They all call me Great Master
Chapter 927 - 923 Ascend Step I_2

[Not possessing 'Terrifying Wolf's Ear', determination passed!]

['Great Orange' Ritual not reaching High Tier, is it insufficient to use 29000 XP points?]

...

['Great Orange' Ritual, determining...]

[Physique, determination passed!]

[Spirituality, determination passed!]

[Determining 'Great Orange' Ritual, capable of reaching Extreme, is it using 99000 XP points to push it to the extreme?]

...

Looking at the words in front of him, Arthur didn't hesitate to give a certain answer—

"Yes!"

Then, a gentle orange light suddenly burst open.

That color became exceedingly intense, like a lump of gold.

Afterward, echoing in Arthur's ear—

Meow!

This is...

Mimi's cat call.

Arthur's vision became hazy.

He seemed to see that little cat again.

Saw it bouncing around excitedly beside the burly man, its tail tip trembling continuously.

Saw that little cat turn its head, squinting at him, showing a smile then immediately chasing after the departing back of the burly man.

Hmm, the fur on its bum was not only trimmed but also not sticking with poop.

The owner is quite responsible!

As a cat owner, Arthur's focus was quite different, he almost instinctively glanced and gave an evaluation.

Immediately, the originally forward-moving burly man's steps paused.

He couldn't help but laugh.

Aeolia originally did not want to care.

As the creator of the 'Seventeen Order'.

Right now, he is not complete.

Or, when he punched out a new stairway in the Cat Hole, he could no longer be complete.

No matter how much his old friend Hercules tried.

He and Mimi are only temporarily in their current form.

What's left?

Needs time.

As for more ties?

What rebirth, what destiny.

None of it is important.

Or rather, it's all false.

He is he, Arthur is Arthur.

Mimi is Mimi, Marinda is Marinda.

Aeolia bent down to pick up Mimi, turned around to look at Arthur.

After pondering for a moment, this 'Golden Lion Cat' felt he should say something, so he directly said—

"Have you eaten?"

"Yes.

A dinner that was neither delicious nor abundant."

Arthur nodded and replied.

He is he, Aeolia is Aeolia.

Marinda is Marinda, Mimi is Mimi.

Arthur certainly understood this principle.

If he couldn't understand this principle, he wouldn't be standing here now.

Looking at Arthur's eyes that were calm without any awkwardness, uneasy or doubt, seeing the clarity in those black eyes, Aeolia laughed.

"That's really unfortunate."

After saying this, Aeolia continued forward holding Mimi.

Mimi, held in the burly man's arms, poked her head out, raised her paw and waved.

Is this considered a farewell?

It is.

Arthur waved with a smile.

He wished them a smooth journey.

As for wishing them a smooth wind?

Arthur wouldn't say that.

After all, keeping your feet on the ground is better.

And the wind?

It's unpredictable where it might blow.

If by chance it lifts you, only to find jagged mountains ahead, then you might crash to smithereens.

Seeming to sense Arthur's sincere blessing.

Aeolia suddenly slowed his pace.

However, this 'Golden Lion Cat' did not turn back, but his voice echoed in Arthur's ears—

"Do you know how to fish?"

"Yes, but not much."

Arthur replied honestly.

He once dreamed, after retirement, to find a place to cast a couple of rods.

But before he could buy a fishing rod, he was brought here by a muck cart.

The rest of the story?

Everyone already knows.

The young spirit medium tirelessly seeking that tiny bit of pitiful security for the sake of livelihood.

It's truly tear-inducing.

"Is that so.

If there's an opportunity, let's fish together."

After speaking, Aeolia didn't linger, he strode forward.

Almost two breaths later, that tall figure with his cat vanished.

Leaving only Arthur.

Then, Arthur took a deep breath—

Whew!

With murky breath exhaled, a leg lifted to step forward.

One step taken, a world of difference.

The starry sky descended, transcendent and extraordinary.

The stairway of ascension that fell from the heavens came with the starry sky.

