Above The Sky
Chapter 751 - 751 13 Arcane Pathway and High-End Teammates 7200_4

751: Chapter 13 Arcane Pathway and High-End Teammates (7200)_4 751: Chapter 13 Arcane Pathway and High-End Teammates (7200)_4 Setting aside the possibilities of the “Arcane Pathway” for now, Ian pondered these matters in his mind.

Next, he had to prepare the barracks for the grain convoy that would arrive tomorrow, and in the evening, he had to craft another batch of ammunition for the charged rifles, “I’ll have to try to make contact with the Dragon Worship Cult to get the movements of the Mountain People; otherwise, guessing might be the only way to know when they will attack the Leyan Territory.”

The Dragon Worship Cult, the Mountain People, food, new armaments…

There was so much to do in the territory, and if it weren’t for Scott’s help, with the subordinates still in a period of fear and thus quite earnest, Ian would never have managed it all alone.

Of course, with the aid of the calculation assistance module, Ian found that calculating those simple material distribution problems took virtually no time at all, but forming a reliable administrative team was definitely something that needed to be addressed.

“I’ll have to ask Elder Prude to send another group of people over.”

Ian shook his head and sighed, “Next, I need to buy fish and meat from Sanhe City and Harrison Port to ensure protein intake…

I also need to find a way to get some sugar, as many Alchemy Matrixes require pure sugar, and sweetness from sugar is also the most natural sedative and happiness drug.”

“There’s so much to do, I need to make a list.”

Scott followed Ian, listening to the young man’s complaints and muttering to himself, his heart actually full of admiration.

In his opinion, the fact that Ian could do and plan so much in just a day or two was nothing short of miraculous speed.

Any person, any lord, even if they had the same ideas as Ian, definitely did not have such detailed planning—scheduling that was precise down to the minute, if not second.

Time passed in busyness.

Quickly, a day went by in a flurry of activity.

The year of 773 in the Era of Tara, October 26th, 10:15 a.m.

Ian’s grain convoy arrived in Leyan Territory punctually.

They had not been ambushed, they were not late, and judging by the quantity, there had been no losses—The Platinum Iridium Workshop and Marquis Barton indeed had great influence; from the Central Great Plains to South Ridge, nothing went missing—a string of trucks loaded with various grains and jerkies, beans, and canned fruits arrived at the storage camp that had been organized the night before, amidst the cheers of the people in Leyan City.

This greatly surprised Ian; he had not expected the grain convoy to arrive safely without any accidents.

What were the Fiery Flame Land and the Rebel Highlanders doing?

Where were their intelligence officers and special ops teams?!

This was truly unexpected.

“The Terra Continent always brings me surprises.”

With such an unexpected joy, Ian prepared to have a good talk with the leader of the grain convoy, and then to meet with the officer in charge of the troops that had helped escort the convoy to thank them…

and then forcibly draft him and his unit.

Ian was not worried about offending anyone.

He was sure the other party had already prepared accordingly.

Ian did not believe that Colonel Majorva would send a batch of pure rookies to him without any background information; this was a mutual understanding between them.

But the result was somewhat baffling.

Because before meeting the leader of the convoy and the captain of the escort team, Ian first encountered several Hillsman Knights with a proud demeanor, looking at him with suspicion and discontent.

“You’re Ian?

The guy who claims to be the Lord of Leyan?”

The leading knight with deep grey hair approached with a tone full of dissatisfaction, looking into the eyes of the young man, “Although I don’t know your origins, what you’re doing is illegal!

The Leyan Territory has long been divided into several Knight’s Domains, there is no lord of Leyan anymore!”

“Don’t think just because you took advantage of the conflict between Hanging Peak and Mountain Mouth Steadfast Valley Faction to claim some benefits, you can call yourself the lord of Leyan—Leyan City is my domain!”

This grey-haired mountain knight also had the strength of the Second Energy Level…

which was just average, I suppose; no match for Martin, about the same as the other two leaders of the Rebellious Mountain People.

The knights behind him clearly regarded this one as their leader, and they too stared at Ian with indignation.

—Where did this idiot come from?

As he measured up the foolish and at times classic villain-like Mountain Knights before him, Ian couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

Then, he realized something, and his expression immediately relaxed.

“Scott,” he turned his head to address his stern-faced deputy, “Remember to draft a thank you letter to Marquis Barton and Colonel Majorva—only they could gather the idiots and fools and legally deliver them into my hands.”

“Indeed,” the youth even felt somewhat sentimental, “If it weren’t for their help, how much effort would I have had to expend to catch these self-proclaimed guys and kill them one by one.”

—Valuable allies might occasionally appear in the form of adversaries.

—That’s when you throw a heavy punch!

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

The leading highlander was actually a bit anxious, as the news he got from Nauman City suggested that Ian had just taken advantage of the fight between the rebel highlanders and the Hanging Peak Sect to seize the opportunity, acquiring Leyan City…

This matched his imagination, so he believed it without a doubt, even envying Ian’s incredible luck in gaining such great merit in reclaiming the Leyan Territory so easily.

It was something picked up for nothing, so why couldn’t he do it too!

But later, when he heard Ian actually claim to be the Lord of Leyan City, the knight was immediately alarmed—this was tantamount to cutting off his pathway to nobility for no reason and he had to stop Ian’s unforgivable behavior of seizing territory without delay!

Therefore, he immediately rode with the escort team, rushing overnight from Nauman City to Leyan City.

To confront Ian.

—This clean-cut lad, as handsome as he was, clearly seemed unable to fight, typical of those who come from laboratories…

Such thoughts flickered in his head.

The gray-haired highlander knight was just about to introduce himself, state his name, and then show off a trick or two to tell the other party he was not to be trifled with when…

He saw a hand.

A slender, fair, with skin so translucent it seemed almost transparent hand…

moving towards his head with an unbelievably fast speed!

“Retreat!”

“If caught, I will die!”

As a Sublimator, this was his fastest and most correct instinctive reaction.

The highlander knight, who hadn’t had the chance to say his name, was assailed by a sudden realization that this might all be a conspiracy, a plot by the Empire to utterly eradicate their mountain factions.

He wasn’t stupid, just preoccupied with his concerns and primarily influenced by the misinformation from Nauman City.

He actually had a real chance of causing significant trouble for Ian.

But now…

“Ah!!!!!”

With a roar, the highlander knight retreated rapidly, his body swelling instantly as tumultuous Origin Quality burst forth from the Primordial Seed at his heart, so violently and swiftly that it profoundly damaged his own body.

But these minor details were too late to consider, for without fighting for his life, he would have none left to fight for!

The dust and rocks on the surrounding ground lifted into the air, layers of visible cyan-grey Rock Armor emerged from his skin, a defense so strong it could block a barrage of Alchemical Firearms.

This Armored Clothing was his most substantial reliance for dominating the Bison Mountain Range and seizing his opportunity to become a lord.

At the same time, he lifted his right hand, clenching a high-explosive alchemical firearm, fully prepared for a fight if negotiations failed, though he didn’t expect the other party to be even more decisive.

He had done everything a Second Energy Level could do.

But unfortunately, it was far from enough.

The hand had already reached the highlander knight’s head, almost caressing it.

But the result was anything but gentle.

Boom—like the bursting sound of poking a balloon, it resounded.

Blood-red ice shards scattered across the sky, falling like rain.

The youth withdrew his hand.

His greatest enemy regarding the legitimate rule of the Leyan Territory was dead.