Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 947 - 946: Isaac Quintana is still playing with eagles

Chapter 947: Chapter 946: Isaac Quintana is still playing with eagles

When Yusuf Zuck and his relatives were gathered at Skeward Tower, streaks of light successively reached an overseas island in the Central Star East Sea.

This island had a well-known name, Immortal Island, yet no one knew why it was called Immortal Island, for its name had existed since ancient times, given by long-vanished gods or immortals.

Moreover, although Immortal Island was famous, it was located in the parallel void above the sea surface, making it difficult for most to truly find it.

At this moment, Immortal Island was shrouded in mist, with green pines and cypresses, and the boundless sky above the sea.

On the island stood a longevity pine, the only one of its kind on the island. The tree was a hundred meters tall, its trunk thicker than a house, and beneath it was a stone table and several stone stools—a spot clearly meant for immortals to rest and drink tea!

However, there were no immortals there now, just monks, nuns, members of Alien Races, Earth Immortals, and ancient nobles, among others.

Among them, the Sect Leader Leaf sat beside the stone table. To his left was a man in a blue robe with a tied beard, also famously known as the Sword Tower’s Pavilion Master, Sawyer Ford.

Next to Sawyer Ford sat a scruffily dressed member of ancient nobility, who was none other than the Invisible Diego Jacobs, the patriarch of the Jacobs Family, and Valeria Jacobs’ great-grandfather.

To the right of Sect Leader Leaf was a rotund monk with a glittering presence, wearing green Buddha Beads, totaling one hundred and eight in all, while he held thirteen fiery beads in his palm.

This monk came from Thunder Sound Temple in the western region of the Central Star and was called Brennan Soto. Some also named him the Buddha of the East, though he was not the master of Thunder Sound Temple; it was rumored he was the master’s chief disciple, the one to inherit Thunder Sound Temple’s legacy.

Next to Brennan Soto sat a blue-eyed, blond middle-aged man, who appeared handsome and was in his thirties. This man was the leader of an Alien Race named "Nikolas Petr."

Another individual, also in his thirties, wore a white robe and held a fan, resembling a scholar.

This person was also highly renowned, capable of sitting at the stone table, thus holding equal status with Sect Leader Leaf and others.

He was known as "Master of Destiny." His specific name was unknown, but he held another identity, that of the Pavilion Master of the Spiritual Wisdom Pavilion.

Spiritual Wisdom Pavilion, one of the top ten human forces, was founded by him.

Behind the Pavilion Master Master of Destiny stood a young man, apparently his disciple or servant, in his twenties, with a Golden Eagle perched on his shoulder.

Sitting next to him was the current leader of the Demon Clan, "Mysterious Spirit." Mysterious Spirit was not one of the top ten Demon Kings because those Demon Kings had not come. The true form of Mysterious Spirit was mysterious; aside from the high echelons of the Demon Clan, no one knew what his true form was.

A few others also sat by the stone table, all significant figures from various factions.

The rest, without the privilege to sit at the stone table, sat on the ground, all watching the figures by the table.

"Shadowless and Shapeshifter didn’t come, looks like the Demon Tribe won’t be joining us!" At that moment, Sect Leader Leaf sighed softly, "The fiends always act like this, extremely cautiously."

"Hmph, they dare not come." Many people scoffed. Since time immemorial, good and evil never coexisted; upon seeing a fiend, everyone would condemn them. Over the years, they had never sat down at the same table with members from the Demon Tribe.

"Alright, let us begin then." Sect Leader Leaf presided over this secret meeting, which he had convened with various heroes.

"Isaac Quintana, we don’t need you here; just sit to the side." As Sect Leader Leaf indicated the start, the Pavilion Master of the Spiritual Wisdom Pavilion waved to the young man behind him.

"Yes." Isaac Quintana, holding the Golden Eagle, quietly sat down ten meters away, gently stroking the Golden Eagle’s feathers.

