84: Chapter 84 Sandro's Greed

Half a month ago, Bibo Island.

Sandro, or rather Master Sang, stood before the window of his inn room, gazing down at the bustling harbor, his brows locked in a deep frown.

It had been nearly ten days since that Eastern boy had escaped, Luke had died, and Solon and Carl had been expelled from the island.

He remained here, firstly to observe whether the Star Shattering Water Mansion's attitude toward the Silver Wing Family would undergo any subsequent changes, and secondly, because the foul air in his heart was hard to soothe; he kept thinking that perhaps he could catch some trace of that cunning boy.

His Divine Sense swept over every ship entering or leaving the harbor, watching for any suspicious Martial Artist aura from the East, and he even secretly contacted several local intelligence brokers, spending a considerable amount of money to gather information.

However, he gained nothing.

That boy seemed to have evaporated, and along with that piece of profound iron essence gold, had disappeared without a trace.

What made him even more irritable was that the Star Shattering Water Mansion's attitude seemed fair—the fines were collected, the people were expelled—but he could feel that the Water Mansion's surveillance of him had not completely relaxed.

The Divine Thought of that Star-Marked Superior would still occasionally brush past his residence like a breeze, carrying a sense of scrutiny.

"Damn Eastern barbarian, damn rules."

Sandro cursed under his breath, picked up the exquisite silver wine goblet on the table, and drained the amber-colored strong liquor inside in one gulp.

As a Guest Elder of the Silver Wing Family, a dignified expert of the first stage of the Dragon Elephant Realm, the "Primal Elephant Realm," and a respected figure in the Storm Kingdom, when had he ever suffered such grievances?

Just as he was contemplating whether he should temporarily leave Bibo Island and try his luck on other islands, the communication rune stone at his waist, engraved with the Silver Wing emblem, suddenly vibrated rapidly, emitting a blinding red light.

An emergency message from the Family!

Sandro's expression changed slightly, and he immediately injected Mental Energy to read it.

The information transmitted from the rune stone made his face instantly turn as gloomy as water, his fingers gripping the rune stone turning white from the force.

Solon was dead.

He had been ambushed and killed on the fast ship he was taking on his way back to Silver Gull Island.

The killer's methods were ruthless, the ship was destroyed and everyone died, and the residual energy at the scene... pointed to that escaped Eastern Martial Artist!

The Family was furious.

No matter how incompetent Solon was, he was still a direct descendant.

Suffering consecutive losses of personnel in the Donghai Prefecture region, and even having a direct descendant killed, was a heavy blow to the Silver Wing Family's reputation.

In the message, the Family gave strict orders: Spare no cost, search the entire sea, and kill without mercy! You must retrieve the profound iron essence gold and bring back the killer's head! At the same time, investigate their background to see if it is related to any Eastern factions.

"Good... very good!" Cold light radiated from Sandro's eyes, and his chest heaved slightly with anger.

He had originally only wanted to catch that boy, retrieve the profound iron essence gold, and mete out a little punishment.

But now, the nature of the matter had changed.

This was now a blood feud that would not end until one side died.

"Pass down the order: all Family ships and hidden posts operating in the Donghai Prefecture are to search with all their might for a young Eastern Martial Artist, with the following characteristics..."

Sandro immediately issued a wanted order through the communication rune stone to the Silver Wing Family forces scattered everywhere.

At the same time, he no longer cared about the surveillance of the Star Shattering Water Mansion, spreading his powerful Divine Sense unscrupulously, repeatedly scanning Bibo Island and the surrounding waters, attempting to find any possible remaining clues or aura.

He knew the hope was slim; that boy was extremely slippery and had likely fled far away long ago.

But he had to do something.

Over the next few days, Sandro was like an angry hawk, controlling the gale, frequently going out to sea, and searching back and forth over the sea surface for hundreds of miles around Bibo Island.

He no longer concealed his whereabouts, and his Dragon Elephant Realm aura startled many creatures beneath the sea surface, also attracting several "concerned" inquiries from the Star Shattering Water Mansion's patrol fleets, all of which he brushed off with the excuse of "searching for the culprit who killed a Family descendant."

The Water Mansion side seemed to have also learned of the news that a direct descendant of the Silver Wing Family had been killed, and maintained a tacit approval of this; as long as he did not actively stir up trouble, they would no longer interfere too much.

However, the search was still fruitless.

That boy was like a drop of water merging into the sea, having completely lost all traces.

Sandro's patience wore thin with each passing day of futility, yet the anger in his heart burned ever brighter.

Just as he was about to give up on this aimless search and prepare to head to more distant waters to try his luck—

Yesterday at dusk, about a hundred miles southeast of this nameless barren island.

Sandro was standing at the bow of a large Family sailing ship, facing the sea breeze, his Divine Sense like an invisible giant net, combing through the waters they passed over again and again.

Suddenly, his mind stirred!

An extremely subtle yet heart-palpitating, faint fluctuation, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, was keenly captured by him.

That fluctuation... came from the southwest!

Sandro opened his eyes abruptly, a flash of unbelievable shock passing through his emerald pupils, immediately replaced by wild joy!

"This is... the aura of a Demon?! Although weak and mixed, the essence cannot be wrong!"

As a senior Guest Elder of the Silver Wing Family, Sandro was knowledgeable and broad-minded; he had seen records of "Demons" in the Kingdom's secret archives and had even felt the aura of sealed Demon remains up close.

That was something completely different from ordinary exotic beasts or Demonic Beasts; it was the pure Incarnation of chaos, filth, and destruction, and a deadly poison to any ordered world.

But at the same time, everything about a Demon—its flesh, bones, and even its polluted soul—contained strange and powerful energy, making it an extremely rare research Materials and forbidden resource!

In the Storm Kingdom, and even the entire Western continent, research into Demons was strictly controlled by the highest levels of the Kingdom and a few ancient sects.

Any discovery related to Demons, as long as some samples could be turned in, would earn unimaginable merit and rewards.

Titles, territories, qualifications to meditate in legendary Secret Realms, and even the opportunity to come into contact with higher-level "Law"!

Sandro's heart began to beat violently.

He could be almost certain that the source of this aura was related to the "small Demon" that had appeared in the rumors of Donghai Prefecture recently!

And a great battle had just erupted there; it was said the Demon had been slain, but its remains...

"Could it be that some remains or essence have been left behind? Or... is someone hiding them?" A sharp light flashed in Sandro's eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately gave orders to his trusted aides on the ship: "The ship is to wait here; do not approach within a hundred miles to the southwest without my signal! I will be back shortly!"

Before the words had even faded, his figure shot into the sky like a streak of green light, the illusory silver light wings behind him fully unfurled, and with a gentle flap, they tore through the air, speeding toward the direction from which the fluctuation came at a speed far exceeding that of the sailing ship!