Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 121

'The scent is too strong…

it's weird…' Darren thought, inwardly sighing as he pondered over what to do.

Bang!

Suddenly, the door to the pill refining chamber was kicked open with force.

A pair of deep eyes were then staring straight at Darren.

"Master, wake up! I told you not to drink too much. You never listen to me."

Squatting down, Darren pretended to shake Eugene awake—he even smacked him secretly on his head to make sure he wouldn't actually wake up.

Simultaneously, Darren hid his true cultivation base using the Aura-concealing Skill, still worried about his true identity being uncovered.

"Ha... this shameless thing," the man merely snorted, his expression cold as ice.

Pretending to have only just noticed the man, Darren looked up and shouted in surprise, "Who are you? How dare you break into the pill refining chamber? This is a forbidden place, get out of here right now!"

The man wore a purple robe and his eyes seemed to hold endless plains of ice. Each of his movements seemed to be a merge between heaven and earth—it was astonishing, mysterious, and seemingly impossible for Darren to understand it at all.

"You dare to raise your voice at me? You don't even know me. You're too reckless!"

As the man grew angrier, Darren made sure to look frightened as he stammered in a flurried voice, "Ah, I'm sorry, Sir. I did not recognize you. It's my fault. My master just drank too much. The pills that you asked him for have already been well prepared. After I take care of my master, I will send them to you immediately."

The man's rebuke provided Darren with a window of opportunity.

Hearing this, the man scanned Darren up and down, seeming to have noticed something. Suddenly, his eyes darkened as he asked, dead-serious, "Tell me, who am I?"

'Damn it…'

The stern voice made Darren's heart race in worry just as an inexplicable force had attacked him. In the next second, he was imprisoned in the space around him, unable to take even a step.

'The controlling force is too strong… I'm afraid his strength can compete with the witchers'… but their scents are still quite different…' At that point, Darren's forehead began oozing with sweat. If the man found out what he had done, he would never find another chance to escape.

"Sir, I've been a disciple of Mr. Chen for barely two hours. Before he drank, I heard that he was going to prepare some pills for a big man and asked me to be careful. That man must be you…" Darren said, feigning extreme panic. If he looked too calm, he wouldn't pass as a novice disciple.

"I have to wake him up and hear the truth from him."

As soon as the man said it, Darren's nerves started going out of control as his blood went cold. Mobilizing his mind, he looked at Eugene who remained sprawled on the ground.

"Wake up, Master."

Shaking Eugene's shoulder with one hand, Darren put the other hand on Eugene's stomach—a secret force flowed into the body from along his palm.

"Whoa…"

A horrid stench filled the room and Eugene ended up vomiting all over himself.

Still in character, Darren pretended to hold Eugene up and patted him on the back. As he did, he landed another subtle strike to Eugene's head with his palm, keeping him from waking up.

"Huh… what a shame. Once he wakes up, tell him to find me and kneel to punish himself."

Scanning Eugene's dirty body, the man finally decided to leave the room. Before turning around, he looked at Darren, "I need ten kinds of pills.

Send them to me in an hour or else you'll pay." As he watched the man walk away, Darren kept up his performance for a while longer, afraid that he was still keeping an eye on the room, releasing his Spirit Power to examine him.

Fortunately, the man didn't bother wasting any time on someone as insignificant as Darren.

Heaving a deep sigh of relief, Darren sat paralyzed on the ground. The force he endured under the man was just too uncomfortable.

'So the rule cultivator has that strong of a character. I'm afraid he could actually be on par with the Holy Lords of the Holy Lands—maybe he is even stronger.' The thought made Darren release another sigh.

In front of the purple-robed rule cultivator, Darren felt too small and weak.

'I'm not strong enough… too weak…' Muttering to himself, Darren smiled bitterly as he shook his head in disappointment, 'If one day, I can break through to the Wonder Realm, the sword and blade intents will merge—my demonic body will have achieved a high level, and I won't be afraid of him anymore.'

After a while, Darren regained his usual mood as he packed up his things and left the chamber.

After that whole episode, the journey went on rather smoothly. The two men who guarded the passageway interrogated him with a couple of questions, to which Darren replied that he was only fetching something for Eugene to sober up. Giving each of them a pill, he passed the checkpoint.