Old Ent's Worries

Chapter 19: Old Ent's Worries

"Emperor Rank!" Rook felt a chill from head to toe. Where exactly was this place? How could such a powerful expert be in this village?

One had to know that the gap between level six and seven was a watershed, like a vast chasm, causing many exceptionally talented individuals to sigh in regret. The difference between Emperor Rank and Lord Rank was like the difference between the ground and the sky; in the face of an Emperor Rank expert, a Lord Rank's strength was utterly unable to withstand a single blow.

The newcomers were Chen Yun and Old Ent. Old Ent had rushed over after sensing the energy fluctuations here. He hadn't expected that Siri had already engaged this person, and he was surprised that the opponent could fight Siri to a draw based on their earlier exchange. However, upon closer inspection, he realized the opponent was using some unknown Secret Skill.

Warriors on the continent cultivated Battle Qi. One had to admit the terrifying creativity of humans, who could invent peculiar Secret Skills that even allowed them to challenge opponents of higher ranks for a certain period. After countless generations of research, Secret Skills had finally matured into a formidable type of skill.

Secret Skills were divided into five grades. Grade one Secret Skills were not very powerful, only able to double one's attack power. Grade two and three Secret Skills increased power by five and ten times respectively, which was far from enough to challenge higher ranks for those above Sect Master.

However, a grade four Secret Skill was enough to allow a Lord Rank warrior to challenge an Emperor Rank expert. But defeating an Emperor Rank expert was still a pipe dream, unless it was a grade five Secret Skill. Grade five Secret Skills were also known as Saint Skills, which could allow an Emperor Rank expert to fight against a Saint Rank lower-tier expert.

As for whether there were any more powerful Secret Skills beyond Saint Skills, no one knew. This was because the known Secret Skills on the continent were only these five types. Moreover, Secret Skills were extremely rare items, only held by a select few individuals or factions. Secret Skills were practically treasures, rarely seen in normal circumstances.

And at this moment, in Old Ent's view, the Secret Skill Rook was using was a grade two Secret Skill.

A grade two Secret Skill was already considered quite precious. A faction that mastered such a Secret Skill and even allowed a subordinate to cultivate it must be an absolutely powerful and terrifying force. These black-clothed figures must have a formidable organization behind them.

But what was their purpose in coming here? This village was located deep in the mountains, its location hidden, and not easy to discover. How did they find this place? Old Ent was completely baffled.

Moreover, judging by their appearance, they were clearly on a mission. Thinking of this, Old Ent couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had been living in seclusion here for many years, and with his special identity, it would be bad if those people discovered him. Furthermore, this village was no ordinary village; it held many secrets. If outsiders discovered them, who knew what kind of trouble it might bring.

He had lived here for so many years that he had come to regard this place as his home, and he absolutely would not allow any accidents to happen.

With that thought, a hint of killing intent flashed in Old Ent's eyes. However, Rook's subsequent shocked words made him chuckle inwardly, while also feeling a touch of pride. He hadn't reached Emperor Rank yet, but with his peak level six Physical Body cultivation, he could rival a level seven Emperor. This was the terrifying power of mastering physical cultivation, enough to challenge higher ranks.

But he probably wouldn't reach Emperor Rank in this lifetime. Although his talent was extraordinary, physical cultivation was too difficult. Perhaps only those legendary, astonishing, and peerless figures of ancient times could reach higher realms. Thinking of this, Old Ent's heart was filled with dejection and sighs.

However, when he glanced at Chen Yun beside him, his face couldn't help but reveal a faint sense of relief. Perhaps Chen Yun could fulfill his unfulfilled wish. After all, Chen Yun was a heaven-defying Dragon Blood Warrior!

Perhaps a miracle might even be born from his hands. But before Chen Yun could grow up, the secret of the Dragon Blood bloodline must not be leaked, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

With this thought, Old Ent's eyes welled up with intense killing intent as he stared thoughtfully at the group of black-clothed figures before him.

As if sensing Old Ent's strong killing intent, Rook couldn't help but shiver. He looked at Old Ent with fear in his eyes, then put on a stiff smile, clasped his fists, and bowed towards Old Ent.

Rook said humbly and politely, "Greetings, senior! Please forgive our earlier rudeness. We didn't know this was your place of seclusion. What happened just now was indeed a misunderstanding. We beg for your forgiveness! We will leave immediately and dare not disturb you!"

Old Ent raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Place of seclusion?" He was most sensitive to this phrase, especially coming from an outsider.

So, he asked faintly, "Oh? How did you know I was in seclusion here?" Rook quickly replied, "A master like you, yet I've never heard of you on the continent. And you live in such a remote village; you must be a hidden master!"

Old Ent couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness. It seemed he was indeed too sensitive, not even considering such a simple question.

But then Old Ent seemed to think of something, and his whole body trembled. A powerful aura quickly pressed down on Rook.

Seeing this, Rook's face was filled with horror. Why did this person attack without any warning? But he didn't dare to make any move. His current strength was insignificant in front of an Emperor Rank expert. Perhaps not resisting would give him a slim chance.

So, Rook gritted his teeth and endured Old Ent's pressure. Large beads of sweat dripped down his face, veins bulged on his forehead, and his complexion turned pale.

Just as he was about to collapse, the pressure vanished instantly. A mouthful of blood spurted from Rook's mouth, but he felt greatly relieved inwardly, secretly congratulating himself on his cleverness.

However, at this moment, a faint voice entered his ears, leaving him in a dilemma: "Speak, what is your purpose in coming here!"

"Senior, we just came into the mountains to hunt Fierce Beasts and obtain Crystal Cores. We accidentally stumbled into your village and have no other purpose as you say?" Rook said with a calm expression. He was indeed a Battle Emperor Rank expert; even facing what he perceived as an Emperor Rank expert, he spoke without blushing or panting.

Old Ent couldn't help but find it amusing upon hearing this. He glanced at Rook faintly and said, "Oh? Is that so? Just hunting Fierce Beasts? Then tell me, what did you mean by that last sentence, 'no other purpose as you say'!"

"Uh? It... it doesn't mean anything! It's just... it's just purely hunting Fierce Beasts!" Rook's face turned pale and then flushed, stammering incoherently.