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The bright afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, forming golden beams that illuminated the room.
Xiar, Baron Bougiano, and Marcus stood in the room, with the other two looking at him in confusion, unsure of what shocking secret he was about to reveal.
“Uncle Marcus, please calm down.”
Xiar smiled slightly and wasted no time, directly commanding Firefly to launch an attack.
As his order was given, a faint purple hue appeared in Firefly's eyes.
Marcus, who had seemed relaxed yet extremely vigilant, suddenly fell under the spell, standing there like a wooden puppet as Xiar placed his sword against his neck.
“Get away from me!” Marcus shouted as if awakening from a dream. His eyes regained clarity, but as he moved forward slightly, the sharp blade instantly cut into his skin, leaving a shallow wound.
In disbelief, he pushed the sword away and touched the injury on his neck, looking at Xiar with an expression of utter unfamiliarity, as if something within him had been completely shattered.
Xiar and Baron exchanged glances while the white fox quietly rested on Xiar's shoulder, as if the earlier attack had merely been an illusion.
“I never expected you truly possessed such power!” Baron stood straight, his wine-red hair shining under the sunlight, his rugged face filled with complexity.
“Father, the meteor earlier was caused by a Spirit Master engaging in battle, resulting in such terrifying destructive power. Uncle Niu is a Spirit Master—a formidable being capable of easily destroying cities. I have become a Spirit Master by following him…”
Xiar explained everything after some embellishment, half-truthfully revealing his identity to them.
He needed their assistance for the next course of action; otherwise, relying solely on himself would waste a significant amount of time. Thus, he fully disclosed his identity as a Spirit Master.
What he needed most right now was time.
Marcus stood aside, still bewildered by what had just happened. He felt as though the fox's eyes were an endless whirlpool that sucked him in, plunging him into a state of unconsciousness.
It wasn't until he struggled desperately that he finally broke free from it, drenched in cold sweat.
This ability was unlike anything he had ever seen; even someone as battle-hardened as him had no means of resistance against it.
If they truly wanted to kill him, his head would have already rolled!
“Father, do you know about the existence of Spirit Masters?” Xiar looked at him in surprise, not expecting that a rural Lord would be aware of such a hidden existence.
Sigh!
Baron Bougiano let out a deep sigh, his face etched with weariness and helplessness. He turned to gaze at the light spots on the ground and softly said, “My father was killed by a Spirit Master. Otherwise, how could a dignified Ultimate Warrior succumb so easily to illness?”
A memory surged in Xiar's mind—a burly man who once possessed terrifying strength, enough to command respect even from the Storm Harbor Lord. Yet, that man fell ill when Xiar was just five years old and never rose again... It turned out he had been slain by a Spirit Master!
“It was only later that I learned about the existence of Spirit Masters and relentlessly pursued this knowledge. I even offered up most of my family’s wealth to seek apprenticeship. Unfortunately, my talent was insufficient; they accepted my treasures but did not teach me.”
This was the first time in his life that Baron Bougiano displayed such a look of helplessness, as if he were an abandoned child.
Previously, the Baron had always been a stern and serious nobleman, instilling fear in Xiar to the point where he hardly dared to breathe. The Baron seemed like an insurmountable mountain, leaving Xiar only able to gaze at his back.
Yet now, the man appeared so vulnerable, even trembling slightly.
“I can’t help it; I don’t understand these matters either. Thankfully, your grandfather revealed the truth of this world to me. It turns out that even the most powerful warriors are utterly fragile before those people.”
Baron Bougiano turned around, his gaze piercing as he looked at Xiar. The intensity in his eyes felt almost unbearable.
“Xiar, I never expected you would come into contact with the truth of this world and become one of those people. Go ahead without worry; the entire family will support you. Whatever you need, just ask!”
“I know that Spirit Masters require a vast amount of gems and materials. That’s why I haven’t sold any of the gems I collected earlier; not even during the hardest times did I part with them. I hoped that someday a descendant would become one of those people!”
“Xiar, I don’t expect you to go far or repay me in any way. I only hope you can grasp the truth of this world rather than live like those ignorant commoners, spending their lives in darkness like pitiful ants!”
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After leaving the two men, Xiar suddenly felt a heavy pressure but also warmth in his heart; for the first time, he truly regarded the Baron as a father.
This man seemed stern but held expectations for him that were no different from those of his parents in his previous life—hoping for their child to succeed and providing them with the best resources to help them go further and live better.
It wasn’t about wanting their children to lead wealthy lives; it was all selfless giving without seeking anything in return that made it all the more pressuring.
Then, Xiar received dozens of gems from him, worth tens of thousands of gold coins!
Rubies, Yellow Gemstones, Sapphires, and even two colorful gems that could enhance the elemental abilities of totems were laid out before him.
The other party had given him the family’s reserve funds, and these gems were enough to raise the success rate of the totem's evolution to over 50%. This assistance was invaluable.
"Very well, I must seize the time to grow stronger. I need to attain the strength of a Third-Level Spirit Master within two months, at any cost!" Xiar gazed at the box of sparkling gems, his eyes showing no signs of infatuation, only a hint of urgency.
Three months later, the Barbarians would invade. However, knowing the future, he understood that these savages were being driven by several powerful Spirit Masters, forced into a large-scale invasion for their survival.
Among those Spirit Masters, the strongest was only at Third Rank. As long as he achieved Third Rank himself, he could even possess a group of Ultimate Evolution Bodies.
With that, he alone could completely crush the Barbarian Army.
In reality, in previous battles, the main forces on both sides were Spirit Masters.
The armies merely played a supporting role; if one side's Spirit Master was defeated, the other would immediately concede or even surrender on the spot, despite having an absolute advantage in numbers!
Thus, history is not short of accounts where weaker forces triumphed over stronger ones or smaller numbers overcame larger ones; these victories often stemmed from the defeat of a Spirit Master that forced surrender.
Otherwise, a single Ultimate Evolution Totem Beast would be enough to annihilate an entire army!
The Ultimate Evolution Body is also known as Legion Level because it truly has the capability to single-handedly destroy a legion!
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