School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 121 --Handing Over the Heart of the Ocean
Tears misted in Erin’s eyes as she spoke with a crying voice, "Master, I thought you couldn’t make it out."
Owen comforted her, "It’s alright, see? I came out just fine."
Erin just clung tightly to Owen, saying nothing more.
Phyllis and other members of the sea race also arrived.
Owen noticed Phyllis’s peculiar expression and the masters of the sea race with playful looks on their faces, their lips moving but no words coming out.
Barlo coughed: "Alright, let’s leave Heartstealer Island first."
Only then did Erin, her face flushed, step away from Owen’s embrace.
Leaving Heartstealer Island required some distance, and a special teleportation array was set up to transport everyone out.
Owen used this opportunity to open his panel and check his status.
[Host: Owen Douglas]
[Age: 17]
[Race: Dragon]
[Bloodline: Divine Gold Dragon] 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
[Realm: Master-tier]
[Weapons: Sunforged Tree (Epic), Heart of Honor (Legendary), Seastar Trident (Legendary Tag Weapon), Heart of the Ocean (Semi-divine artifact)]
[Strength: 13982, Constitution: 23345, Speed: 6978, HP: 15834]
[Skills: Emerald Eye, Thunder Resonance (forbidden technique), Bloodline Arcana·Sacred Pure Radiance, Thunder-based Spell·Thunder God’s Blade Call, Soul-Tethered Bond (Incomplete Scroll, unlearned)]
(Only key skills are displayed in subsequent skill columns.)
[Special Ability: Prophecy]
[Fate Points: 4934]
[Prophecy: Level 3. The host can foresee events occurring within the next 7 seconds from the moment this skill is activated, and can alter certain outcomes. This skill can be upgraded; the next level requires 10000 fate points. Cooldown: Three days.]
Owen let out a long, inward sigh.
This adventure had certainly brought him tremendous gains.
Firstly, his cultivation level had broken through to the master-tier.
Apart from speed, all his stats had surpassed the ten-thousand mark, a fundamental transformation.
Even his constitution had exceeded his HP, indicating that as long as Owen wasn’t dead, his body could continuously recover, possibly even faster than the rate at which his HP depleted.
This defied all logic.
Owen’s only guess was that this might be related to the Heart of the Ocean, although he hadn’t had the time to study it thoroughly yet.
Next, his fate points had increased significantly.
The journey through Gosa Waters had stained Owen’s hands with blood, and the majority of his fate points came from Quincy and the Spectral Shadow Fiend.
The next breakthrough in the [Prophecy] skill now seemed within reach.
Indeed, venturing out was necessary; staying at the Grand Magus Academy would have hindered his cultivation.
Another point of interest was the Soul-Tethered Bond.
The skill had lost its effectiveness, but the remnants of it still lingered in his mind.
If he could complete its restoration, he would gain access to a secret technique inherited from a Demon.
The potential of Soul-Tethered Bond, which Owen had experienced firsthand, was something he coveted.
If mastered, it would be an additional lifesaver.
However, such things required fate and couldn’t be forced.
Feeling good about his progress, Owen smiled – he had grown stronger.
The group quickly passed through the teleportation array, and Godwin, along with other members of the sea race, gathered around.
The center of attention was a female standing next to Godwin.
She bore a striking resemblance to Phyllis but exuded a more mature charm, a charm that was like a deadly poison, mesmerizing the trio.
Barlo’s face lit up with a smile: "Mileen, you’ve grown even more beautiful. It’s been over a hundred years since we last met, hasn’t it?"
Mileen’s long eyelashes fluttered as she responded coolly, "Barlo, your unannounced entry into Gosa Waters, is that a declaration of war against our sea race?"
Unperturbed, Barlo laughed heartily: "Mileen, you say your name is so sweet, yet your temperament is as cold as ice. You weren’t like this when I first met you."
"Shut up," Mileen’s face was covered with a thin layer of frost as she rebuked sharply.
Being scolded by a beauty seemed to be a kind of enjoyment for Barlo.
He crossed his hands behind his head, wearing an ambiguous smile on his face.
Mileen could hardly tolerate Barlo’s cheekiness.
A grandmaster of dragons, behaving like a teenager – who could stand it?
Phyllis stepped forward, bowed slightly to Mileen, then whispered something inaudible.
Godwin’s face changed dramatically: "Stanbeck is dead?"
The members of the Neptune race behind him filled with sorrow and anger.
Stanbeck was a prodigy of the Neptune race, even considered a future pillar of their race for a thousand years.
