CHAPTER 1726: CHAPTER 1726: THE ONE-ARMED OLD MAN

Matthew King’s sudden appearance naturally made Ebba King quite displeased.

However, although she was displeased, she did not dare to show it.

No matter what, Matthew King was the personal disciple of the Vice Hall Master of the Heavenly Palace. Even though she was the direct granddaughter of the House Master of the Tyrant Saber Manor, if they were outside, comparing identities, others would definitely be more wary of Matthew King.

Moreover, this was the Heavenly Palace. Unless necessary, she naturally did not want to offend Matthew King.

"I’ll go have a look too."

Seeing Wyatt Barnes preparing to leave with Matthew King, Ebba King quickly stepped into the air and followed, staying by Wyatt’s side.

At this moment, Wyatt could vaguely sense Matthew King’s teasing gaze.

"Junior brother Wyatt, it seems this Miss King is quite interested in you... Why not take her in, and once you do, you’d be the ’son-in-law’ of the Tyrant Saber Manor."

Just then, Matthew’s voice reached Wyatt’s ears.

"Senior brother Matthew, please stop joking. I already have two fiancées and a confidante."

Although Wyatt could tell Matthew was teasing him, he quickly explained to avoid any misunderstandings.

"That’s just three women... With your talent, when you grow in the future, your prospects are limitless! Then, not to mention three women, even thirty wouldn’t be too many. In this Respect the Powerful world, a powerful man, as long as he has enough vigor, can have many women who are wholeheartedly devoted to him."

Matthew continued.

Wyatt was speechless upon hearing this. Why did he feel that Matthew was even more audacious than Ebba?

Soon, under Matthew’s lead, Wyatt and Ebba entered a gorge on the side of the steep mountain where the Heavenly Palace was located. The gorge’s entrance was a ’Narrow Pass’ that allowed only one person to pass through at a time.

Upon entering, a lush green scene came into view.

Inside the gorge, there was a lush growth of plants and a myriad of flowers in bloom, giving one a sense of peace and tranquility.

At the end of the gorge, it was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see what lay beyond.

"Formations?"

As soon as Wyatt entered the gorge, he realized that the mist was the effect of formations, and in front of the formation stood an elderly man.

The old man’s face was covered in wrinkles and he appeared very aged. With white hair and brows, dressed in gray, and missing an arm, he stood there as if integrated with heaven and earth.

With just one look, Wyatt could tell this old man was extraordinary.

"Senior."

Matthew led Wyatt and Ebba to land in front of the one-armed old man, respectfully bowing, his brows full of reverence.

"Senior."

Wyatt and Ebba quickly followed with a bow.

"Hmm."

The one-armed elderly man nodded faintly, showing no expression on his face, remaining indifferent from start to finish.

After responding, he casually glanced at Matthew, "Why have you come in person? Could it be that Lay Sinclair secured an exceptional Saint Realm talent for the Heavenly Palace this time, and gave them the spirit pool baptism opportunity?"

"Yes."

Matthew nodded, then looked at Wyatt beside him, "This is junior brother Wyatt, also the Saint Realm talent my master secured for the Heavenly Palace this time... Not yet forty and already at the Middle Saint Realm late stage!"

Not yet forty, Middle Saint Realm late stage!

Matthew’s words clearly astonished the one-armed elder.

At least, the originally calm-faced elder involuntarily raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze onto Wyatt when Matthew finished speaking.

His eyes were unseeing, but when they fell on Wyatt, it seemed as if they could see through everything, making Wyatt feel exposed.

However, Wyatt’s attention was not on this right now.

Not just Wyatt, even Ebba King’s attention wasn’t here.

Lay Sinclair?

They both heard clearly just now, the one-armed elder in front of them actually called the Vice Hall Master of the Heavenly Palace ’Lay’.

This was clearly how a senior addresses a junior!

Evidently, as Lay Sinclair’s personal disciple, the fact that Matthew showed no reaction to the elder referring to his master this way seemed quite normal.

For a moment, Wyatt couldn’t resist looking at Ebba, who happened to be looking at him as well.

"Could this senior be one of the older generation strongmen inside the Mysterious Void Manor?"

Ebba asked through spiritual communication.

"He should be."

Wyatt also wasn’t quite sure, so he immediately asked Matthew through telepathic transmission, and Matthew quickly replied, "This is the previous generation’s Vice Hall Master of our Heavenly Palace. In terms of seniority, he’s my master’s ’martial uncle’... Due to his serious arm injury which greatly impacted his strength, he didn’t accompany my master to the Upper Domain."

"Originally, I should call him martial uncle, but because he doesn’t want too many people to know his identity, I just call him senior... Over ninety percent of the other Heavenly Palace disciples don’t know his true identity."

Hearing Matthew’s words, Wyatt knew he had guessed correctly.

