Chapter 1231 Aaron Became Akbar's Disciple

Of course, Finley's argument only gave him another fierce slap on the face. He was forced to behave himself afterwards and showed respect to Akbar.

What was worse, Darren snatched the Realm-upgrading Elixirs away. Poor Finley got nothing valuable.

Feeling wronged, he said, "It's just a couple of elixirs. You don't have to take them all!"

Darren cleared his throat and said, "I need these elixirs to help me improve my cultivation base. I need them now more than ever." He then pocketed the elixirs into his Space Ring.

"But what about me, sir? You promised me that you'll help me get back to my normal appearance. Hurry up! I can't wait any longer."

When Lindsay said these words, Darren and the rest couldn't help but get goosebumps again.

"Just go out and then turn left," Akbar said lightly.

"Please don't judge me like that, sir! Everyone wants to look attractive. Besides, you might even like my pretty face!"

Akbar then rolled his eyes.

Then he said, "Just go out and turn left. There's a spiritual pool five kilometers from here. Soak in it for half a month, and it will help you suppress whatever toxins in your body for about twenty years. So, go and hurry up."

"Really? If this works, I will do my best to pay you back!" Lindsay smiled brightly.

"Go now!" the three men shouted in unison.

Before she could even say anything more, Darren and the others stopped her. Their reaction was enough to startle her and effectively stopping her from saying anything else.

"You bastards! Just you wait until I get back my fabulous appearance. Your eyes will pop out of their sockets!" Lindsay pounded her fist on the table and then left.

"You ugly woman! No matter what happens, you'll still be ugly," Akbar grumbled. He didn't even bother looking at her original appearance with his god's power. So he didn't know how beautiful she actually was.

"Well, we're almost done drinking now. I will take you to see that boy," he said.

"You go first. I want to eat some more. The dishes here taste so good." As he said this, Finley kept digging into the purple dish served in front of him.

"The evil spirit has been practicing for so long so it tastes great," Akbar said lightly.

"What did you say? Are you telling me that this is the flesh of that evil spirit?" Finley asked. He suddenly stopped eating.

"That's right. It's delicious, isn't it?"

"Oh my God!"

Finley's face paled immediately. He turned his head to the side and began vomiting. Meanwhile, the expression on Darren's face was the same as Finley's. It seemed like he had also tried the dishes himself.

"What's happening?" Aa

that?

If you ever get unlucky and die, I'll bring your body back and bury it. We're buddies after all. So now, just go," Akbar said.

"Really? You're too good to me."

"One month is enough. I won't let you stay any longer."

"Fine then. I get your point. A comfortable environment won't turn me into a master." Darren had undergone a lot and had grown a lot as well. So, he knew what Akbar was talking about.

"That's right." Akbar nodded and then muttered to himself, "If I let you stay here, I might get myself in trouble as well." Darren was a Defiant Master. He also had an amazing weapon in his pocket. If people learned that he was here, they would have to deal with a lot of enemies here soon.

Half a month passed by.

"Sir, I've searched through this low-level warrior's memories. That Defiant Master has headed to the Ninth Precipitous Mountain!" It took Davis half a month to gather this information.

"Do you know which route he took?

There are three ways to get to the Ninth Precipitous Mountain."

"I don't know, sir. He's just a lackey so he doesn't know much about it."

"Humph. Go back then and summon our clan's top warriors. We'll split up and catch that bastard."

"Ancestor, should we let the others know that we're going to capture the Defiant Master?"

"Just tell them that we're going to catch a traitor. You don't have to worry about anything else. I'll try finding him from a different route."

"Copy that."

In an instant, Caleb transported himself to the route that Darren had most likely used.

He began to fly as fast as he could manage. In his head, he knew that if the Defiant Master successfully went into the Ninth Precipitous Mountain, even he wouldn't dare go directly into it to capture him.