King's Awakening-Chapter 772 - : Saint Commercial

Chapter 772 -772: Saint Commercial

“Saint, commerce!”

Entering Dao through commerce, that’s intriguing.

White Mitchell was somewhat surprised, but he didn’t worry too much, continuing on to the next chapter of a Saint’s experiences.

At the edge of the Nine States, in a quiet mountain village, lived a young man named White Mitchell. He has a handsome face and a gentle nature, always wearing a smile. Since he was young, he’s had an intense interest in medical skills, studied the family’s secret records diligently, used medicine as life, saw healing the sick and saving people as his duty.

One day, White Mitchell heard that there was a gravely ill person outside the village with a very bizarre ailiness that no one could cure. He immediately put down the medical books in his hand and rushed to the patient’s home. After diagnosing and contemplating, he prescribed a moderate-acting medicine that could directly target the root of the disease. After taking the prescribed medicine, the patient’s condition significantly improved.

This incident immediately made White Mitchell famous in the village. His superb medical skills made people convinced. However, White Mitchell was not satisfied with that, he knew that there is no end to medicine, to exhaustively study medicine, one needs to research in alchemy.

So, he began studying the Alchemy Technique. Starting from the most basic herbs, the process was arduous, but he was not discouraged, tried again and again, and improved over and over. Finally, he refined his first Elixir, although its quality was low, it had a significant effect.

White Mitchell’s Elixir was very popular in the village. He also got more herbs and began higher-level alchemy. During the process of refining the Elixir, he gradually understood the principle of the five elements supporting and controlling each other, and his elixirs became more and more refined.

However, the road of alchemy was not smooth. Once, he made an error in the process of refining an elixir, which led to the elixir exploding, waves of heat rolled, and he was almost burned to death. But he didn’t give up because of this, instead, he learned from failure and continued to study the Path of Alchemy.

The reputation of White Mitchell’s elixirs gradually spread, and his fame was also constantly expanding. But he never forgot his original intention and still insisted on healing and helping people with medicine and Elixir. His medical skills and alchemy technique were equally important, forming his unique Path of Medicine.

White Mitchell’s medical skills and alchemy skills were steadily increasing, and his fame was getting bigger and bigger. More and more people came to his home to seek medical treatment. However, White Mitchell was not satisfied. He wanted to delve deeper into medical technique and alchemy. He wanted to create a hitherto unknown cultivation path.

White Mitchell began to study refining the gods. Through meditation and comprehension of the Power of Heaven and Earth, he gradually mastered the power of the spirit. He could control objects with his thoughts, and even influence other people’s thinking. His strength was getting stronger and stronger, but he never abused this power and still insisted on saving people with medicine and Elixir.

When White Mitchell reached the state of refining soul, he could peek into the depths of a person’s soul. He could use his spiritual power to heal injuries, and he could also sense other people’s hearts. His abilities made him a Saint in people’s minds.

Just when White Mitchell was successful in his cultivation, invaders from other regions suddenly attacked. They were powerful, intending to conquer the Nine States. White Mitchell knew that this battle related to the future of the Human Clan, so he led a group of like-minded people to fight without hesitation.

White Mitchell is a healer, he entered Dao through medicine, through continuous cultivation and exploration, he became a legendary figure in the Nine States. Not only was he highly skilled in medicine, but he also pioneered a new path in cultivation.

One day, invaders from the outside suddenly attacked, with their strong power and unique skills, they quickly conquered most areas of the Nine States. White Mitchell knew that this war related to the future of the Human Clan, so he decisively led a group of like-minded people to resist.

White Mitchell and his group arrived at the invaders’ camp, where there were defeated human clan warriors everywhere. They wanted to rush in, but found themselves blocked by a strong energy.

“You humans are no match for us now!”, the leader of the invaders laughed heartily.

“Then let’s test your strength!” White Mitchell responded fiercely.

So, a fierce battle began between White Mitchell and the leader of the invaders.

The invading leader’s figure flashed, turning into a gale rushing towards White Mitchell. White Mitchell swiftly dodged the attack, simultaneously forming a seal with both hands and shot an energy wave at the enemy.

The other side laughed, waved the Magic Wand in his hand, unleashed a formidable energy wall to block White Mitchell’s attack. Then, he released another gale, blowing White Mitchell backward into a tumble.

White Mitchell steadied himself, mentally vigilant. He knew that he was facing a powerful enemy, and must give his all to win.

