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Chapter 1030 - 507: The Grace of the Mountain God_1

Chapter 1030: Chapter 507: The Grace of the Mountain God_1

Your Excellency suddenly released his own aura, which surged like a sea and rolled like fiery waves! His voice spread to every corner of the inn: "I am of the Sixth Great Realm and there are many fellow cultivators in this inn. If you are willing to vacate a few rooms for my subordinates to rest, I can protect you somewhat on Norton Mountain tomorrow."

Owen Bertram secretly nodded his agreement, this man was indeed a genuine Sixth Great Realm cultivator, having just recently advanced and not even achieved First Honor yet.

The appearance of such a powerful figure in the small Moss County was an absolutely dominant presence.

However, there was an exception this time, which was Mr. Bertram.

Mr. Bertram’s realm was much higher than his, and after thinking about it, he converged his aura, lowering his realm to the level of the Fourth Great Realm.

He did not want to expose himself at this time, as these people came for the Mountain God, which did not conflict with Mr. Bertram’s objective. Exposing his realm and identity may instead attract unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, this Sixth Great Realm cultivator had a certain magnanimity in dealing with others, preventing his subordinates from bullying ordinary people. When he wanted a room, he openly displayed his strength and made an interest exchange with those who were willing to give up their rooms, instead of resorting to forceful methods.

As for the suspicion of using his realm to oppress others, it can only be said that the Sixth Great Realm had already been very "friendly" in this aspect.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

Continuous door opening sounds were heard, including those Mr. Bertram had previously eavesdropped on. The cultivators rushed out quickly, came downstairs and saluted the Middle-Aged Man: "Your Excellency, we appreciate your consideration and are willing to give up our rooms."

Even the members of several local sects were eager to follow the Sixth Great Realm in hopes of obtaining protection.

The Sixth Great Realm on the first floor spoke kindly, "All the inns inside the city are full, so everyone can squeeze in together and rest. We’ll head to Norton Mountain together tomorrow morning. With my presence, even if you don’t get any benefits, I won’t let you suffer any losses."

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Someone else took the opportunity to ask, "Your Excellency, there is a rumor that the Mountain God Temple is at Peace Flat, but we have asked the locals and no one knows about a place called Peace Flat on Norton Mountain."

"Yes, Norton Mountain is so big that if we can’t find Peace Flat, we won’t be able to receive the Mountain God’s grace."

The Sixth Great Realm cultivator gave a slight smile and called out, "Mr. Archibald."

A middle-aged man dressed as a scholar behind him stepped forward and saluted all around, "Everyone, you’ve come to Moss County and asked the locals about Peace Flat. There’s nothing wrong with that, but you didn’t think that there’s another way to find the location of Peace Flat."

"Hmm?" The crowd was curious: "What method?"

Mr. Archibald said, "Search the local County Chronicles. If Peace Flat is an old place name, abandoned for hundreds of years, the locals naturally won’t know about it. However, you can find clues in the County Chronicles and determine its exact location."

Everyone’s eyes lit up: "Ah, it’s because we are ignorant."

"The Nat Mountain God has been silent for tens of thousands of years, and the place names passed down must be ancient. You have considered more thoroughly than us."

Mr. Archibald laughed again and said, "The County Chronicles have already been taken away by my Honored Lord. In the entire Moss County, the only person who knows the exact location of Peace Flat is my Honored Lord."

Those local cultivators indeed had the idea of sneaking into the County Government Office overnight to search for the County Chronicles. Now they could only honestly follow the Honored Lord of the Sixth Great Realm.

Next, the Honored Lord of the Sixth Great Realm went to rest, leaving Mr. Archibald to take charge of dividing the cultivators into three teams, mixing them with their own people.

The commotion in the inn finally quieted down, and as Mr. Bertram was about to rest, he sensed that Mr. Archibald had come to his door.

Immediately, Mr. Archibald knocked on the door, "Fellow Daoist, have you rested yet?"

As Mr. Bertram got up, he gently waved his hand, and the door opened, "Please come in, Fellow Daoist."

Mr. Archibald saluted, and then entered, saying, "Daoist friend, since you are here in Moss County, you must be here for Norton Mountain. My Honored Lord is eager to meet talented people, but why are you unwilling to show yourself?"

During the time when the Sixth Great Realm was recruiting people, Owen Bertram was the only cultivator that hid in his room without coming out.

"I am of a solitary and reclusive nature, accustomed to being alone."

Mr. Archibald nodded, "Everyone has their own character, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But may I ask, do you know the location of Peace Flat?"

Owen Bertram, very simply, shook his head, for he did not come for Norton Mountain.

"I can brag that right now, in Moss County, only my Honored Lord knows the exact location of Peace Flat. If you want to receive the Mountain God’s grace, you can only join us..."

"There’s no need." Mr. Bertram bluntly refused, interrupting Mr. Archibald before he could reveal his true purpose. Mr. Archibald couldn’t help but show a bit of anger, speaking directly: "If you want to follow us from behind and pick up the leftovers tomorrow, I advise you to give up that idea. My Honored Lord may be tolerant and kind, but the dignity of the Sixth Great Realm is not to be offended!"

Owen Bertram was now a little curious, "So what is your purpose in coming here tonight?"

Mr. Archibald’s spirits lifted, and he continued, "You know about Origin Resurgence, right?"

I know it all too well. More than a dozen Ancient Cultivators have fled from the Country of Mourning because of it. How could I not know it?

"My Honored Lord is a man born in response to the situation, with great ambition, and we also want to make some contribution, so naturally, we follow the Honored Lord. After this Mountain God’s grace event, the Honored Lord intends to form an alliance. Those of us who are willing to join will be the founding elders of the alliance..."