Chapter 742 - Realm 2

Chapter 742: Realm 2
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As time passed, the woman and her bodyguards went to a small restaurant to eat, but as there were only vegetarian dishes available, they had an unsatisfied look on their faces.
The sky gradually got dark and the street lights began to switch on.
The woman brought along her two bodyguards and casually walked towards the alley behind the temple.
They entered a relatively narrow alley, and there was no one inside. The three of them instantly changed from leisure and carefree to quick and speedy.
In just the blink of an eye, they took off their robes and the woman was wearing a tight-fitting undercoat beneath.

Let’s go!

The three of them scaled the walls of the temple like geckos, and with a leap, they disappeared into the other side of the temple wall.
But just behind them, two men in black slowly walked out of the dark alley. Both of them had blood red eyes and emitted an indescribably weird feeling.

That should be them. Let’s keep up with them.

The two men were the guards sent by the Blood Breeds. Because the Blood Breeds had way more connections than the Holy Fist Palace, even though they were not interested in the Sleepless Faces, they were able to find this piece of information from a mass of information that was as vast as the skies and sea, so they followed the Holy Fist Palace’s research team everywhere they went.
After the two blood breeds entered the palace, two slender figures appeared in the alley once again.
A handsome and mature-looking young man who wore glasses was no other than Caesar, and a middle-aged woman with a respectful look on her face was standing beside him.

The blood breeds have made a move,
Caesar looked in the direction the two blood breeds had gone towards.
Jean, we will follow the plan.


Yes, master,
the middle-aged woman bowed her head.
As the second heir to an ancient family in Europe, after Caesar had joined the Holy Fist Palace, he’d become the successor with the highest chance of inheriting his family’s power. He’d defeated the first heir using both direct and sneaky methods during this period of time, who was unable to retaliate. With the help of the Combat Club, Caesar gradually took control of the family’s hidden powers.

It is said that the Sleepless Faces have some kind of mysterious power, and it can strengthen one’s physical qualities. Perhaps we can intercept it and investigate it,
the middle-aged woman proposed.

There’s no need for that,
Caesar shook his head. As the heir of the family, he valued his responsibility as a member of the Holy Fist Palace, as it was the source of his power.
The mask is something that the Holy Fist master personally wants, so we cannot let anyone get it. As the master gets stronger, we, as the members of the Holy Fist Palace, will also be influenced to improve.

In fact, he was a little tempted, but after taking into account the risk of being found out, it was not worth risking the benefits that he was getting. Even if he got stronger by using the mask, was it possible for him to be stronger than the Holy Fist Master, Garen? The answer was obvious, and he might raise suspicion in the palace with his abnormal improvements. Most importantly, after so many years, Kabb from the Bailey Group had not been able to study anything from the mask that he had gotten. Therefore, it was unrealistic for him to think that he was able to study the mask in such a short period of time.

Okay, let’s follow the plan.


Yes.

The middle-aged woman replied in a low voice and began to send out secret signals on her phone.
Soon, a large number of people who were ready to ambush the Cassarne, the capital of Mount Roland, started to gradually make a move.
Hundreds of tourists sneakily moved in the direction of the Garlot Temple and surreptitiously surrounded the whole temple.
Then, they stopped moving and slowly waited for the moment when the Blood Breeds would leave the temple.
These tourists were elites from Caesar’s family that were trained by the Holy Fist Palace. Although they were not as powerful as the formal members of the Holy Fist Palace, they were still able to fight one-on-one against a vampire. However, the training that these people underwent were focused primarily on the Blood Breeds’ control over humans, along with some special classes to deal with high-speed rivals and specially crafted venom bullets. These poisonous bullets were invented by humans to specifically target the Blood Breeds’ constitution after the Holy Fist Palace festival. After optimizing the raw material formula, it formed a cost-effective poison against the Blood Breeds. Blood Breeds who were shot would have symptoms of weakness, and although it was not life-threatening, even an ordinary human could kill a weakened blood breed in a single blow.
After who knew how long….

There are here!!
suddenly, a deep voice was heard. It had an Austria German accent.
Cho cho cho cho…
In just a blink of an eye, there was a burst of raindrop-like silenced gunshots. Numerous poisonous bullets were fired into the night sky above the walls.
Right at this moment, two black shadows appeared, and they were the two Blood Breeds that had gone into the temple. Just as they appeared, countless bullets were fired in their direction and being unable to dodge the barrage, the duo fell to the ground from mid-air after being hit twice, as though they were deflated balloons.
Caesar waved his hand.

Bring them along and leave this place immediately!

