Chapter 2119: Myriad Demon Inner Sect Chapter 2119: Myriad Demon Inner Sect Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal followed Wilma Nilles to the First Peak.
After meeting with the elder of the First Peak, he wasn’t surprised at all when the elder mentioned that Braydon had killed the cold man.
“I think that’s normal.
That guy was just Labaron Inlow’s lackey.
He’s nothing in Labaron’s eyes, but he still arrogantly claimed to be Labaron’s trusted aide.
Furthermore, Labaron…” The elder glanced at Wilma mid-sentence and stopped speaking.
As Braydon and Wilma approached the teleportation array, the elder began nagging.
“When the two of you teleport, if you feel any discomfort, don’t move.
When teleporting, you pass through a space-time tunnel, which is very dangerous.
If you move recklessly and get sucked into the tunnel, you’re done for.” “Why are you so talkative today?” Wilma responded impatiently, nodding as he spoke.
“I’ve seen many people die during teleportation.
I just hope nothing happens to either of you,” the elder said with a helpless sigh.
Braydon replied softly, “Don’t worry.
We’ll be fine.” After speaking, he took Wilma by the hand and led her into the teleportation array.
As the array lit up, the two vanished instantly.
The teleportation process was an extraordinary experience.
The surroundings turned pitch-black, accompanied by an unsettling sensation of shaking.
Despite this, they couldn’t see anything.
“Braydon, why did you suddenly speak to him earlier?” Wilma’s curious voice broke the silence.
After a moment of thought, Braydon answered slowly, “Because that old man reminds me of my master.
No matter what you do, you should have a good attitude and show compassion.
In the end…” Before he could finish, a warm feeling spread as Wilma’s small hand clasped his.
“Alright, alright, it’s all in the past now.
Your master will surely bless you from above,” she said gently.
“Yes,” Braydon responded, his expression tinged with sadness, though he remained silent inside.
This master truly existed.
Despite using the alias “Braydon,” the person he was searching for was indeed real.
However, the other person hadn’t grown stronger after their sect was destroyed.
He was merely a pitiful disciple, sent away by his master to escape before the sect’s destruction.
From that moment, he wandered the martial world, dabbling in shady dealings, only to be assassinated and die in a small alley.
Braydon had heard the story from him firsthand.
At the time, Braydon had been on the brink of death and couldn’t save him.
Yet, the other man had seemed strangely at peace.
“Brother, I don’t know who you are, but can you do me a favor?” the man had asked urgently.
“I’m not asking you to save me.
Kill me, please.” “Why?” Braydon had asked.
“Don’t you want to live?” “I do,” the man replied, shaking his head.
“This world is beautiful.
If I could, I’d stay forever.
But it doesn’t seem to want me here.” At those words, Braydon had fallen silent.
“I can save your life,” he offered.
“No, I don’t need saving.
Just leave,” the man snapped angrily.
“It wasn’t easy for me… It wasn’t easy to see Master and the others one last time.
Second Senior Brother loved making osmanthus cakes.
Big Sister always stole Master’s chicken to make soup.
I… I really want to taste it again.” That night, the man died alone in the alley.
Afterward, Braydon took on the man’s identity, changing his appearance.
As a final act of gratitude, he returned the body to their mountain gate for burial.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared ahead.
The teleportation had ended, and Braydon and Wilma emerged.
“The two up there, where are you from?” A cheerful voice rang out.
A plump old man near the teleportation array addressed them.
“I’m Elder Wilma Nilles of the Ninth Peak.
I passed the inner sect assessment yesterday and have come to report today,” Wilma replied quickly.
“This is one of my people.” Hearing this, the plump old man nodded.
“So you’re the ones who completed the individual assessment yesterday.
First Elder informed me this morning that your residence will still be on the Ninth Peak.
However, given your current status, you’ll only be able to stay halfway up the mountain.” Wilma acknowledged this with a nod and walked off with Braydon.
The old man then glanced at Braydon with a smile.
“Young man, you’re not bad.
I admire you.” “Thank you for your kind words, Senior,” Braydon replied calmly, bowing slightly.
The old man waved it off.
“For someone who helped a level one transcendent pass the individual assessment, you have a bright future.” He deliberately emphasized the word “future,” his tone hinting at something.
Wilma, who had been composed, suddenly grabbed Braydon’s hand.
“Let’s not trouble Senior any further,” she said quickly, pulling him away toward the Ninth Peak.
As they departed, the old man muttered regretfully, “I wanted to offer him some opportunities, but oh well.” Flying swiftly through the air, Wilma fumed.
“Why is that old man so improper?
Can’t he see we’re holding hands?
He’s so frivolous!
If I weren’t in a good mood today, I’d have taught him a lesson!” Hearing this, Braydon chuckled and said, “That old man is at the peak of the sixth level of the transcendent realm.
He’s not far from reaching the seventh level.” “What?” Wilma’s expression froze.
“You’re telling me that old man was a sixth-level transcendent?
Why would someone like that work at a teleportation array?
Anyone who didn’t know better would think he’s a receptionist!” Braydon smiled but said nothing.
While he had begun to develop feelings for Wilma, he chose to maintain his image as a reserved widower.
The two soon approached a towering mountain peak.
Wilma’s expression remained calm—it was a familiar sight to her.
Meanwhile, Braydon studied it closely.
The mountain stretched high into the clouds, its summit teeming with birds and cranes.
Even from a distance, spiritual energy surged toward them like a wave.
This was the culmination of Braydon’s time hiding within the Myriad Demon Sect.
Finally, they had arrived in the inner sect.
Wilma and Braydon had successfully reached their destination.