"Skye Torres, when did you start keeping this eagle, and what species is it? Why is it golden? Could it also be from the Rocha Tribe?" People were now curiously looking at the Golden Eagle.

In their high-ranking circle, everyone knew that the Pavilion Master had the ability to divine the heavens, and he enjoyed music, chess, calligraphy, and poetry. But now, why had he taken a liking to falconry?

Skye Torres smiled faintly and said, "This eagle belongs to my son, not me. However, this eagle was hatched from a fossilized egg, probably a variant of the ancient Rocha Tribe, a golden eagle. Although it didn’t develop spiritual wisdom after hatching and has remained this way, of course, the eagle can understand human speech and has spiritual wisdom. We haven’t discovered anything else special about it, and that lack of anything special is itself the most special thing."

"What, what? Your son? When did you get such a big son?" Upon hearing Skye Torres’s words, everyone almost jumped up. Skye Torres was known for his clear mind and few desires, without a partner in dual cultivation, let alone children. How had he suddenly acquired such a big son?

"Haha, I forgot to tell everyone, this is Isaac Quintana, my adopted son. Of course, he is to me as a blood son, and we are very close," Skye Torres laughed heartily, seeming very happy.

"You sly fox, adopting a son out of the blue? Hehe, Isaac Quintana, be careful with your adoptive father. Your father, with his divine divination, never makes a losing deal," Bryson Campbell cackled strangely, dropping a hint for Skye Torres and Isaac Quintana.

"Let’s focus on what matters now," at that moment, Jeffrey Shepherd waved his hand to break up the group’s noisy chatter, his expression turning grim: "You all must know by now that among the eight dignitaries from the high-dimensional plane earlier to the Lower Realm, Mr. Shepherd was killed in a single blow by Bryson Campbell, and although Mr. Snow managed to break free from the shackles, he couldn’t subdue Bryson Campbell. Instead, he died while fleeing in the Blue Sea and Cloud Sky, and the remaining six were frightened back to the high-dimensional plane!"

"Hmph, eight good-for-nothings from the Lower Realm, who knows what the higher-ups were thinking!" Bryson Campbell snorted coldly.

"Indeed, it feels rather frivolous," Diego Jacobs nodded in agreement.

"It’s not frivolous," Jeffrey Shepherd shook his head: "The intention from above was to let them see the world, just a formality. All eight came from strong tribes. It’s just that no one anticipated the danger."

"Of course, the reason we’ve gathered everyone here is that in three days, real celestial emissaries will descend to the Lower Realm because the high-dimensional plane is furious. And not only from our human races, but also from your Alien Race, Buddhism, and Demon Cultivators will be descending. Whether or not the demons from the upper levels will come to join the fray remains to be seen!"

"Is that so? I haven’t received any news," Diego Jacobs exclaimed in surprise.

"I haven’t received any news either," Bryson Campbell also expressed surprise, unaware that Demon Clan elders were descending, even though he was the Demon Clan Leader.

"I also haven’t received the news!" Monk likewise shook his head.

"Hehe, presumably you will receive this news soon," Jeffrey Shepherd chuckled.

"How many will descend?" Bryson Campbell asked curiously.

"Still eight."

"Oh, so two elders from our Demon Clan will come down?" Bryson Campbell’s eyes brightened.

"That should be the case," Jeffrey Shepherd nodded and said, "And I’ve already written to Bryson Campbell, inviting him to attend the heroes’ assembly in three days. Surely, this proud man will definitely attend. Now that he roams unchecked and unrestrained, he must be feeling very proud."

"Speaking of this man angers me. From where did such a monster spring? He’s terrifying," Bryson Campbell inhaled deeply: "It is rumored that he can cause our Demon Cultivators to evolve into ancient lineages. Unfortunately, he also enslaves us as demon slaves."

"His exact origins are now known to the upper echelons," Jeffrey Shepherd said with a mysterious smile: "I just learned of it recently as well. The upper ranks are also looking for him, so this time, he undoubtedly must die!"