The people who were previously hiding hurriedly rushed over to the two Blood Breeds, searched their bodies, put them into two sack bags and carried them away. They were extremely experienced.
Everyone including Caesar quickly left the place. The entire process had lasted less than a minute, showcasing their terrifying efficacy.
At the same time, at the main entrance of the temple, an old monk in a yellow robe slowly walked out of the main hall and walked towards the stupa behind from the side of the temple. He had a pious look on his face, and as he walked, he would put his palms together to greet the other resting monks.
Soon, he arrived before the stupa, then he put his palms together to greet the old monk guarding the stupa and walked into stupa as usual for inspection.
After walking quite a distance using the main route, there was no one around him. the old monk then gently reached his hands up and tore at his face, and he actually ripped off his whole face. A horrifying burnt face underneath was exposed, and shockingly, it was Dahm from the Holy Fist Palace, who should have been far away in the United States.
He looked at his surroundings, quickly locked onto a direction and walked towards the tarin. When he arrived in front of a seemingly deserted stupa, he groped and searched the ground. He opened a wooden cover and exposed a dark underground passage, and this was his reward for being in disguise for such a long period of time.
However, it seemed like someone had gotten here first as there were traces of people entering the passage.
However, Dahm did not panic. He took off his monk robe, put on a tight-fitting black suit and walked directly into the passage like a ghostly figure, pulling the wooden cover back, reverting it to how it used to look.
The seventh mask was definitely in this underground palace, and he knew that it would not be easy retrieving the mask.

Holy Fist Palace

The seventh mask should be similar to the sixth mask, and there should be a guardian,
Garen gentle stroked the sixth mask in his hand.
No matter how well we prepare, the lack of strength is a fact that we cannot hide.


Caesar and Dahm both went there openly and secretly, maybe they might succeed,
Tu Lan replied.
According to what the clan leader of Wellington would usually do, he will definitely send someone in advance to grab the other masks, so you be prepared.


They know about the other masks?
Garen asked.

Of course, the possibility is very high,
Tu Lan nodded.
The two of them were sitting face to face at the restaurant for dinner. Small meat patties covered in a black sauce were stacked together and a fragrant sauce had been poured on top. The dish emitted the savory aroma of minced meat, tender lamb chops, steak, mushroom soup, and sweet trout with truffle. A variety of dishes were placed in front of them, but only Tu Lan was eating happily; Garen did not have much appetite.

Now that Dahm has managed to get into the underground palace, if things go without a hitch, he should be able to get the mask. He just needs to be alert about the Blood Breeds,
Garen said, frowning.
Recently, he’d practiced the Holy Phoenix Scriptures and his progress was quite good when combined with the Demonic Book. The Holy Phoenix Scriptures were actually a type of reality, divided into three layers and nine small realms, and each realm corresponded to a type of spiritual form. Or perhaps, it could be described as an imaginary platform that allows one’s spiritual energy to transform and form powerful images.
The true meaning of the Holy Phoenix had played a significant role in the formation of his soul seeds.
According to his estimation, as long as he reached the second layer of the Holy Phoenix Scriptures, he would be able to completely gather his soul seed. However, this way of practice was totally different from his previous secret techniques.
The most crucial part of the Holy Phoenix reality practice was to know the true meaning behind it. There would be an image of a strange living creature in each realm, and in order to proceed to the next realm, he needed to completely visualize it. After successfully visualizing it, he could then transform his spiritual energy into the same powerful creatures in a spiritual battle, and attack his opponents with a powerful force.
But as his visualization gradually deepened, Garen vaguely felt as though there was a line connected to his body, and this line had appeared due to practicing the Holy Phoenix Scriptures.
He had a feeling that the true meaning of the Holy Phoenix might be related to the Mother Stream.
And Black Sethe agreed.
It was obvious that the true meaning of the Holy Phoenix used a training method of separating one’s spirit from their physical body, which was a purely civilized spiritual method. Therefore, it was no surprise that they created a large machine such as the Buddha Mother because their physical qualities might be far weaker than their spiritual development.
In other words, they used foreign objects to make up for their own lack of physical and combat strength. This was purely a spiritual energy training.
As for the source of the Mother Stream, it was the greatest miracle stream that acted as a natural storage of spiritual energy. From what Black Sethe speculated, the Holy Phoenix Scriptures and the Buddha Mother might be the same as him. They were the survivors of the Mother Stream and entered into this world. Or perhaps they have lost their way and made it here.
‘In this world, you might never find enough resources to break through to the army level. Even if you reach the second level of the soul seed, without the full development of your body and unless you are spiritually strong enough to reach the level of true soul, you will never be able to withstand Nadia’s gradually improving brute strength,’ Black Sethe said softly in Garen’s ear.

There are three levels to the soul seed. I have gone through the ordinary soul stage, and now I’m at the second soul seed level. How can it become a true soul?
Garen asked.