He took a deep breath, his hands forming seals, his body emanating a powerful energy. He muttered under his breath, and suddenly, an invisible protective shield appeared around him, guarding him within.

The leader of the invaders released another gust of wind, but it was blocked by White Mitchell’s shield. His face slightly changed, and he immediately intensified his attack. The gust of wind, like blades, sliced towards White Mitchell.

However, White Mitchell’s shield, like a solid wall, remained intact regardless of how fierce the opponent’s attacks were. He took advantage of this and launched several energy waves, forcing the enemy to back off continuously.

The leader of the invaders felt White Mitchell’s strength and couldn’t help but be wary. He knew he had to defeat this opponent as quickly as possible, or the consequences would be unthinkable.

He muttered a spell, and his magic wand radiated a powerful energy. Suddenly, his body became like a gas, disappearing into the air.

White Mitchell tensed. He knew this was the enemy’s invisibility technique and he had to stay highly alert. He closed his eyes, fully focusing on the air flowing around him, attempting to locate the enemy.

Suddenly, he sensed a slight fluctuation in the air. He immediately dodged backward, simultaneously releasing an energy wave which forced the enemy to reveal his shape.

The invader’s leader flickered, transforming again into a gust of wind that charged towards White Mitchell. White Mitchell, unruffled, formed seals with both hands and emanated a powerful energy. A massive energy wall appeared in front of him, blocking the enemy’s attack.

At the same time, he leapt forward, reaching the enemy instantly and landed a punch on his chest.

The leader of the invaders got knocked back a few steps, yet quickly stabilized himself without taking any damage. He sneered coldly, a cruel gleam flitting across his eyes. Swiftly he raised both hands, transforming them into blades of energy that aimed to cleave White Mitchell in half.

White Mitchell’s expression slightly changed, dodging the blade attack skillfully. His gaze remained unwavering, the energy inside him grew even more berserk. He swung his arms, releasing a torrent of wind that turned into two tornadoes, sweeping towards the leader of the invaders.

The face of the invader’s leader turned pale. He dodged desperately, but the force of the tornado was still too much for him. He got savagely swept up by the tornado, his body thrown uncontrollably against the wall. The wall instantly collapsed, bricks scattered, revealing a deep crack.

Seeing this, White Mitchell couldn’t help but smile slightly. He knew that the leader of the invaders was no ordinary foe, so he had to be completely eliminated to remove the threat. He watched the invader leader climb out of the debris, a ruthless gleam in his eyes.

The invader leader wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered contemptuously, “You’re not good enough. All you’re doing is causing pointless destruction.”

White Mitchell smiled slightly, a brilliance in his eyes, “To deal with you, I will use all my strength.”

He stomped his foot, and the ground instantly crumbled. A strong energy surged from beneath him and quickly spread out. The pupils of the invader leader contracted, feeling a powerful pressure. He quickly defended, but still couldn’t help but retreat a few steps.

White Mitchell took a step forward, his body quickly rotating, and instantaneously a spinning wall of energy formed in the air, encircling the leader of the invaders. The leader of the invaders angrily pushed, realizing that he couldn’t break through the energy wall.

White Mitchell sneered, his hands forming seals, and yelled, “Thousand Swords Art!”

Suddenly, countless sword-shaped energies burst out from all around him, shooting towards the leader of the invaders. The swords pierced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound. For a moment, the entire battlefield was enveloped by the Sword Qi.

A look of fear flashed across the invader leader’s eyes. He desperately dodged the swords’ attack but was still hit a few times, blood splattering from his back. He felt an intense pain from his wounds, his rage intensifying.

Seeing this, White Mitchell did not cease his attack. His eyes sparkled, his body kept on rotating, continuously launching fierce attacks on the leader of the invaders. The whispering Sword Qi flew around, its power unparalleled.

The leader of the invaders bit his lip, a cruel gleam in his eyes. He bellowed, and the energy inside him quickly gathered, forming a massive energy sphere in his palm.

White Mitchell frowned slightly, feeling the powerful energy fluctuation from the leader of the invaders. He realized his opponent’s attack was not to be underestimated. Just as he was about to respond, he suddenly sensed a dangerous aura.

Alarms were ringing in his heart as he quickly retreated, while a massive energy wave erupted from the palm of the invader’s leader. The energy wave was grandiose, carrying a violent whoosh sound, shattering the surrounding buildings, with the suspended lights all destroyed by the energy wave.

