NovelEnglishChapter 838 Peter Laverick
The masked youth was none other than Emrys.
He spent a few days mastering Shapeshifting Technique he had obtained from the Morris family, successfully
altering his physique. The ten masks he had initially crafted for use in the outside world finally cin handy.
Today, he had cto scale Sword King Mountain, assuming the role of Tigger from Rabid Gang.
He naturally began to ascend the Emrys didn’t linger at the foot of the mountain for mountain steps. The initial
third of the journey didn’t feel strenuous, nor did he sense any aura of sword energy.
After climbing a third of the mountain stairs, a slight tremor passed through Emrys‘ heart.
A faint aura of sword energy began to waft around him, but it was far too weak for Emrys liking. Unsatisfied, he
continued his ascent up the mountain steps. By the the reached the mountain's midsection, he finally
understood why so many people had gathered
there.
The sword energy in this position was neither too strong nor too weak, just right for cultivation. Moreover, for
those in Foundation Stage of their cultivation, ascending further started to present a challenge.
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Emrys could see it clearly, even without the rules of Sword King Mountain, he doubted anyone would dare to
interfere with others lightly. Because once there was malicious interference, conflict was inevitable. The
consequence would be both parties being shaken off the mountain by the sword energy present here.
I should continue.
Emrys’s goal was clearly not limited to the mountainside. He quickly surpassed this small. densely populated
area and continued upward.
After crossing the mountainside, he reached the final third of the stairway on the back of Sword King Mountain.
The number of climbers significantly decreased.
There were only a few climbers present.
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Morcover, the few figures that were present did not continue their ascent. Instead, they were scattered, sitting
cross-legged on the mountain stairs, evidently immersed in comprehending sword energy.
Emrys didn’t bother with them and just kept moving upward.
His goal was straightforward-the summit of the mountain.
As Emrys was about to surpass the chubby cultivator who was currently at the highest point, the chubby man
suddenly opened his eyes and said, “Buddy, it's quite impressive. that you've managed to climb up here.”
Emrys halted in his tracks, turning to look at the chubby man. It was clear that the man had finished his
cultivation and was preparing to descend the mountain.
Throughout the journey uphill, Emrys hadn’t spoken to anyone, and indeed, it was quite dull. Hearing the chubby
guy strike up a conversation, he responded with a smile, “Why do | get the feeling you're praising yourself?”
“You could think of it that way.”
The chubby guy was cool and exuded confidence, a stark contrast to his affable nature, which seemed to be built
layer by layer from his extra pounds. It felt as though he was deliberately playing up his coolness.
Emrys chuckled, taking another step up the mountain stairs. But the chubby man suddenly spoke again. “I
wouldn't recommend you keep climbing.”
“Oh? Why is that?”
Emrys looked at the chubby man with a puzzled expression.
With a cool and confident expression, the chubby man said, “What matters most is appropriateness. The sword
energy here is already enough for you to comprehend. If your continue to ascend, the sword energy will be too
strong and less effective than here. What truly matters is what is most suitable for you.”
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How philosophical.
However, when the words cfrom the mouth of the portly philosopher, they carried an inexplicably comical
effect.
After giving it sserious thought, Emrys said, “I believe the mountaintop suitsbetter.
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The chubby man gave Emrys an odd look and said, “Buddy, you don’t seem to be from one of the Three Sword
Sects, are you? Did you get here to Sword King Mountain through a sword statutte?”
This chubby guy was rather impressive, as he had effortlessly figured out that Emrys was a foreigner.
Intrigue sparked within Emrys, and with a respectful gesture of his fist, he introduced himself. “I'm from Rabid
Gang. CallTigger.”
Tigger? Rabid Gang? Why do the names sound so unbelievable?
However, the chubby man was someone who believed in reciprocating courtesies. Seeing Emrys willingly reveal
his identity, regardless of its authenticity, he politely responded, “I am Peter Laverick from Soul Sword Sect.”
“Mr. Peter, how were you so certain earlier that | wasn’t a member of Three Sword Sects?” Emrys asked
curiously.
Peter's mouth lifted into a smirk, exuding an air of profound mystery as he spoke. “I have a discerning eye. Just
one look at your demeanor, and | can tell you're not a disciple of Three Sword Sects.”
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