Chapter 1949 Aggravation of the friction
Chapter 1949: Aggravation of the friction Chapter 1949: Aggravation of the friction Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “I came back to see you.” Braydon Neal entered the pavilion, reuniting with his family of four once again.
Not long after, Louis Neal and Laura Quinn returned from outside. When they saw Braydon, their excitement was palpable.
“Braydon, you’ve lost weight…” Laura’s eyes reddened.
At their level of cultivation, gaining or losing weight came easily.
Seeing his mother cry, Braydon noticed she had gained a lot of weight over the past year. She was now chubby and round. He smiled and said, “You’ve put on some weight, haven’t you?” “Pfft!” Laura couldn’t help but laugh.
Louis didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Quick, change back!
What if others see you like this?” The family was filled with joy.
Luther Carden and the others stayed at a hotel in Preston, choosing not to disturb them.
The news of Braydon’s return spread rapidly.
For the first two days, no one dared to bother them.
But on the third day, visitors arrived from the capital.
Dominic Lowe, Zavier Leach, Sawyer Quail, and Kieran Normand hurried to the Neal family’s manor.
At the entrance.
“Dominic Lowe from the capital is here to visit Martial Emperor Neal!” Dominic appeared more sage-like than before.
In the capital, Braydon had long been honored as the Martial Emperor.
“Come in, you four,” Braydon called softly, fishing by the pond in his manor.
The four old fellows had all reached the path-returning realm, blessed with long lifespans.
The arrival of cultivators from the starry sky had brought new cultivation methods and countless resources, advancing martial arts development worldwide.
“Martial Emperor, Your Highness Young Northern King!” Zavier and the others bowed.
Braydon had been conferred the title of Martial Emperor, and Trevon Neal inherited his father’s position. For years, the elders of the capital respectfully addressed him as Young Northern King.
“Please, have a seat,” Braydon invited, gesturing for the four to sit down.
Dominic and the others exchanged glances before sitting down, feeling a little tense.
Over the past few decades, they had often heard about the Northern Army, especially since cultivators from across the universe frequently arrived with news.
The Northern Army Cavalry was now renowned in the universe, and Ancestor Neal was revered by the human race.
The higher-ups of the human race were essentially the sons of the Northern Army, and they were seen as the upper echelon of the human race.
Even the peak cultivators behind the 10,008 regions of the human race had long been humbled by Luther. There was no longer any factional strife.
Now, when Luther gave an order, any domain lord who dared disobey would be beheaded—regardless of their strength.
Luther had established his might years ago, and even more so today.
The human race had 40,000 peak cultivators, with 20,000 of them from the Northern Army.
Soon, the human race would have 190,000 peak beings, all hailing from the north.
At that point, the Northern Army Cavalry would stand dominant in the starry sky, feared by all races.
To be honest, Leron Schatzman’s mysterious disappearance had driven Braydon to the edge.
No matter who was responsible for harming Leron, Braydon planned to use it as an excuse to attack the demon race, saint race, and innate race.
Vengeance was inevitable.
In his previous life, Leonidas Serafin had died, and with him, a million elites were buried in the starry sky. The demons had played a significant role.
In this life, Braydon wouldn’t rest until their entire race was wiped out.
It was nothing short of a miracle.
Previously, he had held back only because the human race’s foundation was fragile, with too few peak experts. A premature move would have risked heavy human losses.
If the innate race had attacked humans while they were weakened, they might have allied with the demons and launched a full assault on humanity.
At that time, the human race would have been in danger of being overthrown.
But now, everything had changed.
Braydon’s town had been constantly producing peak humans, and they had grown strong enough to sweep across the universe.
Moreover, this life was different from the last.
In his previous life, Leonidas had been proud and aloof, relying only on his brothers and disregarding external help. Now, Ancestor Neal commanded the reverence of the entire human race.
The human cultivators who had transcended now loyally followed Braydon’s orders, and tens of thousands of peak human cultivators pledged allegiance to him.
This time, things would not end in tragedy.
“Is there anything you’d like to do, Martial Emperor?” Dominic asked cautiously.
“Just coming back to visit when I have time,” Braydon replied, not revealing his deeper thoughts.
It wasn’t something Dominic and the others could handle. The universe’s great races were locked in a competition beyond their reach.
This storm was brewing, and when it fully erupted, even peak cultivators would fall like dominos.
Kieran and the others wouldn’t be able to stir any waves, even if they tried.
“So, how are things in the capital now?” Braydon asked softly, pulling up his fishing rod.
“The capital is as prosperous as ever.
Peace reigns over the four seas, the people are wealthy, and martial arts are flourishing.
It’s many times stronger than it was before,” Dominic sighed.
In the past, when martial arts were weak, Braydon had single-handedly elevated the country’s fortunes, marking the beginning of the golden age of martial arts.
Because of this, the capital named that era the New Martial Era, which has continued to flourish to this day.
The world had transformed.
As they were talking, Luther arrived at the manor, striding over with a faint smile.
“Grand Secretary Lowe, you’re here!” “Lieutenant Commander Luther, how have you been?” Dominic and the others hurriedly stood up, knowing that Luther was once Ancestor Luther of the human race.
“Is there any word on Leron?” Braydon asked calmly.
“Nothing yet.
Chadwick Neal sent an urgent message that our forces have entered the sixteen peak regions of the nine demon territories but were stopped by a demon ancestor,” Luther reported, his voice calm.
Sixteen peak human experts had been stopped by an old demon. In reality, they were likely trapped.
Tensions between the two races had finally come to a head.
Braydon had ordered the search for Leron, sending out human elites to cross into demon territory.
Naturally, this provoked the demons, who would surely retaliate.
“Use my name to order the demons to open their territory,” Braydon said calmly.
“The human race’s peak experts will search for Leron.” “What if the demons refuse?” Luther asked, but quickly regretted it.
Braydon looked at the pond as a fish bit his hook.
He smiled.
“Such a silly question shouldn’t come from you.” “Understood!” Luther knew what to do. If the demons refused, they could claim that the demons had tried to murder Leron and use that as a reason to strike, expanding the human race’s territory.
The atmosphere turned quiet.
Dominic and the others remained silent.
Braydon suddenly spoke, “The human race in the starry sky has 10,008 territories.
That’s a bit small…” “The demon race has 24,000 stellar realms—more than twice our territory.” Among the universe’s super races, the demon race controlled the largest territory.
The saint race held the smallest, with just 8,000 territories.
The innate race’s territory was similar to that of the humans, with 11,000 stellar realms. The giants held a comparable amount.
A super race’s territory nearly spanned the entire universe.
Braydon put away his fishing rod and walked out of the manor.
Luther vanished in a flash, moving to contact the peak cultivators in space.
All 20,000 of the Northern Army’s peak cultivators had entered the demon region, scattered across the 7,000 demon stellar realms.
Each demon region had two or three peak figures.
Once there, they used the excuse of searching for their comrade Leron to inspect the major stellar realms. If stopped, they would immediately take action.