John Jones
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The onlookers were left flambergasted before the other passengers stepped out of the carriages. The first one had appealing jade hair drape around her shoulder. Her eyes had a vertical slit of silver but she didn’t spare a glance to the prince standing just right beside her. She immediately followed Lyon without caring for the onlookers’ gawked expressions. Rupert immediately had an epiphany (A dragon race?!). His bloodline resonated with the woman of jade hair. He furrowed his eyebrows (But her eyes…
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The neigh of the horse was like a roar against the sky. The rage could be heard as the absolute gallop was coming for Afurnae. The carriage was shabby compared to priors but the old horse was relentless as every fiber inside her muscle synchronized. On the plain grass, the carriage’s wheel rolled as the guards rubbed their eyes. “Th-That carriage is not slowing down!” “Oi oi isn’t that the carriage that old man used to transport the outsiders.” “Never mind that, looked at the driver!…
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Hilde excused herself after hearing their side of the rumors. “Thank you, kind sirs.” She put up a smile before leaving them. As she resumed her stroll in the city, she contemplated. “Hezar, that man is nothing but a bother,” muttered Hilde. “I need to gain more information on this.” She walked from one place to another, scrabbing any little detail that she could find from the cultivators. However, after a few minutes, she let out a sigh. “They shared the same insight.” “Hey…
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Under the bright sun up in the sky, cultivators gathered from all regions in the First Layer Heaven to watch one of the most anticipated events. The Rookie Heaven Tournament. The point of the tournament was to extract the cream of the crops from the young generations. Everyone was allowed to participate a maximum of two times in their entire lifetimes. They usually used the chances quite well. The first was for experience while the last was for the win. However, most of the participants came from…
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The just-risen sun shone softly on the small-town streets. The birds were chirping as the sun gave its golden finger toward the sky. The bright hope above gave a new fresh of twenty-four hours; however, the place was not as lively as it used to be in the morning. The empty streets were lacking the festive it had yesterday. All of this was because of last night’s event. They were trembling inside their houses, peeping on what’s going on through their curtained windows. The continuous wail and…
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The bandits were looking at their hideout from the small town with disbelief in their eyes. Their mouths were gawked open as their legs lost their power to stand. Porealus smiled wryly behind the window of the room as he saw those Ascending Gods cultivators slamming their knees down. “A-A True God!” said one of the bandits as they looked at Graham. The ability to hover in the air had already proven his cultivation level but the entirety of his power was still unknown. How he nonchalantly appeared in…
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The sounds of footsteps were heard as a lone young man was taking a stroll inside the small town. The breeze of wind was for his alone to breathe as he saw no nightlife. Only the noise of his own footsteps accompanied him and the crescent moon that provided his sight. All of the buildings were closed, even the tavern that was supposed to open had its lights off. The young man looked left but saw nothing was opened. He let out a sigh before he smiled and said, “It seems like you are here for me?” A…
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Lyon paid no heed to the admiring onlookers as he strolled the town with the others. The small town was by no mean extravagant, and it had no open market where one could hear the bargains of a peddler and its shopper. However, children still ran along with smiles on their faces as they chased butterflies. Lyon smiled as he looked at the children laughing and even circling him for a loop before running away. Their innocence was a lukewarm sight to see and soothe his soul so much that he suddenly paused…
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“Ah so that was the foul smell that I smelt earlier when I came here,” said Lyon before he courted their attention. “Yes indeed,” said Hezar. “It makes matter easier now that you know the situation.” “I thought that Heaven is a place of green, beautiful, and full of exotic fragrance, however, it seems like I was wrong. It’s the same as the Mortal World, they have the smell of Iron too,” Lyon smiled. “What are you getting at?” said Hezar as he furrowed his eyebrows. “What I’m…
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(Impossible) the word rang inside his mind as he looked at the devastating damage. He turned back to look at the young man with his eyebrows furrowed (Miss Cecile’s husband, how come I’ve never heard of it?!). “Are you participating in the tournament as well?” asked Hezar with a strict tone. Lyon smirked, “I am.” “I see, where are you from? Who is your father?” asked Hezar. He didn’t play a facade anymore, even with Cecile present beside the young man. “My father? That’s a good…
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