Damned Healer-Chapter 638: Inciting A Rebellion

After that clash, Darian calmly moved on, leaving the area and abandoning all the spectators in stunned silence. What they had witnessed was a display of arrogance and power far beyond their understanding.

When he was already far away, Tir's voice rang out calmly.

'Master, wouldn't it be easier to use a bit more power and kill her? Then we could take everything she has. If you captured her alive, you could even use the Sacred Treasure to read her memories.'

Darian replied evenly, 'Maybe. But we're not in that much of a hurry, and I feel like I wouldn't be able to kill her…'

'Seriously?' Tir couldn't believe it.

Darian nodded. Thankfully, he had extensive knowledge about cultivator weapons because of that book.

'Both the whip and the feather dress have spirits. Just like you, a spirit that controls an item has absolute control over it and can do terrifying things. If I really pushed her, she could force those items to self-detonate. Can you imagine the destructive power those two would release? Even I would have to defend myself and give her a few free seconds. Add to that the absurd luck a Primordial Chosen has, plus the other cards she chose not to use, and she had a real chance to escape. I don't want to risk losing those things, or your two sisters would be upset.'

Tir took a deep breath and understood. He really hadn't thought much of that woman, considering her too weak. But the truth was, the world was vast and full of traps. You really couldn't underestimate anyone.

If Darian went all out, there was a chance he'd lose those two items, burn a lot of energy, and still let that woman escape. Sure, the odds weren't that high, but there was no reason to take the risk.

*Crack!*

At that moment, a loud sound came from inside his inventory, making Darian tense up. He turned his senses inward.

Then Darian saw Awel holding one of the Gale-Enduring Heron's feathers. At that moment, a sea of wind runes rose around her, and it was faintly possible to glimpse a Heron flying among those runes.

"Master! I'm nurturing and awakening the spirit part inside the feathers. I've already forced it to submit to me. Now I'm giving it some benefits so it'll be completely loyal," Awel explained.

Those wind runes were coming from Awel herself. Now, that spirit was absorbing her wind power to strengthen itself, its aura growing more and more intense. The light of the feather shone brighter and brighter, like a phoenix being reborn.

The truth was, the Primordial Empire had never been able to fully satisfy its hunger. They could only provide low to mid-level wind runes. But Awel was one with the winds and gave it the most nourishing and pure runes that could exist.

At last, the spirit of the feather dress had an endless feast in front of it. Even so, Awel only gave it a small taste of what she could offer in the future.

"Why aren't you nurturing the other two feathers as well?" Eleri asked from the side.

Awel smiled. "So we don't draw too much attention. That'll make things easier. Master, just wait a little, then you'll be able to release them."

"Release them?" Darian tilted his head.

Awel laughed, a crafty glint in her eyes. "Hehe, that's right, release them. I'll make it look like they escaped on their own. The feathers will return to the dress, and then the spirit will be able to spread a bit of my energy to the other nine hundred and ninety-seven. It can communicate with the whip and the other things that the woman has. It'll tell them everything and incite a rebellion."

"Oh! You really are a little schemer. You're getting smarter and smarter. But aren't you afraid they won't come back?" Darian asked.

"Not at all. Honestly, they're pretty pathetic. Melva can barely satisfy their hunger. As a result, she can't release their full power. Eleri and I have exactly what they need right here, so why would they refuse? The only issue is that both Heron and the Egret were very proud figures, and the weapon spirits inherited that pride. They won't submit so easily. Still, I'm sure that in front of this tempting bait, they'll make the smartest choice," Awel replied, smiling sweetly like a little fox.

Darian nodded. That innocent little girl, who barely knew anything when he first met her, had grown tremendously. They had been together for several years, and Darian had taught her and told her everything he could, like a little sister.

Psychologically, Tir, Awel, and Eleri were already quite mature and experienced. The only strange thing was that those two refused to change their physical forms to look like adult women. Darian felt it had something to do with Niara, but he couldn't quite understand it. In the end, he chose to ignore it.

Without delay, Darian began reading the map of the place that Alaric had given him.

Everyone who arrived at Golden Sky Mountain during the second opening was always dropped in the same location. Because of that, Darian knew exactly where he was on the map.

