Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1232

Darren had been immersed in his cultivation these past few days. The few Realm-upgrading Elixirs given to him by Akbar had proved effective.

It was beyond Darren's expectation that he would break through to a new level after he consumed the elixirs! Now, he had reached the upper-level of the Domain God Realm and felt that he was not far from the top-level of the Domain God Realm.

Excitement coursed through Darren, so much so that he felt restless.

It had just been about ten years since he entered the Primitive Wilderness. But, he had reached the upper-level of the Domain God Realm, and his strength was comparable to that of a warrior at the upper-level of the Star God Realm!

Over the past tens of thousands of years, no one had improved faster except the Rule Soul Avatar.

Of course, those Realm-upgrading Elixirs had contributed significantly to Darren's quick breakthrough.

After the upgrade in his realm, Darren went in search of Akbar.

"Akbar, give me the remaining Realm-upgrading Elixirs," Darren asked straightforwardly.

"What?" Akbar stared at Darren in disbelief. "Do you think they are sweets that you can have whenever you want? Be content with what I gave you, and don't be greedy. Even I don't consume them the way you have."

"So, you don't want to give them to me? Well, since you are mean, don't blame me for being mean later." Darren grinned as he teased Akbar.

"I'm not mean. I have only one left. As I have already given you several, this one is for my use.

How about this? I'll give you the formula for the Realm-upgrading Elixir. If you have the chance to visit the Immortal Land and get some herbs there, you can refine them yourself," Akbar said with a serious expression.

"But, I don't know how to refine elixirs," Darren replied with a shrug.

With a wave of his hand, Akbar drew a small tripod from his pocket and tossed it in Darren's direction. "Put the ingredients in it, and you can make pills in three days. Since it's not a complicated process, you won't spend much time on it. Ha-ha. Am I generous?"

"Yes, absolutely! Thank you. Ha-ha." Darren's eyes shone with excitement as he held the tripod.

"You're going to the Ninth Precipitous Mountain in a few days. Although you are strong, I'm afraid that you'll face many dangers. How can you still be so calm and jovial?" Akbar questioned with a sardonic grin.

"I have no choice. The situation would be different if you gave me ten more years," Darren said.

"No way! You have to leave in half a month, just like we agreed," Lord Akbar stated firmly.

"Hey, I'm your 'elder brother'. Can't you be more polite to me?"

"No. I'm stronger than you. I don't have to be polite even though you are my 'elder brother.' You can show off when you are more powerful than me," Akbar mocked playfully.

"Strength is not everything. But, yes, you win." With a wave, Darren turned and left to find his subordinates.

"Sir, it has been over ten days since we last saw you. Surprisingly enough, your strength has increased in this short span!" Wilson's face lit up with delight when he saw Darren.

"Sir, your strength is probably comparable to mine," Duke, who stood beside Wilson, commented. Over the past few days, he had completely recovered from his injuries, and his strength had also improved.

"Yeah. If I were to encounter a warrior at the upper-level of the Star God Realm, I would have the power to fight."

"Ha-ha. Congratulations, sir!"

Darren chatted with the others for a while before asking them to prepare for the upcoming journey.

"Darren, aren't you staying for half a month more? Why are you leaving now? Besides, Lindsay hasn't returned," Finley remarked.

"It does not matter. By the way, she should have finished suppressing her poison in the pool. Find her and let her know that she needs to return," instructed Darren.

"Well, all right." Still unsure of what led Darren to change his mind, Finley shrugged before leaving to find Lindsay.

On the way, Finley imagined whether he would see something embarrassing.

After flying for a while, he finally reached the spiritual pool.

"Lindsay." Finley called out when he saw that the pool was empty.

"Damn it! Was she kidnapped? Perhaps she was raped and killed," Finley whispered as he stood pool-side, taking pleasure in Lindsay's misfortune.

"Bastard, were you hoping to catch me naked in the pool?"

Just then, a familiar voice echoed from behind Finley.