The Strongest War God

Chapter 1218: The Change in the Neal Family

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“I brought you a lot of delicious food.”

The little fool took out a large pile of spirit herbs and spirit fruits from the void pouch at his waist.

There were mostly cucumber-like spirit fruits, the kind Luke Yates would usually eat when hungry, treating this hundred-year-old spirit fruit like a spirit stone.

The two brothers had no shortage of spirit crystal flowers in the Small Divine City.

Colton Jansky’s eyes widened as he looked at them.

“Luke,” he asked suspiciously, “did you guys rob someone?”

“No, we went to the Small Divine City of the aborigines. It’s really fun there!”

Luke recounted the happenings in the Small Divine City with a smug face, restrained only by Braydon’s strict management.

Little Fool and Colton, these two great calamities, were together again.

When they returned to the ancient city, Braydon allowed Luke to go out and play.

The owner of this city was Old Devil Yanagi!

No matter what, Luke was Old Devil Yanagi’s student.

Who would dare to bully Luke?

“What has been happening in the outside world in the past six months?”

Braydon asked softly as he looked at Luther Carden, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

“The ten great hidden greats arrived at the South Pole half a year ago.”

Luther set aside the ancient book and spoke softly, “The martial emperor is in seclusion. Heather is in charge of the heavenly sword. Grand Secretary Lowe is assisting the government. Kieran Normand and Sawyer Quail are helping him. They are taking care of the 23 provinces.

“The four major entities in the country are a little restless!”

Luther added quietly.

It was only natural for the four major entities to feel uneasy.

The formidable individuals from the Northern Army had all followed Braydon to the South Pole, including the Northern Army deputy commanders, and the ten lieutenant commanders, among others.

With the Northern Army sons now in the 14th ancient city, it would be strange if the cultivators from the four major entities were content in the outside world.

The Northern King, the looming threat over their heads, had gone to the South Pole, leaving Heather Sage and the heavenly sword to rule alone in Hansworth.

As Heather was still a girl, it posed a challenge for her to earn the trust of the martial artists from the four major entities.

“Heather is the daughter of civil arts,” Braydon calmly remarked.

“She holds the heavenly sword and bears the responsibility of maintaining peace in the world while presiding over the court.”

“Do you want to go back?” Luther inquired.

“Send a secret order to Dominic Lowe,” Braydon responded calmly.

“Before I return, if I see any of the four major entities’ martial artists disrespecting Hansworth and disobeying the orders of the capital, I will wash the 23 provinces with blood and dismantle the foundations of those powerful families, aristocratic families and sects.”

Braydon’s indifferent words indicated that he no longer wished to expend too much effort on the four major entities’ cultivators.

If they continued to make moves, he would personally intervene, leading to the deaths of many martial artists.

Luther continued. “When you came to the South Pole, the hundred countries all focused their attention on this side of the world. There’s no more friction at the border defense line.”

“Three months ago, the Delta Empire sent a core figure to secretly visit the capital in an attempt to repair relations.”

Luther, well-versed in the outside world’s affairs, shared the information while they conversed.

Even though he was in the ruins of the South Pole, she still maintained detailed knowledge of the events transpiring beyond.

In the bustling 14th ancient city, amidst the daily comings and goings of martial artists, hidden agents from the Northern Army were undoubtedly at work.

While Braydon and Luther continued their conversation, the green-robed Old Devil Yanagi quietly arrived at the pavilion in the small courtyard.

Seated in a wheelchair, Luther lowering his head slightly as he softly called out, “Teacher!”

“Teacher!” Braydon also turned around and greeted.

“Have you had enough fun in the Small Divine City?” Finley Yanagi asked softly.

“I brought back some things.”

Braydon wouldn’t return empty-handed.

He had acquired a hundred 800-year-old spirit herbs, a considerable pile of spirit crystals, and supreme-grade and transcendent-grade Blood Clotting Pills – items capable of swiftly enhancing a martial artist’s strength.

“You were told not to use martial arts banished immortal casually,” Finley chided softly. “Now that they know of your existence and that you have mastered the martial arts banished immortal, it’s not a good thing for the ancient city.”

“Teacher, are you worried about the Oracle Palace?” Braydon’s eyes sparkled, sensing Finley’s concern.

“The origin of the Oracle Palace is in Hansworth!” Finley admitted directly, prompting Braydon to speculate about the connection.

The Oracle Palace originated from Hansworth, and there were also descendants of the ancient Hansworth in the ruins.

The ruins were intricately linked to Hansworth.

Finley didn’t conceal anything, stating plainly, “The Oracle Palace was founded 4,000 years ago during the Sinder Dynasty’s heyday. It was a period of martial arts civilization’s peak.

“After subsequent fluctuations, martial arts gradually faded from history. The First Emperor then initiated the ancient martial arts path, bringing an end to the declining martial arts era in the outside world.

“A group of survivors retreated to the South Pole, but there’s no historical record of the First Emperor wanting to exterminate the theocratic martial arts practitioners during his youth.

“He aimed to eradicate the martial artists who worshipped the supremacy of theocracy. That’s why he killed his way here to completely destroy the roots of martial arts.

“However, the ruins of the South Pole already existed during that period, and since then, the South Pole ruins’ existence has been known to the outside world.”

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Finley shared what he knew, shedding light on the mysteries surrounding the ruins.

The Oracle Palace, a continuation of martial arts civilization, had experienced both prosperity and decline.

Over the years, martial artists had once again risen to prominence in various ruins, and the martial arts legacy persisted to this day.

“No wonder the Oracle Palace has always desired to return to the outside world through the bronze door,” Braydon remarked softly.

“Even after dwelling in the ruins for thousands of years, they are still outsiders.”

Finley’s visit to Braydon wasn’t solely for this discussion.

“Something happened at the Neal residence. You just returned. Did Skylar not inform you?” he inquired gently.

“Something happened at the Neal residence?”

“Skylar!”

Braydon’s eyes turned fierce as he called out.

Skylar approached calmly.

“What occurred at the Neal residence?” Braydon asked urgently.

“Three months ago, news reached the Neal residence that your grandfather’s life was hanging by a thread. Lowell rushed to the 16th ruin personally, and now Sapphire is overseeing the Neal residence,” Finley explained the recent events.

As Finley recounted the happenings of the past hundred years, Skylar displayed an unexpected detachment toward these matters.

To him, the Neal residence on the South Pole wasn’t his home, and the presence of Karen Jo evoked a deep sense of rejection toward the Neal residence.

“Why aren’t you helping Sapphire?” Braydon inquired of his younger brother.

“I can help her. Sapphire is my younger sister, and Jayven is my younger brother. If anyone dares to harm them, I’ll draw my sword and fight to the death. However, I have no connection with the Neal residence,” responded Skylar straightforwardly.

He harbored no concern for the Neal residence.

Finley added calmly, “Before Lowell headed to the 16th ruin, he arranged for someone to inform you about the trouble at the Neal residence. He instructed you to return and take charge of the situation. If he doesn’t return, you are to assume leadership of the Neal residence.”

Braydon’s heart sank.

He sensed that something significant had occurred at the Neal residence.

Lowell Neal’s words sounded like a testament.

His grandfather, Graham Neal, in the 16th ruin, must be facing grave danger.