My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1182 - 461: Demon divination_1

Chapter 1182: Chapter 461: Demon divination_1

After the Origin Resurgence began, the overall strength of the Cultivation World increased rapidly; specifically for ordinary cultivators: cultivation speed accelerated, and breaking through realms became easier. Those who knew about the Origin Resurgence were not only Owen Bertram and his peers; for example, these ancient founding duke families not only knew about it earlier, but also were the first to act.

The Wood Dynasty had a vast territory, and the reopened Ancient Annihilation Domain was not only limited to the few that Mr. Owen participated in. The founding dukes had profound backgrounds, and even if they abided by their family teachings and never interfered in court affairs, they always had their eyes on some key positions. The strength hidden beneath the surface surpassed those top sects in the Wood Dynasty.

So, when the Ancient Annihilation Domain reopened, they immediately occupied a part of it and obtained some key resources. The overtly powerful fighters in their families also increased their strength by a large margin.

Moreover, the five founding duke families had always been closely related, sharing their honor or disgrace together. Owen Bertram’s strength could barely contend with one family, but it was definitely not a match for a five-family alliance.

How could the five families not understand these reasons in their hearts? Just like their history of forcing talented Cultivators to marry into their families by using the general trend to intimidate others, it was all for the long-lasting wealth and glory of the family. The only difference this time was that they were not seeking marriage for a son-in-law but for a daughter.

But the originator of this idea, the immortal old fellow, recommended the "Son of Heaven’s Will" to them; so, it was best for him to say these words. In the eyes of outsiders, it seemed that their five families were being deceived and manipulated by a "demonic cultivator"; the guilt could be slightly reduced - indeed quite a convenient explanation.

As for what originator of this idea really wanted, the five elderly dukes knew in their hearts; and they were not worried, because their five families could afford it.

The current Duke of Stev saw the messy dishes and utensils in the water pavilion and waved his hand, saying, "Put a new feast up."

Their way of entertaining guests was not ordinary; each dish was a precious Pill Cuisine, and a single feast would cost a fortune. It would make those top families wince.

The servants quickly replaced the table with a new feast, and Duke of Stev laughed and asked, "Originator of this idea, have you enjoyed yourself enough? If not, please feel free to use more." The immortal old fellow made a gesture of being unfathomable and lightly waved his hand, saying, "No need. The time has come, please invite the distinguished guest."

Suddenly, a huge bird call came from the sky, "Che -"

Everyone saw a ferocious and strange giant magpie, as if flying from the sun, swiftly and suddenly entering the sky above Jade Water Garden. The magpie then circled around and plunged to the ground with a thud - that area was a small landscape personally arranged by the Duke of Stev, containing three precious Jade Arhat Pines, a cluster of Golden Section Purple Jade Bamboo, and seven or eight strange stones from outside the world. Not to mention the expense of these precious landscaping materials; the effort Duke of Stev put into it was priceless!

Duke of Stev was quite proud of this place, and today’s banquet was specially held in the water pavilion, allowing everyone to see this scenery and for him to show off.

As a result, the giant magpie landed with a heavy thud, and its thick, ferocious bird claws shattered the strange stones from the outside world. Then, it spread its wings and spun around, its sharp feathers neatly severing the Jade Arhat Pines and Golden Section Purple Jade Bamboo.

Duke Stev’s old face twitched twice, oh, such a heartbreaking feeling!

Then, everyone could clearly see that there was a young man sitting on the back of the fierce giant magpie. He jumped down and headed straight for the water pavilion entrance. As he walked in, he shouted with a thunderous voice, "I am Owen Bertram, where is that immortal old fellow?"

The founding dukes shook their heads secretly. As the immortal old fellow had said, this person’s family background was shallow and vulgar. The Son of Heaven’s Will should never follow him any longer; it would be like casting pearls to swine or wasting valuable resources.

Even the mount of this person was not highly regarded by the founding dukes: What kind of thing was this? Although it was Tier-6, it was too ugly and ferocious. It turned out that this fellow with no background had no choice but to use this as his mount; he was probably the only one available.

If it were any of them in his place, they would definitely try their best to obtain a Tier-7 Immortal Crane or Red Bird. Those mounts would exude an immortal and lofty air.

The immortal old fellow pretended to be a "casual bystander" and acted wildly in his daily life. However, when someone else "acted wildly" with him, he couldn’t handle it. The curse "old miscellaneous hair" almost caused him to lose face, and after his facial muscles twitched a few times, he finally endured it, laughing and waving, "Old Immortal is here. Mr. Owen takes your time to arrive. Please come in and punish yourself with three cups of wine..."

"I’ll punish your grandpa!" Mr. Owen strode lionlike into the water pavilion, not caring about the lofty status of the founding dukes. He kicked over the table with his foot. Amid the sound of smashing bowls and plates, the Pill Cuisine, which could have bankrupted a small family, was all scattered on the floor. Owen had already grabbed the immortal old fellow with one hand, and under his five fingers, layers of rules formed a dense and impermeable web, firmly trapping the immortal old fellow!

Duke of Stev’s face could no longer withstand the humiliation. The immortal old fellow was his guest; Owen broke into his house, flipped his table, and wanted to beat his guest?!

"Owen Bertram!" the Duke of Stev shouted angrily. The other person in the Seventh Level next to him did not move but held a majestic momentum like a galaxy falling from the Nine Heavens. The rolling, unending pressure pressed towards Owen Bertram!

Owen suddenly turned his head, "The Great Realm of the Seventh Level!"