Unlike others' Tenth Order.

Arthur's is Seventeen Order.

This destined Arthur to stand higher, see farther.

And at this moment, Arthur already stands on the First Order.

No imagined pressure, pain.

Everything is so effortless and free.

Arthur was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Unlike others relying on self-cultivation, performing rituals, ingesting magic potions with drawbacks, even leaving hidden injuries, causing unstable foundations, making ascension exceptionally difficult.

But he is different, improving step by step with XP points, his foundation solid.

Ultimately?

It was achieved in one fell swoop.

This, is talent!

Thinking of this, the corners of Arthur's mouth curled up.

He stepped forward.

Starting from the First Order, to the Second Order, to the Third Order, then onto the Fourth Order.

The journey was seamless and unimpeded.

And with each ascension, his [Physique], [Spirituality] seemed to undergo another baptism, starting a new round of enhancement.

Not just [Physique], [Spirituality], but also [Talent], [Bloodline]!

[Breath of Death] and [Death Intuition] began a new round of promotion.

The bloodline of [Serpent of Death] began a genuine metamorphosis.

Arthur's intuition told him that once he stepped onto the Fifth Order, everything would be different.

He would become truly safe.

However, his intuition told him that if he really stepped onto it, he would lose something quite important.

Arthur frowned.

He did not rely on faith.

Nor did he take shortcuts to become High Tier.

So why did he still have such intuition?

Clearly, he overlooked something.

Standing on the Fourth Order, Arthur began to search.

Almost immediately, Arthur discovered the difference.

Three threads!

Three transparent threads, which even he would not notice without careful examination, were connected to him.

'When did they appear?'

A hint of surprise flashed in Arthur's eyes.

He could be certain that before, there were absolutely no such threads on his body.

It's when...

His intuition felt something was wrong, he resisted stepping onto the Fifth Order before they appeared.

'So, as soon as I step onto the Fifth Order, these three threads will break?'

Arthur speculated.

Then, the young Spirit Medium examined the three threads with even more scrutiny.

Though the three threads appeared transparent, their thickness varied slightly.

The thickest one resembled a fishing line.

The thinnest one, like spider silk.

Moreover, when Arthur focused on the three threads, a noise could be heard at his ear, coming from the threads, but extremely distant, utterly indistinct.

Immediately, Arthur concentrated, holding his breath, leaned closer to the thinnest thread, and listened closely.

In an instant, the scene before him changed.

Pale, lifeless.

Yet, bustling with activity.

Lights flickered.

Explosions echoed incessantly.

And with just a slight movement of the heart, Arthur saw four battling figures—

An old gentleman in a black suit, hair neatly styled, face clean-shaven, was fighting with three people of varying appearances.

An elder.

A middle-aged man.

A youth.

The elder's face was kind, like that of a senior, dressed appropriately.

The middle-aged man's face was honest, strong and robust, wielding a war hammer.

The first two were not important.

Upon seeing them, Arthur felt nothing.

What concerned Arthur most was the youth.

Without needing a close look, upon seeing the youth, Arthur gave the appraisal of an oily, powdered face.

And strangely, upon seeing the other, Arthur felt an unexpected sense of familiarity.

A bit...

Like Old Charlie?!

Not just three parts alike in appearance.

More critically, the temperament.

That temperament engraved in the bone, almost eighty percent similar to Old Charlie.

'Another scoundrel?' Arthur thought, eyes turning to the old gentleman in the black suit.

Despite being besieged by the three, the old gentleman did not fall behind.

No!

To be precise, he had the upper hand.

The crown-tipped cane he wielded brought forth an invisible wind with every swing.

Wherever the wind swept, even shadows had to wither.

Of course, none of this was important.

What mattered was that Arthur could clearly feel his talent [Breath of Death] shared an origin with the gentleman's.

Moreover, the rough-faced middle-aged man in the siege roared—

"Death, you must atone for your betrayal!"

Hmm?!