The Strongest War God

Chapter 1170: Follow Me and I’ll Bestow Upon You the Imperial Realm

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“But this isn’t my concern. I live in this place and am not involved with external matters. I can assure you that I’ll ensure you and your brother’s safe departure. If you break your promise, your cultivation won’t progress any further.”

Plant demons were spiritual creatures, and they were known to uphold their promises because they believed that certain commitments would materialize.

Braydon Neal raised his hand and handed over five wisps of purple Qi.

The old bamboo absorbed the five wisps of purple Qi, and a faint purple light enveloped its body.

With the support of this purple light, the intimidating pressure it emitted grew even more intense.

A colossal shadow emerged, reaching three thousand meters in height, resembling a towering bamboo that dominated the world.

This pressure stirred furious roars, the roars of a ninth-level spirit beast.

They sensed that the old bamboo was on the verge of a breakthrough, attempting to transcend the limits of the ninth level and ascend to a higher realm.

Yet, this formidable aura rose to its peak and gathered toward the clouds, causing unrest among the ninth-level spirit beasts in the vicinity.

Regrettably, despite the tremendous effort, the breakthrough remained elusive.

The old bamboo’s aura gradually weakened, but it had faintly elevated to a higher level than before, exuding an even more terrifying presence.

Sighing, it said, “In the end, it’s still not enough.” fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Braydon stood in the wooden house, hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming with contemplation.

“Young friend!” the Old Bamboo’s main body exclaimed.

“Follow me into the ancient city, and I’ll bestow upon you the imperial realm!”

The moment Braydon spoke, he played the part of a seasoned persuader.

In the outside world, he persistently recruited other geniuses for the Northern Army.

Despite being in the Ruins World for only a few days, he sought to entice a ninth-level plant cultivator to journey to the 14th ancient city.

“Brother is playing tricks again,” Little Fool mumbled in the courtyard.

“He seems to get along well with Grandpa Bamboo.”

Jada blinked, playing on the swing with Little Fool, donning a flower wreath on her head.

The man and woman appeared remarkably compatible, yet Jada remained unaware that her guardian angel had narrowly escaped abduction by Braydon.

“Young friend, you’re quite bold with your words,” the old bamboo remarked with an aged voice.

“I never make idle promises. Please consider it,” Braydon calmly stated.

The old bamboo replied, “I was friends with Jada’s grandfather. Back then, he was feeble. In my ignorance, I gained spiritual wisdom, and we vowed to grow together for the rest of our lives. He’d protect me, and I’d shield him from the wind and rain.”

“Senior, accompany me into the ancient city for a hundred years. I’ll assist you in becoming an emperor. If you wish to return in the future, you’re welcome to do so.”

Braydon kept laying down his cards.

A hundred years might not be significant for a plant cultivator, who lived longer than spirit beasts and martial artists.

The offer was its freedom for a century in exchange for reaching the imperial realm of plants.

While another ninth-level plant cultivator might have readily accepted, the old bamboo hesitated.

“I’ll be here for three months. Take your time to consider, Senior.” Braydon smiled.

Having said that, Braydon returned to his cultivation.

He circulated the Great Void of Kylo Art and devoured the fruit given by the old bamboo – a thousand-grade spirit fruit.

Its effects were extraordinary, sustaining Braydon’s refinement for two days and increasing his vitality by 10,000 Na.

As his vitality surged, a red lotus materialized above Braydon, absorbing all the vitality, serving as a reservoir for vitality.

The red lotus’s vitality had already reached 110,000 Na, all while Braydon remained as an eminent pinnacle.

Closing his eyes, Braydon absorbed the purple Qi he condensed daily to prevent the old bamboo from attacking him for it.

The old bamboo watched with envy, torn between the desire for purple Qi and the reluctance to beg or rob.

The aged bamboo faced a tough decision.

It was tempted to acquiesce to Braydon’s proposal and accompany him to the ancient city.

Yet, plant cultivators like itself were deeply entrenched here and usually hesitant to uproot.

Additionally, the ancient city posed a significant challenge to the three races, making the decision even more complex.

Braydon’s Vitality surged by 30,000 nu, reaching an impressive 140,000 Na.

He was approaching the limit of an eminent pinnacle. However, an unexpected turn of events unfolded as the owners returned.

Jada’s parents, grandfather, and three brothers came back on a ninth-level spirit beast—the Scarlet Sky Tiger.

This majestic beast, with its red body and expansive wings, covered the sky as it soared.

Its formidable presence, spanning hundreds of meters, exuded a terrifying pressure as it made its return.

Braydon, who was in seclusion, immediately sensed this formidable aura.

Startled, he stood up and shouted, “Luke!” His expression underwent a drastic change.

“Brother, I can feel it!” Luke’s expression mirrored his brother’s seriousness as he hurried to his side.

Little Fool wasn’t swayed by romantic feelings. Faced with a choice between Jada and his brother Braydon, he would undoubtedly choose his brother.

“Young friend, don’t panic. I’ll handle it,” reassured the old bamboo, hoping that Braydon would owe it a few favors and use the purple Qi to repay the debt, allowing the old bamboo to break through.

The Scarlet Sky Tiger landed in the area, and five individuals descended from it.

A silver-haired old man, clad in a purple robe with his hair tied into a crown, gently spoke, “Jada, Grandfather is back…” His eyes sharpened as he sensed a stranger in his house.

“There’s someone here!” the Scarlet Sky Tiger growled.

Surprisingly, a ninth-level spirit beast could speak human language.

A white-robed man was holding hands with a noblewoman, and their expressions changed slightly.

The presence of a stranger in the house was evident.

The middle-aged man in white, with a fierce gaze, looked at Braydon and Luke in the wooden house, saying coldly, “Ancient city martial artists!”

“Jada how dare you take them in!” Jada’s big brother, a composed young man, expressed concern, realizing the potential trouble if this situation were to spread.

Jada hurriedly explained, “They’re fine. They’re just lost. I’ll let them stay at home for a few days.”

The silver-haired elder issued a cold command, “Ancient city martial artists must be killed. Don’t let them live!”

“Ebo, weren’t you supposed to go to the Drunken Immortal Mountain for half a year? Why are you back already?” inquired the old bamboo.

“Brother Bamboo, our lives are intertwined. A month ago, when you broke through to the imperial realm, I sensed it. So, I set everything aside and rushed back to protect you,” explained the silver-haired old man.