The old man smiled at Nightin awkwardly as he remained at a lost for words. The arm of his holding the staff was already covered in cold sweat as he only had one way out of this scenario.
"Young fella, were you the one who chose a luck stone just now?" If he doesn"t initiate a conversation here, things would definitely go out of hand. Left with no choice, he could only place his pride aside and ask Nightin a question in which the answer was obvious.
He would be lowering his stance to be asking a youth politely, but he has to do so in order to avoid the consequences, from his higher ups.
Nightin nodded as he shrugged his shoulders, it was simple for him to choose the best luck stone. The only reason he"s even replying the old man right now is for the promised reward.
With his Samsara Law, even illusions won"t aren"t able to deceive him, not to mention a mere concealing array.
The old man scanned around the third floor and realised that even though there are much fewer cultivators here compared to the other floors, it still wouldn"t be a wise decision to have the discussion here.
The old man took out his hand and whispered to Nightin softly "The name"s Voyager Harward, please follow me as we hold our conversation somewhere else alongside your promised reward."
Nightin was a smart person and immediately understood Harvard"s intention, deep down he was thinking to himself that Harvard isn"t simple.
Nightin shrugged his shoulders while taking another bite of his apple, signalling with his hand for Harward to lead the way. Even though he doesn"t want to waste time here, he wanted his reward and thus had to comply.
Harward shook his head as he started to think if it"s because he"s behind times, or is it just this youth who he can"t see true at all. Be it his aura or behavior, it has a sense of maturity far beyond his years.
Harward brought Nightin all the way up to the fourth floor which was currently desolated. There were few Martial Kings in this world after all, it wouldn"t be weird for this place to be quiet without a single soul around.
Only thirty two gla.s.s casings could be seen here, every treasure here is protected by a cube shaped protective layer of gla.s.s which can only be destroyed by Martial Saints. Every treasure here could bring storms and cause great slaughter as countless cultivators fight for them.
Even in the upper realm, everything here will still cause even those Martial Emperors to go on a frenzy just to obtain them, yet they"re being sold by the Voyager harbour. Even so, no one could muster up the courage to commit theft against them. It means absolute yet painful death without a single chance of survival or escape.
Even in the upper realm, there"s no cultivator who"s capable of defeating Seven Martial Saints alone while taking on the whole world excluding the Martial Saints as their enemies.
This gave the Seven Martial Saints their nickname "Seven Snowy Ravens".
Everyone knows that the Seven Snowy Ravens aren"t only well known for their strength, they were also recognised for their astounding prophecy and insight skills. Many cultivators were willing to pay an arm and an leg just to have their future foretold to them.
Harward observed every area of the fourth floor, yet he still felt that something was off. Signalling for Nightin to follow him by raising his hand, he turned towards the counter and took out a talisman from somewhere.
Harward could tell that Nightin was shocked and laughed "You"ve never seen a talisman before right?"
Nightin rolled his eyeb.a.l.l.s as he replied the old man"s question "I"ve seen one before. I"m more surprised that the Voyager harbour would actually have such a precious talisman though."
Though it may have seemed like a simple reply for Nightin, it actually sent ripples of shock into Harvard"s heart. A youth like him has seen a talisman before, one has to know that talismans are extremely rare. Even some Martial Emperors would not have one of them.
A information sealing array which can even conceal its presence a against Martial Emperor, it"s the perfect way to have a concealed talk which shouldn"t be eavesdropped by others.
Soon, Nightin and Harvard sat down on the opposite chairs. The room had nothing else besides them, even the formalities of a table and tea were dropped.
Nightin could sense the direction where this conversation is going which made him serious about this for once.
Nightin paused his gaze at the talisman array surrounding them before posing a question which Harvard has never expected "What do I get for helping you out?"
Harvard being someone who has lived for thousands of years, he has seen too many types of people in this lifetime of his. Yet it"s his first time seeing someone behave like Nightin, especially when he"s just a youth who is probably only around fifteen or sixteen.
Even if there are arrogant people out there, they would at least ask about the request first before asking for the reward, after a short moment of pondering. The only ones who have the guts to request for the rewards immediately are all those peak experts with absolute confidence to clear the request.
Yet, this is coming from the adolescent in front of him...
Harvard calmed down the racing thoughts and hypothesis going on in his mind as he decided to stop beating around the bush. "Young fella Nightin, I"m sure that you know what I want to ask for. As such, I"ll be cutting straight to the chase."
Harvard took out what seemed like a trinket before taking out a small vial which contained a drip of blood. Opening the tiny bottle carefully, he poured the drop of red onto the trinket.
The trinket glowed and released a colour of deep oceanic blue. Just the pressure from the trinket alone made Nightin felt like his life was in danger.
A man gradually appeared in front of him, a visual effect of him to be exact. It was against the rules of this world for Martial Saints to descend upon the lower realm, even Martial Emperors must seek the permission from the Moonlight Hall to come down.
The man wasn"t a old fogey as Nightin had expected, but a youth who"s probably around his early twenties. A cultivator can hide his or her appearance, but definitely not the age of the skeletal structure of blood flowing within the body.
The young man had a sabre beside him as he gave off the aura of someone who has advanced a far distance in the path of sabres. Nightin could feel that this man, was at least a Martial Emperor already despite the extremely young age.
The young man fixated his gaze on Nightin as his initial face of expectation, ended up changing into one of disappointment.
Opening his mouth to speak up, he told this to Nightin "I"m not sure what methods you used to overcome the barrier which I"ve placed on that particular luck stone, but to think that you"re only a Martial Spirit at the age of sixteen."
Nightin smirked as he questioned back "I don"t think that my cultivation or anything has to do with you, if you really think that my talent is low, why don"t you try this?"
Nightin only released out his Samsara intent, it wouldn"t be beneficial for him if others were to know that he has the qualifications to rewrite the records of history and begin a new era.
Astonishment could be seen in the eyes of the young man, even he himself had only cultivated a Holy law and that was his limit.
The young man coughed as he started to introduce himself, this time with a respectful and formal tone "I"m the young master of the Voyages clan and the name is Heather Voyager. On behalf of my father today, I"m here to invite you to join our Voyager clan as we aspire for even greater heights."
Heather made it sound like as though as if joining his family was the only path ahead for Nightin, but never will he know that Nightin will be the reason he manages to leave this world one day.
Nightin calmly replied without any hesitation as he said in a calm voice void of emotions "I reject your offer."
Heather at this time initially thought that Nightin would approve as he said "Not bad, you still have hope." But when he thought about it carefully, he swore that he heard Nightin rejecting his offer and thus asked again, in a stern voice "What did you just say!"
Nightin repeated himself in a more polite manner as he replied "I appreciate the Voyager clan for thinking so highly of me, but I"m unable to join you guys due to personal reasons."
Heather was fuming with rage at this time as his chest started to heave up and down. Ever since he was young, things had always been going his way. He has never been pushed away by others, how could he tolerate it when Nightin who was just an ant to him was pus.h.i.+ng his limits.
Raising his sabre up, he attempted to slash Nightin witbout any signs or warning, it was obvious that he wasn"t planning to hold back in the slightest.
Right when Heater was about to forcibly destroy the barrier, the mature voice of a woman sounded out and stopped him.