His death on Heartstealer Island was unbearable for them.
Members of the Neptune race were easy to recognize.
Like the Merfolk, they were an advanced race with few fish-like features in human form, except for the gill-like shiny patterns beside their cheeks.
Most other sea races in human form retained more fish-like characteristics.
Phyllis continued speaking, bubbles constantly emerging from her mouth.
Owen had no idea how they communicated, but the expressions on Godwin and Mileen’s faces were quite telling.
At crucial points in the conversation, the two grandmasters of the sea race kept glancing at Owen.
Barlo, growing impatient, waved his hand to interrupt: "If you want to whisper secrets, go elsewhere. I’m taking the saint of our race and leaving now."
Godwin and Mileen exchanged glances.
Godwin stepped forward with a warm smile: "Grandmaster Barlo, it’s not often you visit the sea race. Why not rest here for a few days and experience our culture and hospitality?"
Barlo glanced at Owen, who felt a sense of alarm and subtly shook his head.
The Heart of the Ocean was still in his possession.
It was better to take it away first; staying in Gosa Waters could lead to unforeseen complications.
Barlo scoffed with laughter: "What’s so interesting about your sea race that I don’t know? I won’t disturb you. It looks like you’ve suffered quite a loss at Heartstealer Island, so you better attend to what needs to be done."
Godwin’s face darkened, his tone growing firmer: "Grandmaster Barlo, at least stay for a meal before you leave."
"I won’t eat," Barlo retorted, widening his eyes, "Since when does the sea race force guests to stay for meals? Over a hundred years ago, when I was in your realm, you didn’t force me to stay for a meal, did you?"
Godwin almost spat out blood.
Back then, Barlo, only at master-tier, had caused upheaval in the sea race, stealing the Frost Spirit Water and nearly causing the sea race elders to vomit blood in anger.
Now, it was Owen who had taken the Heart of the Ocean, a situation the sea race could hardly swallow.
Mileen’s expression softened slightly, but her words remained icy, as if someone owed her millions: "Barlo, we both should understand the reason behind this. If you plan to leave like this, it’s definitely not acceptable. We need to set a plan before you can go."
Barlo furrowed his brows, and astonishingly, ice began to form around him.
This was the ten-thousand-meter deep sea, filled with Hydro elements, making the execution of Cryo spells difficult.
Barlo’s power was evident from this.
"Threatening me? The sea race has quite the nerve," he remarked.
The ice around Barlo, like serpents, extended towards Mileen.
Mileen, with her slender fingers, caught the edge of an ice piece and lightly snapped it: "Barlo, do you remember the promise you made when you took the Frost Spirit Water?"
Barlo’s breath hitched, and the ice around him rapidly melted, bubbling up: "What do you mean? I don’t understand."
"When you took the Frost Spirit Water, our elders said it counted as a favor owed to the sea race. Now, it’s time to repay that favor."
Mileen sighed inwardly; if the sea race weren’t so weakened, they wouldn’t have to resort to such roundabout methods.
Barlo, always the lively and carefree one, was also known for his integrity.
This trait was why he could stir up storms in Novalia and yet remain unscathed.
He had antagonized some races but also befriended many.
This characteristic made him quite influential in Novalia.
After all, who wouldn’t want a grandmaster of dragons as a friend?
Barlo’s demeanor softened slightly, muttering, "What can I do?"
"Have Owen hand over the Heart of the Ocean," Godwin boldly suggested.
Owen’s eyes narrowed, his fingers tapping on his thigh.
Barlo quickly shook his head: "Are you mad? The saint is the saint, and I am me. How can I repay my debt with the saint’s possession?"
At the time of acquiring the Frost Spirit Water, Barlo was determined to obtain it.
However, without the sea race allowing him to participate in their challenge, he wouldn’t have been eligible.
Thus, he indeed owed them a favor.
The sea race initially wanted to make a profit without any investment, but who would have thought that under the ten-thousand-meter deep sea, a dragon would defeat a multitude of sea race prodigies and ultimately obtain the Frost Spirit Water?
Godwin, yearning for the Heart of the Ocean, pressed on: "Barlo, are you planning to renege on your promise? If you do so, how will your friends view you? Isn’t it simple for you to ask Owen to hand over the Heart of the Ocean?"
Barlo found himself in a dilemma.
Yet, Owen opened his mouth and spat out the Heart of the Ocean.
The Heart of the Ocean was a flawless, round, blue sphere, resembling a glass bead.
As soon as it appeared, the vitality around it surged noticeably.