White Mitchell jumped up, barely dodging the energy wave using his superior movement technique. He landed on the ground with his robe torn, revealing robust muscles.

The light in the eyes of the invader’s leader flickered coldly as he sneered: “Finally, things are getting interesting.”

His figure blurred as he attacked White Mitchell once again. White showed no fear and clenched his fists, transforming into a figure as swift as lightning, unleashing overpowering attacks with every move.

As the two clashed, the force of their encounter ruptured the air around them. Their moves were like storms, and the offense and defense were brutal and intense. They ignored their surroundings entirely, their eyes filled only with the intent to fight and ferociousness.

White transformed into a streak of light, weaving around the invader’s leader, striking punches with his left hand and kicks with his right foot, launching continuous attacks. The invader’s leader retaliated, and the clash of energies made this round of fighting even more intense.

The energy weave erupted wildly, then wrapped around the two of them, causing the nearby buildings to fall apart, bricks and tiles scattering in the wind. The shattered ground was filled with the smell of dust and charred earth, presenting a scene of devastation.

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White’s figure moved like a ghost on the battlefield, his attacks almost perfect in precision, seizing every opportunity at the enemy’s weak spots. The invader’s leader was injured time and again, making frantic counter-attacks.

Flesh and blood flew in all directions, their fierce duel escalated. Scenes around seemed chaotic, with the earth seemingly trembling, horrid energy waves kept running wild.

In the intense battle, White Mitchell gradually found the invader’s leader’s weak spot. He showed a trace of ruthlessness through his eyebrows, taking advantage of a lapse in attack, he unleashed his ultimate move.

He moved his fingers quickly to create seals, his body transformed into a blur of light, swiftly merging into the body of the invader’s leader. The invader’s leader felt an immense sense of oppression, tried to break free from White’s hold in fear.

However, White was already standing in front of the invader’s leader, his fists bursting with dazzling radiance like meteorites. He punched the invader’s leader in the face fiercely.

With a loud bang, the invader’s leader roared, his body brutally sent flying against a distant wall. The wall collapsed instantly, bricks scattered, revealing a deep pit.

The power of White’s fist was astounding. It could bring down walls. The invader’s leader was fiercely thrust away, his body shooting across the sky like a meteor, leaving behind a bright trail.

The invader’s leader hit the ground hard, stirring up a cloud of dust. He struggled to get up, looked at White in astonishment, his eyes filled with confusion and fear. His talent and power, which he thought were close to being genius, seemed powerless against White. This was a situation he didn’t anticipate.

White stood in front of the invader’s leader, his eyes deep, his face devoid of any joy. He was an unparalleled master, cold at heart, fierce in execution, his aura commanding respect. He said nothing, only raised his fist again, striding towards the invader’s leader for another brutal blow.

The invader’s leader quickly reacted, realizing that continuing the fight would put him at a disadvantage. He hurried to dodge, but White’s attack was forceful, impossible to block. All he could do was take large strides to dodge White’s fists.

The two constantly dashed across the battlefield, moving swiftly. White was agile, his moves were unfaltering and precise, every punch, every kick, packed infinite strength. The invader’s leader, though fast to react, lacked White’s superior movement technique and skills. All he could do was to resist White’s attacks grittily, continuously forced to retreat.

The fluctuations in the fight became more and more intense, the surroundings seemed to tremble due to the immense power of their fight. Nearby trees were severed, the earth split open with deep cracks, dirt and rocks splattered.

The spectators were both excited and anxious as they witnessed the true strength of the two top fighters. White’s fists hit relentlessly, every attack had an overwhelming pressure, sending chills down the spine. The invader’s leader, though struggling and trying to resist, seemed more and more exhausted. His face gradually turning pale.

The invader’s leader suddenly let out a sharp cry, his inner strength exploded all at once. His body grew many times in size, his body was shrouded in a dark mist that transformed into a massive shadow. His eyes turned crimson, like a devil.

The power of the invader’s leader quickly escalated, preparing for a lethal attack. Behind him, a terrifying energy vortex appeared, spreading in all directions from him as the center, swallowing everything.

White’s face was solemn as he felt an explosive power emanating from the invader’s leader. He knew he had to end this battle quickly. Otherwise, if engulfed by the invader’s leader’s power, the consequences would be unimaginable.

White Mitchell made the decision to give it his all. He swung his fist again, creating a piercing whistling sound that tore through the void. His body spun rapidly, transforming into a beam of light, rapidly closing in on the invading leader.

