My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 539 - 375: I Don’t Want to Snatch It Either_3

Chapter 539: Chapter 375: I Don’t Want to Snatch It Either_3

But the illusory sword indeed recognized Owen Bertram, suddenly transforming into a peculiar giant bird with a pair of wings and a single claw, standing three feet tall. Its beak was huge and sharp, glowing a crimson color.

The bird stood firmly in front of Owen Bertram, its massive wings flapping, pulling its body back before lunging at Owen Bertram like a spring!

This attack contained an extremely powerful Sword Skill.

Owen Bertram’s face also changed, angrily rebuking the illusory sword: "How dare you!"

All of this, in Donald Lee’s eyes, only made him feel completely sad. As an experienced warrior with talent in combat, he would notice some details that others wouldn’t care about.

For example, in the Zombie Cave, those Spirit Insects were clearly aggressive and warlike, but they often showed their bellies and kicked their legs happily when facing Owen Bertram, allowing him to collect them easily.

At this moment in Eden Cave, these ancient weapons were staring at Owen Bertram as they attacked, indicating what? Hatred for Owen Bertram? No, absolutely not. An attack meant that they wanted to "test" Owen Bertram; they hoped to "approve" him and leave this place with him.

Originally, things were going well for himself, but when Owen Bertram appeared, everything changed.

Facing such a "lovable" opponent, what could Donald Lee do?

As Donald Lee was deeply worried, Owen Bertram had once again condensed the Radiance-filled Sword Intent and stabbed with the Ancient Emperor Nine Swords technique again.

Clang—

The one-clawed giant bird was dispersed on the spot, and Owen Bertram didn’t give the illusory sword any more chances. He flipped his palm, scattered his Sword Intent, and then re-condensed it from all directions. A huge Sword Stele descended from the Horizon, and with a "thud," the illusory sword was suppressed underneath.

Although the sword was intangible, it continued to change its shape unwillingly under the Sword Stele, but it could not escape.

Owen Bertram didn’t even look at the sword; he left with his subordinates. Donald Lee came to the Sword Stele silently, gently stroking it with both hands and showing a bitter smile: "Owen Bertram deliberately left this sword for me."

"If he didn’t use the Sword Stele to suppress it, this sword might have chased after him."

"And if he gave it to me directly, he would be afraid of hurting my face. So, as long as I can break the Sword Stele, this sword is mine."

"But I am going to disappoint Owen Bertram; I can’t break this Sword Stele. He overestimated me..."

Donald Lee was extremely disappointed and could only leave this place, seeking other weapons to try his luck.

...

Owen Bertram’s face was solemn, and he was certain that someone had plotted against him. He carefully recalled his experiences in the past few days, looking for any suspicious clues.

After filtering through various events and eliminating possibilities one by one, the final suspicion fell on one person: Evans Graham.

Before entering Eden Cave, Evans Graham kindly encouraged him. Why? Were they on good terms? Even when Owen Bertram saved him during the first challenge, Evans Graham hadn’t been so amiable.

Owen Bertram glanced at his shoulder, and his spiritual sense surged out. As expected, he found some fine dust.

"Is this it?"

It was just ordinary limestone powder. Owen Bertram used his Spiritual Energy to wrap up the tiny particles, cleaning them thoroughly and severing their connection with the outside world.

They were currently walking through a patch of dimly glowing grass. This grass was not ordinary, but low-grade Spiritual Medicine that had no value for Owen Bertram to harvest.

As they crossed hundreds of feet of grass, a waterfall suddenly fell from the sky without the sound of a roar. It was formed by the pure condensation of the world’s energy, gushing out from the void and splashing down into the depths of a pond beneath.Only the shape of the waterfall, but no sound.

Arriving here, the impoverished Cultivators felt the rich Spiritual Energy rushing from the heavens and earth, as if they were immersed in it.

"What a comfortable feeling——" The Cultivators breathed deeply, starting their techniques automatically. This place was no less spectacular than the "Spiritual Grounds" controlled by the wealthy families. If they could cultivate here, their realm would certainly advance rapidly.

