50: Chapter 50 Brothers Reunited!

The Baruch Count's Mansion.

"A place like the Eighteen Duchies..."

"Although it is situated on the periphery, it is actually more suitable for settling down than the Chaotic Territory."

Doehring Cowart's illusory figure swayed gently in the breeze.

His eyes, which had seen through the vicissitudes of life, stared at Linley.

"Your father's wish was nothing more than to revitalize the Baruch Clan."

"Now that you are already at the Saint-level, who in this Yulan Continent would dare not give the Baruch Clan some Face?"

Doehring Cowart chuckled.

Linley nodded gently.

Memories of the days in Wushan Town surfaced in his mind.

The sternness of his father Hogg, the stone sculptures in the ancestral hall, and that war blade, 'War Slaughter', which carried the glory of the Family.

"Grandpa Doehring, establishing the Baruch Kingdom is not only my father's long-cherished wish, but also my path."

Linley clenched his fists.

Since he wanted to establish a nation, choosing the Eighteen Duchies indeed offered more room to maneuver.

Although it was remote and the forces there were intricate and complex, it did not have the deep infiltration of the Radiant Church and the Dark Church.

For a powerhouse like him who wanted to develop independently, it was simply a natural hotbed.

The two were chatting.

A commotion came from outside the mansion.

"Third Brother!"

"Is Third Brother here?"

Linley was all too familiar with this raspy voice.

He looked up towards the direction of the main gate.

He saw a young man in luxurious robes rushing in anxiously.

It was Yale.

The third young master of the Dawson Family.

Linley's eldest brother from their dormitory back then.

At this moment, Yale's aura was refined, faintly possessing the pressure of a Rank 9 Magus.

But his carefree personality hadn't changed at all.

"Boss Yale!"

Linley smiled and went up to meet him.

He had just taken two steps when his body suddenly stiffened.

His gaze passed over Yale and landed on a middle-aged man following behind him.

That man was wearing a simple, earth-yellow martial outfit.

He looked ordinary.

But the Saint-level Battle Qi within Linley's body was frantically warning him, as if it had encountered some terrifying natural predator.

That sense of oppression even exceeded that of any Saint-level Magical Beast he had ever seen.

"Don't be nervous, Linley."

Yale laughed heartily and patted Linley on the shoulder.

"This is Mr. Sals, a capable subordinate of my eldest brother."

"Hearing that you were going to duel with that block of iron, Hudson, I specifically asked my eldest brother to send Mr. Sals to accompany me to watch."

Sals?

Linley's heart was in turmoil.

Two years ago, it was this very Sals who forcibly broke into the Radiant Church.

Not only did he save him, but he also indirectly saved Grandpa Doehring's life.

At that time, Linley had not yet stepped into the Saint-level, so he didn't feel it deeply.

But now.

He was already a Saint-level powerhouse of the second tier.

But in front of Sals, he actually felt like a small boat facing a raging storm.

However.

Why did Lord Sals's appearance look different from a few years ago?

"Greetings, Lord Sals."

Linley bowed slightly.

That was reverence for a powerhouse.

Sals waved his hand, his deep eyes sweeping over Linley.

"Not bad, reaching the Saint-level before thirty."

"Such talent, while not comparable to my master's, is still very rare."

Sals's voice was low.

Linley's heart skipped a beat.

The other party had seen through his trump cards at a glance.

"Mr. Sals, your strength..."

Linley couldn't help but ask.

Sals smiled faintly.

"Me?"

"I suppose I'm lucky."

"Having received the master's favor, I luckily crossed that threshold."

That threshold?

Linley's pupils constricted.

Could it be the Divine-Grade?

"Oh, you experts are so tiresome when you talk."

Yale interjected from the side.

He pulled Linley towards the house.

"I've brought quite a lot of good wine this time; we brothers must have a good drink."

"By the way, Second Brother and Fourth Brother are still on the road. I guess they won't make it in time for this duel, what a pity."

Bebe also crawled out from the backyard at this time.

It turned into a streak of purple light and instantly jumped onto Linley's shoulder.

"Yale!"

"What delicious food did you bring again?"

Bebe's sense of smell was always sensitive.

It stared fixedly at Yale's space ring.

Sals's originally calm expression showed a flash of astonishment the moment he saw Bebe.

"What kind of Demonic Beast is this?"

Sals muttered in a low voice.

Linley didn't hear it clearly.

He looked at Sals in confusion.

Sals had already recovered his unfathomable appearance, but his gaze towards Bebe had become exceptionally grave.

"Linley, this Demonic Beast of yours... is not simple."

Sals spoke very cryptically.

Bebe lifted its little head proudly.

"Of course, I'm also at the Saint-level!"

"If that Hudson fellow dares to bully my Boss, I'll bite through his turtle shell in one bite!"

For a time, the Count's mansion was filled with the joy of reunion.

However.

After the lively drinking session.

Sals found Linley alone.

"You want to duel with Hudson?"

Sals sat in the pavilion, toying with an exquisite wine cup in his hand.

Linley nodded.

"He is the long-renowned Rock Sword Saint; I want to see another kind of ultimate of the Laws of Earth."

Sals sneered.

"His ultimate?"

"It's nothing more than a misguided heaviness."

"He has cultivated the Laws of Earth into a lump of dead iron. If you really want to comprehend it, you might as well observe the earth beneath your feet more."

Linley humbly asked for guidance.

He knew this was a rare opportunity.

Sals casually drew a circle in the air.

He was an Earth-style Midgod.

Guiding Linley, a little fellow who had not yet become a god, was naturally not a difficult matter.

"The Pulse of the Earth does not lie in the accumulation of power, but in that moment of vibration."

Sals tapped lightly.

The ring in the air silently turned into nothingness.

Not shattered.

It disappeared directly from the material level.

Linley sat dazed on the spot.

He seemed to have grasped something, but it was separated by a thick layer of fog.

"Think about it carefully."

"As for that duel, you won't lose."

"Unless you want to use Mortal fighting methods to meet his sword head-on."

After speaking, Sals's figure flickered and disappeared from where he stood.

This was a Midgod.

Even without using Divine Power, that level of Law comprehension alone was enough to make Saint-level experts look up to him.

In the following days.

The Count's mansion welcomed another guest.

Delia.

The young girl who used to follow behind Linley at the Pope Ernst Institute of Magic back then.

She had now grown up to be elegant and poised.

She had come with a mission from the Yulan Empire.

But the moment she saw Linley, those official matters were thrown to the back of her mind.

"Linley."

Delia's voice was very soft.

She looked at the young man in front of her carrying a heavy sword.

Years of time had not left age on his Face, but instead had given him a mountain-like composure.

"I heard from Wharton that you are going to duel with Hudson?"

There was unconcealable worry in Delia's eyes.

Hudson was known as the number one in defense.

How many Geniuses had fallen under his heavy sword.

"Rest assured, I have a sense of proportion."

Linley comforted her.

He looked at Delia, and his heart was actually feeling a bit strange.

For the past two years, he had been busy with Cultivation and revenge.

He had indeed neglected many things around him.

At this moment.

"Look, isn't this kid Linley quite lucky in love?"

Yale watched this scene from afar and whispered to Bebe.

Bebe curled its lips.

"What's the use of being pretty?"

"It's not as practical as one of my Demonic Beast crystals."