Simultaneously, Wyatt couldn’t help but glance at the elder’s severed arm.

According to what he knew, even the pill medicine in the Martial Dao Sacred Land couldn’t achieve limb regeneration.

And the only thing he knew that could regenerate limbs was the legendary ’Immortal Spirit Grass’. He had once obtained a piece, but later used it.

"Senior!"

Meanwhile, Wyatt Barnes saw Matthew King hand a token radiating a green light to the elder, with a ’Spirit’ character engraved on it.

Soon after, Wyatt discovered that when the elder took the token, he looked at him and said, "Go in."

As he spoke, the elder glanced behind him and spoke again.

As the elder started to speak, the mist behind him suddenly surged and eventually twisted into a vortex, resembling a gateway to a void.

Wyatt knew in his heart that the elder had activated the formations.

"Junior Brother Wyatt, go in. Absorb all the spiritual energy inside before you come out."

Matthew King looked at Wyatt and smiled.

"Yes."

Wyatt nodded, then gave Ebba King a slight nod, before stepping into the enormous vortex formed by the mist.

He crossed a step, and upon entering the vortex, Wyatt felt a tremendous force pulling him in.

After being drawn in, Wyatt’s vision turned dark and then bright. Once bright, it seemed as if a painting of a paradise was before him.

Of course, this wasn’t a painting but a real scene.

The environment before him was a corner on one side of a canyon, shrouded by formations, filled with nearly tangible spiritual energy.

However, Wyatt didn’t start cultivating right away.

Since it was called a ’spirit pool’, it definitely wasn’t going to be this simple. Although the ambient spiritual energy here was thick, it was similar to the spiritual energy in the third layer of the Jewel Tower, which wasn’t too tempting for Wyatt.

As he continued forward, through the mist-like tangible spiritual energy, Wyatt saw a small lake.

Inside the lake was a nearly milky white liquid, emitting waves of astonishing spiritual energy.

"No wonder it’s called a ’spirit pool’; the spiritual energy here has liquefied..."

Seeing this small lake, Wyatt also understood the origin of the name ’spirit pool’.

Although the lake wasn’t large, the liquefied spiritual energy within was extremely exaggerated, more than Wyatt had imagined.

"With such an excellent cultivation environment, if I can’t break through to the early Middle Saint Realm, I might as well crash my head to death..."

If before coming, Wyatt wasn’t entirely confident about breaking through in the ’spirit pool’,

now, after witnessing the vast amount of exaggerated liquefied spiritual energy in the ’spirit pool’, he was nearly 100 percent confident of successfully breaking through to the ’early Middle Saint Realm’!

"Once I break through to the early Middle Saint Realm, my overall strength will significantly increase... By then, even when compared with the top young geniuses of the ’Upper Domain’ of the Martial Dao Sacred Land, I wouldn’t be weaker!"

Wyatt knew that due to the uniqueness of his ’Sun True Origin’, along with his powerful physical body, once he broke through to the early Middle Saint Realm, defeating typical Great Saint Realm martial artists or Taoist Cultivators wouldn’t be difficult.

Even more so, once he broke through to the early Middle Saint Realm and fully wielded the immortal treasure ’Splendid Fairy Sword’, not many Great Saint Realm peak experts could withstand his sword attack.

Swoosh!

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart, Wyatt leaped into the spirit pool.

Plunge!

Wyatt leapt into the spirit pool, breaking the lake’s surface like a boulder falling into water.

However, the spirit pool soon returned to calm.

At this time, Wyatt was following the spirit pool to its bottom, sitting cross-legged, greedily absorbing the liquefied spiritual energy, and practicing the Nine Dragons War Sovereign technique.

The Nine Dragons transported the liquefied spiritual energy, completed a Great Cycle, and finally transformed it into Sun True Origin.

While cultivating in the spirit pool, Wyatt felt as if something was enveloping him, a feeling extremely comforting, almost like returning to the womb.

While Wyatt was cultivating, Matthew King also led Ebba King away from the canyon where the spirit pool was located.

The spirit pool opens every half year, and only one person can enter at a time.

"Senior Brother Matthew, for the next opportunity for the Heavenly Palace to enter the spirit pool, do I have a chance?"

After leaving, Ebba King immediately asked, clearly very concerned.

The spirit pool!

This time, her entry into Mysterious Void Manor was not only for the ’Holy Martial Secret Realm’ in several months but also for the ’spirit pool’.

Sometimes, she even regretted coming to the Heavenly Palace.

If she could have gone to the other three halls, perhaps now she would also be cultivating in the spirit pool. With the spirit pool’s assistance, she was confident she could smoothly break through to the mid-Middle Saint Realm before entering the ’Holy Martial Secret Realm’.

But now, without the spirit pool’s assistance, though there was hope to break through, the hope wasn’t great.

"That will depend on your own efforts."

Matthew King said.