Chapter 2090: Sky No.1 Chapter 2090: Sky No.1 Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the outer sect of the Myriad Demon Sect, the spiritual energy was rich, and cranes soared into the sky.
Towering mountains surrounded the area.
Locke Macadam’s giant eagle soared through the air, drawing the attention of the disciples below.
“Lige, this is the outer perimeter of my Myriad Demon Sect,” Locke said, pointing at the nine peaks around him and speaking to Braydon Neal.
“The outer sect of our Myriad Demon Sect is divided into nine peaks.
The first peak is for combat, the second is for beast taming, and the third is for forging…
“Moreover, these peaks also correspond to the nine peaks of the inner sect.
As long as you pass the entrance examination, you can enter those nine peaks.” Braydon nodded slightly as he listened to Locke’s explanation.
“Then what about the group of grey linen-clothed disciples below?” Braydon asked, observing the hemp-clothed disciples looking up at them.
“Those are the servant disciples of the Myriad Demon Sect,” Locke explained.
“Disciples not chosen by the nine peaks during the last entrance ceremony either leave or become servant disciples, doing the hardest and most exhausting work while waiting for the next entrance ceremony.” Braydon said nothing, simply nodding as he quietly observed his surroundings.
It was rumored that the Myriad Demon Sect was built on the Myriad Demon Mountain, yet Braydon saw no trace of it.
“Senior Brother Locke, I have a question: isn’t the Half-step Forbidden Land, Myriad Demon Mountain, right next to the Myriad Demon Sect?” Braydon asked.
“Why don’t I see any trace of it?” Locke, standing on the eagle’s head, grinned when he heard Braydon call him “Senior Brother Locke.” The change in address meant their relationship had taken a step forward, filling Locke with satisfaction.
In a show of confidence, he placed his hands behind his back and replied softly, “This is only the outer sect of the Myriad Demon Sect.
The inner sect is the true heart of our sect, where geniuses gather, and experts roam freely.
The Saint Mountain is nearby, and from time to time, its experts come down to impart knowledge.
“That place is thousands of miles from here.
You can only enter after passing the inner sect assessment.” Finally understanding, Braydon nodded as Locke’s giant eagle descended and landed in front of a building.
Two hemp-clothed handymen rushed out, their faces lighting up with fawning smiles upon seeing Locke.
“Senior Brother Locke, why have you come to such a small place?” they asked.
“This is my brother, Lige Guay,” Locke said sternly.
“We’re here for the sect’s entrance ceremony.
Prepare a room—the best treatment is necessary.
No, give this year’s Sky No.
1 Room to my brother.” The handymen’s expressions shifted uneasily.
“Senior Brother Locke, the Sky No.
1 Room is reserved for the strongest rookies each year.
It’s against the rules to assign it like this…” Locke’s expression turned cold.
“Is Iddo Witzel behind this?” “Ah, Senior Brother Locke, what are you saying?” a skinny young man said, stepping out of the attic in a light-colored robe similar to Locke’s.
“I’m just following the rules.
Surely, you wouldn’t make things difficult for me?” “Iddo, I know your tricks,” Locke said with disdain.
“Selling the rooms for profit has been your specialty, hasn’t it?” “Senior Brother, you’ve misunderstood me!” Iddo protested.
“Who told you that?
I’d like to confront them face-to-face.
This is damaging to our brotherly relationship!” Locke sneered.
“You’ll give me the Sky No.
1 Room, or I’ll bring this matter to the elder of Law Enforcement.” At that moment, a mocking voice interrupted.
“What an imposing manner,” it said.
“As expected of the head outer disciple of the Myriad Demon Sect.
Truly awe-inspiring.” The voice belonged to a young man with a feminine face, accompanied by another with a servile expression.
“Samantha Wolken, don’t stir up trouble,” Locke warned.
“Still sore from the beating I gave you last time?” “Locke, my name is Sam Wolken!” he snapped.
“If I hadn’t been careless last time, you wouldn’t have defeated me.
And who does this person think he is, trying to stay in the Sky No.
1 Room?” Locke glanced at Braydon.
“What do you think?
Want to prove him wrong?” Braydon sighed.
“Are you sure about this?” Sam smirked.
“Not only a competition—make it a life-and-death duel.
No retreat until one of us dies.” The challenge attracted a crowd of curious servant disciples.
“This must be Locke and Senior Brother Sam,” someone whispered.
“Looks like we’re in for a good show.” Despite the tension, Braydon’s pale face held a calm smile that sent chills down spines.
“Let’s begin,” Braydon said, stepping forward.
Sam urged his companion.
“Kill him, and your future in the sect is guaranteed!” But in a soft, eerie voice, Braydon replied, “Since this is a life-and-death match, I can only apologize.” Moments later, his words were met with a chilling scream: “No!”