Chapter 449 - 125: Wind Language Town (Part 2)

In the Dragon’s Legacy, both the super-sized planes and the most powerful prime material plane of the Star Realm are classified as high-energy planes, distinct from small, medium, and large planes.

They are called high-energy planes for two reasons: one, super-sized planes and prime material planes can accommodate the Divine Spirit’s true form.

Secondly, because these planes have already birthed high-tier plane wills similar to the Star Realm Will and Abyssal Will; although, in terms of greatness and vastness, the latter is far inferior to the former two, barely considered a newly evolved infant, whereas the former two have evolved to the ultimate form.

Under the influence of high-tier plane wills, super-sized planes and prime material planes often possess rules different from ordinary planes.

Just as the Star Realm has its operating rules, the Abyss also has independent rules outside the Star Realm, and super-sized planes and prime material planes with high-tier plane wills have rules unique to their planes.

Under the rules set by the high-tier plane wills, the Abyssal Will and Star Realm Will will actively make way.

In this line of reasoning, one of the rules of this unknown world is clear, which is the rule of supernatural inertia.

"No, perhaps it’s only inertia concerning spiritual power; other extraordinary power may not all be prohibited," Udi suddenly squinted his dragon eyes.

However, all of this requires patient waiting, waiting until the starry sky meteorite iron enclosing the Reversed Scale completely falls, and after the consciousness within the Reversed Scale awakens, then exploring the detailed rules of this world.

After understanding all this, Udi was no longer in a hurry; he closed his dragon eyes and began working on the magic proficiency and martial arts proficiency he just learned, as well as accepting the power of the Void Followers after death, and the power enhanced by the Banquet...

Although the pace at which his strength increased was slow... Of course, this was slow for Udi; after all, he reached below high-tier legendary in just thirty years. To the strong of the Star Realm, the pace at which his strength increased is still astoundingly fast now.

Because most of his strength comes from the power of the Void Followers, Udi felt that the enhancement brought by the Banquet was too little.

Once a month, twelve times a year, the enhancements brought are not as much as when Udi devours tens of thousands of mid to high-level Void Followers in one go.

But this is normal.

Now, as Udi reaches the Legendary Fifth Tier, the strength he possesses barely crosses the threshold of high-tier legendary, yet the Banquet layers are only about four hundred.

According to Udi’s own estimation, without the enhancement brought by devouring Void Followers’ power, he would need to stack the Banquet layers to at least one or two thousand to have his current strength.

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"Have you heard? Today a major figure from the Royal Capital is coming to our town!"

"...Don’t joke around, Ah Qi. How could a prominent figure from the capital come to our backward Wind Language Town?"

The two fifteen or sixteen-year-old lads murmured.

Blue-haired Ah Qi rolled his eyes at his partner’s response and said, "Bart, have you ground wheat silly? Don’t you know, in the middle of the night, a meteorite fell outside our town... such a big commotion, you didn’t hear it?"

The brown-haired boy named Bart scratched the back of his head and laughed foolishly, "In the middle of the night, I was sleeping..."

"Then you have a really good sleep quality, such a big noise couldn’t wake you." Ah Qi said helplessly.

"So, Ah Qi, what does the meteorite have to do with a major figure from the Kingdom?" Bart asked.

Before Ah Qi could answer.

On the roadside, the sound of horse hooves rumbled, and two mighty chestnut horses pulled a somewhat luxurious carriage into the town, followed by a few carts carrying goods, driven by a dozen family servants silently.

As the carriage passed the two youths, Bart and Ah Qi quickly shut their mouths, too afraid to discuss further, stepping aside to keep their distance from such an out-of-place luxurious carriage in Wind Language Town, with awe and curiosity in their eyes.

Inside the carriage, a sixteen-year-old black-haired youth and an eighteen-year-old black-haired girl sat opposite each other.

"Sid, Sid," Cleia called out to her brother.

Sitting dazedly, Sid responded with an "Ah."

Cleia looked at her brother’s appearance, sighed inwardly, and felt a bit bitter.

Father and mother were caught in an unusual incident and died, leaving the entire Kagano family down to just her and her brother.

Nobles originally opposed to the Kagano family seized the opportunity to consume and divide the family’s estate. To protect themselves and prevent the Kagano family from disappearing, Cleia gritted her teeth, leading part of the family’s assets and those guards and maids who were willing to follow them to the remote Wind Language Town.

In Wind Language Town, there is an estate belonging to the Kagano family, mainly producing wheat bread and wheat wine as specialty goods.

When the Kagano family was thriving, the estate in such a remote place was trivial; but for the now fragmented Kagano family, this estate has become a refuge.

The bustling Royal Capital now cannot accommodate the siblings; staying there, they would sooner or later be greedily divided and devoured by those sharp-witted, obese nobles, leaving not a single gold dragon.

"Sister, do you think we can... return to the Royal Capital?" Sid suddenly asked.

Cleia was taken aback, opened her mouth, but felt speechless, her face turning into silence.

Seeing this, Sid couldn’t help but shed tears, crying out aloud,

"Father, mother..."

Sid was missing the days when father and mother were around.

Seeing her brother still so frail, Cleia sighed, reached out to hold him, patting his somewhat frail back to comfort him,

"We will surely return to the Royal Capital... But now, Sid, you must pull yourself together and revive the Kagano family."

Sid, who was sobbing in his sister’s arms, nodded vigorously.

At that moment, a shadow shot through the carriage, hitting Sid on the back.

Cleia’s reaction was swift, but she couldn’t dodge this sudden attack.

The Sid in her arms let out a painful grunt and fainted.

"...Sid!" Cleia was momentarily stunned, looking at the spot where the arrow was embedded near her brother’s spine, near the heart.

Seeing her brother’s weak breath, Cleia let out an angry low growl, carefully laid her brother down, then picking up a pale gold sword, rushed out.

Soon, the chaos outside quieted down.

Dozens of black-robed bodies lay haphazardly on the cobblestone road of Wind Language Town, streams of blood flowing, the scent of blood overwhelming.

Nearby, the Kagano family’s guards and maids looked on somewhat horrified.

"Don’t just stand there, go to the manor! Sid is hurt!" Cleia cried out in urgency and anger.

Upon hearing the young lady’s words, the guards and coachmen snapped back to reality, prompting the coachman to urge the carriage quickly toward the manor.

Cleia flashed back inside the carriage, stabilizing her unconscious brother’s body to prevent the swaying carriage from worsening his injury.

Soon, the luxurious carriage arrived at Kagano Manor, where the guards who arrived on horseback had already notified the manor’s physician.

"Quick, Sid is in the carriage, hurry!" Cleia lifted the carriage curtain, urging the physician standing at the manor’s door in a panic.

The physician quickly jogged onto the carriage, using various tools to treat Sid’s injuries, but soon his face turned pale and tremblingly said,

"Young master... young master is... poisoned."

Poisoned?

Cleia looked at Sid’s removed shirt, at the wound’s faintly black color, her heart trembled.