The Strongest War God

Chapter 999: The Little Fool Born to Be Rich

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

How useful was the identity of the young leader of Hansworth?

Braydon Neal wasn’t too sure either, so he used this opportunity to trick Mount Kingston and see how everyone reacted.

The people of Mount Kingston had stabbed Braydon through the heart on Heavenly Mountain.

When the old antiques of Hansworth who were cultivating in seclusion heard this news, they would definitely be very surprised!

A good show was bound to happen next!

Who knew how much time it would take for Braydon to become a supreme pinnacle?

He wanted revenge again!

Therefore, he did not hesitate to borrow external power. At the same time, he could borrow the power of outsiders to see the power of Mount Kingston.

He wanted to see how terrifying this hidden cultivation force was!

Jevan Cox’s gaze fell on the small black stone in Braydon’s hand. His pupils constricted. “Who gave you this?” he asked in a serious tone.

“You like it? I’ll give it to you!”

Braydon was indifferent and did not seem to care.

In the end, Jevan did not dare to accept it!

He couldn’t accept this item.

“Take good care of this stone. It will be of great use to you in the future,” Jevan said seriously.

“You know its origin?”

Braydon had been trying to get information about the black stone from Jevan.

However, Jevan avoided the question. He said calmly, “It seems that the old man gave it to you. Mount Kingston has been scammed by you!”

“Teacher gave it to me. Who is that old man?”

Braydon was as shrewd as a little fox.

Jevan disappeared in a flash. He said, “Stay on Luxor Peak and cultivate. You are too weak. Don’t even think about running. You can’t beat me!”

Braydon was speechless.

He didn’t expect Jevan to threaten him in order to keep him.

However, he should indeed stay here and not appear in front of outsiders for the time being.

At the same time, the outside world was in an uproar.

The son of Hansworth had fallen!

This news was quickly spread.

The targets of the spread were basically all pinnacle martial artists of the upper three ranks.

The son of the nation, Braydon, was the young leader of Hansworth.

Many old fellows were secretly paying attention to Braydon’s growth.

Although the followers had their own thoughts.

Most people hoped that Braydon could succeed and take over the position of the leader to protect Hansworth for thousands of years.

There was also a portion of old martial artists who hoped that Braydon could use his own strength to boost the country’s fate. The country’s fate was filled with martial arts fate and civil arts fate.

If the country’s fate was prosperous, the martial arts fate would certainly flourish.

If the martial arts fate flourished, the martial arts world would prosper.

If the martial arts world flourished, geniuses would emerge in large numbers. They would create a golden age of martial arts, and the environment of heaven and earth would change. There would be people who walked new paths of martial arts.

For example, the supreme pinnacle path!

The supreme pinnacle cultivation path was something that many old people yearned for the most.

Braydon was the hope of many people.

In the end, the young leader who shouldered everyone’s hope had actually fallen!

One could imagine that the old antiques hiding in the bustling areas of the secular world were all enraged!

The hidden cultivators were all furious.

In just one night, more than 13,700 old antiques came out from all over Hansworth, returned to the martial arts world, and fought their way up Mount Kingston.

Why were there so many old hermits?

That was because Hansworth was the origin of the world’s martial arts!

It was also because Hansworth’s thousands of years of civilization had never been broken.

After thousands of years of accumulation, passed down from generation to generation, they had only accumulated this little bit of foundation.

This little bit of foundation was only around 13,000 people.

Was it a lot?

Not much!

An ordinary county in a large province in the country had a population of nearly a million.

These elders were just a speck of starlight in the vast sea of people.

It was this starlight that illuminated the martial path of the younger generation.

In the northwestern region, the land was dry all year round, causing the ground to be covered in yellow soil. There was a dilapidated Daoist temple overgrown with weeds, and an old Daoist priest could not be bothered with it. He was sloppy.

He was carrying a small cloth bag with a bottle of alcohol and half a roasted chicken wrapped in tin foil.

The old Daoist priest was a little greedy. He opened the steaming roast chicken, pulled off the drumstick, and ate it in big mouthfuls. In one bite, only a chicken bone was left.

This way of eating was almost on par with Luke Yates!

The old Daoist priest unscrewed the cap of the alcohol bottle and blew directly into his mouth. In one breath, he drank half of the bottle.

Then, he started to get drunk!

He burped and closed his eyes comfortably. Lying on the grass, he looked at the starry sky and muttered, “A bunch of old fools. The morning star of Hansworth is bright and dazzling. Its light can penetrate thousands of layers of darkness. It’s definitely alive and well. Let alone dead, I guarantee that he’s still alive and kicking. Which bastard is spouting nonsense and saying that my young leader is dead!”

There were many talented people in Hansworth.

Obviously, this old Daoist priest was not simple.

The orthodoxy had the most hidden old immortals.

Most of them were idle, either playing around in the world or choosing a little disciple to inherit the mantle. They swindled and scammed, ate and drank, and lived a lively life. They were happy every day.

Or they chose to cultivate!

However, from the depths of the Daoist temple, a young man’s voice could be heard. He cursed, “Old drunkard, let me out. Otherwise, just you wait. When my brother comes, I’ll beat you senseless!”

“Just look at me. I’m so used to living alone that I forgot that my new disciple hasn’t eaten yet. Dear disciple, come out!”

The old Daoist priest lay on the grass and moved with a thought.

The roof of the small Daoist temple was torn open!

The old Daoist priest must have drunk too much. Instead of opening the door, he directly lifted the roof.

He was obviously not very reliable.

The young man in the room had his hands tied up by iron chains. He screamed and struggled, but he couldn’t break free.

It was Little Fool!

Luke was really unlucky. After parting ways with her brother Braydon on Fura Island, he went back to Ludwig alone to play. Then, he met an old Daoist priest who said that he was fated to take the donkey as his disciple.

Luke was stunned.

He had never seen anyone take a donkey as a disciple.

In the end, the old Daoist priest had drunk too much that day and was a little dizzy. He had even said the wrong thing. He had originally wanted to take Luke as his disciple, but he said it was the donkey instead.

One could imagine that Luke was even more displeased.

Since he was young, no one dared to say that he was silly like a donkey.

However, the person that the old Daoist priest fancied was directly tied up with iron chains, forcing Luke to starve for an entire day.

When Luke came out, he scolded, “Old drunkard, just you wait. I don’t believe you can live longer than me. When you die, I’ll make your ashes into steamed buns!”

“What?”

The old Daoist priest was furious.

This little fool had always been indecent.

The old Daoist priest had lived to this age and was not afraid of anything, but now he was afraid.

Anyone who found out that someone was thinking about their ashes after death would definitely feel disgusted and flustered.

“Where’s my donkey?” The little fool sat on the ground, picked up the drumstick, and started to eat.

“It’s tied at the door!” The old Daoist priest pointed at the door of the Daoist temple.