That place would remain open for at most one year. After that, everyone would have to return to the entrance they came from.

He took a deep breath. Ailik and Ramel had at least one month where no one could disturb them, since that was the minimum time it took for powerful people to reach the central region, where the corpse was.

Darian could freely search for treasures and investigate everything during that period. After that, he would have to head to the center.

***

One week later.

In a mountain valley, two opposing forces were locked in an intense battle.

One side belonged to a mid-tier divine beast sect that lived on an island close to the center of the universe. There were more than five hundred of them, but they were completely surrounded.

On the other side, their opponents were humans, far fewer in number, not even three hundred. Even so, the mid-tier sect was clearly at a disadvantage. More than ten corpses were already scattered across the ground.

That mid-tier sect, in theory, didn't have weak strength. However, the opposing group was extremely powerful. They couldn't even break out of the encirclement.

"Surrender and hand over all your treasures. Otherwise, all of you will die," mocked a burly man on the opposing side. His arms were as thick as an ordinary person's leg.

"Damn it! What rotten luck! We just found a divine cave and got exposed!" one of the sect's disciples clenched his teeth in fury.

This was the inner region, but close to the border with the outer one. No one knew how many times this area had already been searched over the years.

There shouldn't have been any treasures left, but luck had been on their side. They ended up finding a collapsed mountain that exposed a natural cave. Inside, they discovered things buried from a battle long ago.

They then found many bone weapons and bone books. Most likely, a battalion of Demons had been brutally killed there. The weapons were so ancient that the spirits within them had long since faded away.

As for the bone books, they were written in characters no one recognized. Only after the disciples brought them back to the sect did their scholarly Elders manage to translate them, revealing their true value.

In any case, any ancient tome, whether purely historical or related to some ancestral technique, could be traded for an enormous price, enough to completely change their fate.

However, before they could even celebrate, they were discovered by that group of humans and surrounded. A fight broke out without a single word being spoken, and in the chaos, more than ten of them were killed. Only then did the attackers reveal their intentions.

"We have to hold on. I've already sent the distress signal. The Celsiel family will definitely come help if they receive it!" shouted a divine beast that looked like a golden leopard, doing everything it could to block the attacks coming from the front.

"Will anyone really come? Wasn't the Celsiel family already finished?"

"All we can do is protect these treasures. If no one comes, we'll have to hand everything over."

Even though the disciples of that sect fought with all they had, the gap in power between the two sides was enormous. Before long, more and more of them were being killed.

Fear took hold of everyone. In the past, they had fought many evil Nether Beasts and could show courage against them. But against ordinary people, they were shocked to realize that the techniques and tricks they had learned were rarely effective.

Still, they were a team, and as long as their leader didn't give the order, no one dared to surrender. So all they could do was grit their teeth and keep fighting.

"What a bunch of idiots! Since you all want to die, kill them all!" roared the big man, the leader of the opposing forces.

"As you wish." A lazy voice echoed from the sky.

"Who's there?!"

The burly man was startled. When he looked up, he saw a gigantic silver eagle appear in the sky. Standing on its head was a slim, handsome human, whose red eyes shone with a light that was both beautiful and terrifying.

"DARIAN...!"

He barely had time to finish shouting before Darian pointed a finger. A thin blade of wind shot out and blew the burly man's head apart.

He was the leader of the group, yet he was killed by a simple gesture of Darian's finger. As a result, the other humans were completely stunned, and the entire group fell into chaos.

Taking advantage of the confusion, the sect's disciples focused their attacks and broke through the encirclement.

They had barely moved forward when the ground began to expand. The earth split open, and countless spears suddenly shot upward.

"AHHH!"

Those humans didn't even understand what was happening before being brutally impaled. Many died without any mercy. Others began to flee in sheer panic.

The divine beasts felt that they had won, but out of the original five hundred-plus, only seventy or eighty remained, and many were injured.

The silver eagle beneath Darian's feet spread its wings and took flight. His voice echoed from afar.

"Kill them all. Don't leave a single one alive. At least do that as an apology to your fallen comrades."

Darian was already gone when his final words finally reached them.

"Kill them! Avenge our fallen brothers!" The leader of that group finally reacted and, with a furious howl, led the charge against the terrified enemies who were trying to flee.