Their collision sparked tremendous waves of energy. It was as if an explosion had erupted in the air, sending countless sparks flying in every direction. The surrounding trees collapsed instantly under the powerful impact, causing the ground to shake violently.

The invading leader roared in pain, but his strength was no match for White Mitchell’s. White Mitchell’s attacks were fierce and each move was terrifying and lethal. His body radiating a powerful light, he resembled a War God wreaking havoc.

White Mitchell’s fists struck with the speed of lightning, one blow following the next, with no pause for breath, much like a raging torrent. Each punch was infused with his intention and determination, channeling all his anger and hatred into each blow.

The invading leader was at the end of his rope, struggling to withstand White Mitchell’s attacks. However, no matter what he did, he could not withstand this devastating power. Anger and fear danced in his eyes, as he realized that he was facing the fate of death.

In the eyes of the onlookers, White Mitchell was like a god descending upon the world. The aura emanating from his body was so bright that people dare not look directly at him. His attacks were like the thunderbolts of a Heaven God, incomparably powerful. Each punch brought devastating damage, rendering the invading leader unable to fight back.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, with every second feeling excruciatingly long. White Mitchell’s body started to show signs of fatigue, his breath grew labored, but he had no intention of backing down. He knew that only by completely defeating the invading leader could he save his ravaged homeland.

The invader’s leader’s eyes were filled with despair. He had once been brimming with confidence, believing his power was unparalleled, capable of conquering everything. But now, in front of White Mitchell, he felt such an endless vulnerability. He realized that he was not invincible, he could not shake White Mitchell’s firm belief.

Suddenly, a mysterious wave of energy radiated from the body of the invading leader. White Mitchell’s eyes narrowed, sensing the irregularity of this energy, which carried a certain unknown power. The invading leader’s body began to change, his eyes turned blood-red, yielding a horrifying Dark Aura.

Alarms were sounding off in White Mitchell’s mind as he realized that the invading leader had lost his sanity, turning into an uncontrollable monster. He could sense the aura of death, this dark power, made him feel tremendous oppression and fear.

White Mitchell was determined not to hold back, he had to use his strongest power to completely obliterate this monster. Totally engrossed in the fight, he transformed his body into light and launched another attack on the invading leader.

This time, White Mitchell’s attack was even more ferocious and terrifying. His body, in high speed rotation, radiated strong energy waves. Each punch caused destructive damage. The energy collisions made heaven and earth shake, as if the void was about to be torn apart.

The invading leader let out an earth-shattering roar, his body morphing, transforming into a massive beast, wrapped in a dark aura. The power emanating from him threatened to overwhelm White Mitchell, but he was not intimidated, he resolutely faced this piece of darkness.

He delivered the final blow, a punch aimed directly at the leader’s heart. The energy wave from his fist destroyed the leader’s defenses, his fist penetrating his body, splattering blood on the earth.

The invading leader screamed, the dark energy began to dissipate. Despair and pain filled his eyes, he finally understood that his fate could no longer be reversed. White Mitchell continued to land blow after blow on his body, until the invading leader fell completely.

White Mitchell’s body had reached the point of exhaustion, he was experiencing an unprecedented feeling of fatigue. But he still bore a smile, knowing that he had successfully defended his homeland, vanquishing the invading leader.

After the battle, White Mitchell walked back to his home, it was the sanctuary for his soul. Viewing the destroyed trees and the earth, his heart was filled with pain and guilt. He understood that the harm caused by war was irreparable, and he was accountable for it.

White Mitchell decided to sheath his sword for good and not indulge in hatred and violence. Starting anew, he aimed to rebuild his hometown and make it more prosperous than ever before. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he was willing to make the effort, for his own peace and that of others.

In the days to come, White Mitchell led the people of his homeland to work together, enduring endless struggles and hardships, but never giving up. With love and courage, they built a beautiful city, breathing new life into it.

The legend of White Mitchell was recounted across the homeland. The people remembered everything he had done for their home, he became a hero. Using his strength, he fought for his fate, to the end, for freedom and peace.

In the end, remnants of the invaders or the dark forces were all vanquished by the love and courage of the homeland, with no chance of resurgence.

The story of White Mitchell will forever remain in the hearts of people, encouraging them to pursue justice and freedom. His brave deeds served as a lesson, reminding people to cherish peace and stand guard over freedom. He became an everlasting legend, lighting the path forward for everyone.