From time to time, small fish jumped out of the pond, seemingly trying to leap across the Dragon Gate, straining to get to the upstream of the waterfall. However, when the Cultivators looked closely, they found that those small fish didn’t swim in a straight line in the air. Instead, they swam and drilled around, evolving into a profound set of sword techniques!

Several Cultivators immediately felt blessed and began to comprehend the fish’s movements.

Owen Bertram stood quietly to the side, holding a ball of spiritual energy in his hand, sealing the powdered stones within.

Without the aura of the powdered stones leaking, the small fish in the waterfall had no interest in Owen Bertram and didn’t even glance at him. Owen Bertram wanted to release his spiritual energy to see if it was because of the powdered stones. However, seeing the other Cultivators comprehending, he decided to wait for them to finish.

At this time, there were nine Cultivators sitting cross-legged by the pond, all mesmerized by the flying fish, completely forgetting everything else. Unfortunately, Bart was not among them.

The other Cultivators tried hard to widen their eyes, trying to grasp some inspiration from the fish’s movements, but they all struggled to comprehend them.

By now, if they couldn’t enter the state of comprehension, they would have no connection with this Flying Sword technique.

Regretful sighs echoed around, as most of the impoverished Cultivators gave up. Owen Bertram smiled and said, "Everyone has their own chance, do not envy others. If your chance isn’t here, it’s somewhere else. This is Eden Cave, and there might be something better ahead."

Owen Bertram waited for about a shichen (2 hours), and the Cultivators who were comprehending the techniques stood one after another. Each of them gained something and looked overjoyed.

With a faint smile, Owen Bertram released his spiritual energy. As soon as the powdered stones were exposed, ripples began to appear on the pond. Soon, the ripples became more and more dense, and with a gurgling sound like boiling water, the small fish suddenly flew out of the reservoir and darted straight toward Owen Bertram.

Of the nine Cultivators who had comprehended the sword techniques of the flying fish, their eyes lit up as only they could see the extraordinary nature of this move, which maximized the power of the flying fish sword technique.

They had just gained enlightenment and immediately observed this move; naturally, they gained even more insights.

As the flying fish rushed toward him, Owen Bertram spread his hands and skillfully manipulated them with his ten fingers; the surging Sword Intent flowed out smoothly from his hands.

Elegant Sword Intention Score!

The Sword Intent flowed like the Great River, unstoppable once it was displayed.

It was challenging for those fish to swim upstream in such Sword Intent, let alone jump over the Dragon Gate. The flying fish persisted, but eventually, one by one, they succumbed and were swept away by the surging Sword Intent, their whereabouts unknown.

Once the last flying fish was swept away, Owen Bertram flipped his palm, and countless Sword Steles fell from the Horizon. Under each stele, a Flying Fish Sword was suppressed. During the falling process, these steles overlapped and merged. When they landed on the ground, they had turned into a single stele.

Beneath it, a small, agile fish struggled, occasionally scattering into many smaller fish, but it couldn’t escape from under the stele no matter what it tried.

Owen Bertram clapped his hands, letting the powdered stones fall back on his shoulders.

This thing had indeed been useful to him, despite setting him up.

He turned his head and saw the nine people who had just achieved enlightenment staring blankly at him. Owen suddenly understood, but also felt troubled. He could console those impoverished Cultivators who hadn’t gained any enlightenment, but how could he console these nine now?

They were originally the fortunate ones. Among all the impoverished Cultivators under his command, there was an almost "one in ten" chance of comprehending the flying fish sword technique. But just after they had successfully comprehended it and were overjoyed, they suddenly realized the Flying Sword technique they had comprehended seemed... a bit feeble?

At least, it was no match for Owen Bertram.

"Cough, cough." Owen Bertram coughed twice, praising reluctantly while holding his hands behind his back, "This flying sword technique is quite good. I had to use a lot of effort to suppress it."