"Oh, listen to you, I ca to take it, not to steal it!" the mustached guy shot back.
I waved my hand dismissively. "Cut the crap. Won't people spot your spatial formation? It's pretty obvious, right?"
Mr. Mustache grinned widely. "Don't you get it? I already told you this is my newest research. Obviously, it's different from regular spatial formations."
"Once I'm done setting it up, I'll naturally add a technique to hide the formation." He looked smug as he said it.
I examined the mustached man from top to bottom, my eyes full of amazent.
"Why are you staring at like that?" the mustached guy asked, covering his chest. "I don't swing that way."
"Screw you!" I kicked his ass.
I had to admit, this mustached guy always managed to pull out surprisingly weird stuff.
This made more and more curious about who he really was.
His techniques and magical tools were even better than the ones at the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
"I should be part of this, don't forget to bring along," I said.
Mr. Mustache's face scrunched up. "That's not gonna work, I'm afraid. My formation only fits one person..."
"Fine, guess I'll go tell Garcia Coleman then," I muttered.
Seeing this, the mustached man quickly grabbed .
He sighed and complained, "Damn, I must've picked the worst day to go out if I ended up bumping into you."
With that said, he glanced at and said, "Hurry up and keep watch for ."
"No problem!" I patted my chest confidently.
Luckily the Martial Saints weren't around, so my actions with Mr. Mustache went pretty smoothly.
It took us about two hours, but eventually, Mr. Mustache successfully set up the formation.
Next, he pulled sothing that looked like a robe out of his Spatial Magic Artifact.
He threw this thing over the array. Then, he quietly chanted a spell.
The teleportation array in front of us slowly vanished.
I couldn't help but give Mr. Mustache a thumbs-up.
"Amazing," I said.
"Keep it low-key, keep it low-key," Mr. Mustache said, full of pride.
"Alright, let's get out of here fast. We'll be in trouble if they find us," Mr. Mustache complained.
I nodded and quickly left the summit.
After leaving the big spiritual stone mine, we both returned to the house where I'd stayed before.
Once we were in the house, Mr. Mustache asked, "Aren't they all hunting for you? How dare you co out? By the way, where'd you get that hat?"
I waved my hand dismissively. "We'll talk about that stuff later. Right now, I need your help with sothing."
"I can't help, I'm not trying to die." Before I could say anything, Mr. Mustache refused.
I glared at him. "Don't you want to go to that big spiritual stone mine?"
Even though Mr. Mustache was extrely reluctant, he finally grumbled, "Alright, alright, you really are a master at emotional blackmail."
I ignored his words and said seriously, "Three days from now, those Martial Saints will definitely find a way to take out Jimmy Ysabel."
"What's that got to do with ?" Mr. Mustache grumbled.
I frowned. "Jimmy Ysabel is currently the only Martial Saint. Everything he does benefits us. I can't just sit back and watch him die."
Mr. Mustache laughed coldly. "Mason, have you lost your mind? There are seven Martial Saints. Even if the three Martial Saints from the Capital City Martial Arts Association don't make a move, there are still four of them!"
"Four Martial Saints, what can we possibly do?"
I nodded. "We really can't do anything, but if we can use the two corpses I have... we can definitely put up a fight."
"You want to bring those two bodies back again?" Mr. Mustache frowned.
I spoke seriously, "Not only do we need to bring them back, we need them to co back on their own."
Hearing this, Mr. Mustache gasped!
He imdiately grabbed my hand and exclaid, "You know better than anyone what'll happen if those bodies resurrect themselves!"
"They're way more dangerous than the Martial Saints!"
I said coldly, "So what? I'd rather have them kill everyone than watch the seven Martial Saints beat Jimmy Ysabel to death."
Mr. Mustache looked shocked, seemingly scared by my suggestion.
He stayed quiet for a mont before shaking his head. "I can't do it."
I looked at him and said, "You can do it, as long as you want to."
Mr. Mustache shook his head. "You're giving too much credit. I don't have the power to resurrect those two bodies that are beyond the mighty realm cultivator."
Here, Mr. Mustache switched topics. "However, you can try using the sa thod as last ti, using that picture to summon those two bodies."
"Will it work?" I asked.
Mr. Mustache shook his head. "I don't know. You can only give it a shot and see."
I fell silent.
I thought for a long ti before finally sighing softly. "I hope we won't need to use them."
Mr. Mustache laughed bitterly. "I hope even more that I never see them resurrected."
...
For the remaining ti, I stayed in the house.
anwhile, the conflict between the martial artists of the Mystic Realm and the present world exploded again.
Under Kevin Adams's leadership, the martial artists from various Secret Realms launched attacks on the disciples of the current era.
They seed to want to crush the martial artists of this age and force them to completely surrender.
The most vicious among them was still Saul Baton!
He was incredibly brutal toward the martial artists of this age, showing no rcy to anyone.
Zora Solomon, Elena Green, Males Ran, and others stepped up, giving temporary relief from the pressure.
But among these present-day martial artists, there were way too few powerful people like Zora and Elena. This ant the martial artists were still getting crushed.
Seeing the anger on the Martial Arts Forum, I felt bitter inside.
"If I could reach the Martial Saint Realm, I'd slaughter them all," I gritted my teeth.
The first thing after entering the Martial Saint Realm would be to destroy the Baton Family Secret Realm!
2 days later.
There was only one day left until the biggest consultation eting.
While lying on the bed, I suddenly rembered sothing and quickly walked into Mr. Mustache's room.
"What's up?" Mr. Mustache, who was in the middle of sothing dirty, hurriedly pulled up his pants.
I was sowhat speechless but didn't pay attention to it. Instead, I directly asked, "Do you know about the Secret Realm of the Sean Family?"
"Sean Family Secret Realm?"
Hearing this, Mr. Mustache imdiately jumped up from the bed.
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