Chapter 679 Plans To Leave

"Please enter this establishment, respected Mystic Paths." Rattac said with a respectful tone, "He's inside."

'Someone knows how to build up tension.' Virala thought in response and spread his Prana into the house, retracting it a moment later, "He's inside, alright."

Just as Orakha was about to enter the house, Virala grabbed him by the shoulder and shouted, "Can you stop with the plays, Inala?"

He stretched his hand and knocked on the stone house, "The both of us can sense what is inside."

"Alright, you got me." A familiar voice resounded from within, followed by a surge in Prana. "You can enter now."

"Let's go," Virala said and entered the house, noticing a round table placed in the centre, followed by three chairs around it, each at an angle of 120 degrees from each other. Seated on one of the chairs, facing the entrance was Inala. In his hand was a Gold Biome Bomb, layered inside by stone.

Originally, the inner half of this stone house was made using the Gold Biome Bomb layered onto the walls. This way, anyone who enters inside wouldn't know that they were stepping within a Biome Bomb, now under the mercy of Inala.

Any regular cultivator wouldn't be able to sense the Biome Bomb, since it was wedged between layers of stone. However, both Virala's Mystic Ewworm and Orakha's Mystic Eaters were mineral-seeking entities.Follow the latest novels at novelhall.com

They were able to notice the difference between the grain structure of the external stone house and its internal counterpart.

However, though Orakha sensed the difference, he didn't seem to care. First of all, Inala was already aware of all his original secrets. Secondly, the secrets that he maintained currently were expertly hidden using Sumatra Gold. No ability was able to break through that defence for the time being, whether it be Gannala's immune system or Inala's Perfect Biome Domination.

"You were this close to dying, you know?" Virala stared at Inala and said with an exasperated tone, "It's dangerous to steal information from me, alright?"

"No need to boast." Inala chuckled as he pointed at the two chairs, "Take a seat. Want some tea?"

"I'll take your most expensive tea," Virala said and seated himself.

"We're not a restaurant." Inala rolled his eyes.

"If you say so." Virala didn't comment much on the matter as he calmly stared at Orakha to start speaking.

"We had to take risks to come here for one reason," Orakha said with a sombre tone and began speaking about Yamahara's birth and the changes that happened to the Wean Clan as a result of his arrival.

Inala listened to everything in silence until the end, his expression gradually growing serious as he kept mum. He then brought in a jar of tea and began serving the two.

"Say something, will you?" Orakha shouted as he stood up in anger, "Why the fuck are you mute?"

"There's nothing much to say." Inala remained casual, "It doesn't matter how strong the Wean Clan becomes. We'll be free as long as we kill Brangara. We don't need to care about the others."

"Wow, that's spectacular analysis from you. If only we had the brain smarts to have thought of it long ago." Virala clapped with a sarcastic tone.

"You're pretty daring to say that after coming to my territory." Inala laughed.

"What can I say, I am confident of wreaking this place competently." Virala smiled, not in the least masking his intention.

"Tell me, Inala." Orakha glared at Inala, "Are you planning to do anything?"

"Why are you talking as if I'm the only capable one among the Mystic Paths?" Inala shrugged and pointed at Virala, "Don't you have this oh, so strong one? He can cook Brangara for breakfast and Yarsha for dinner."

"I can do that, unlike a certain turtle." Virala winked at Inala, "How's the retirement life treating you?"

"Then do it like I said." Inala nodded, "Head towards an Enclave and live there for the time being. And once you're able to contact her, you can make plans accordingly. That's your safest bet. And though it won't be as good as living on Sumatra, Enclaves should be able to support your need for resources, I think."

"Yeah, I think we can do that." Orakha thought, 'With Maroppa's help, it'll be possible to reach another Enclave from the Gaja Enclave. Or we can even skip a few Enclaves and head to a location as far as possible from the Varahan Enclave.'

"Is anyone staying behind?" Inala asked next.

"Gannala and Harrala are staying," Orakha said, startled to sense Prana billow out of Inala in response.

"Fuck, why?" He lost his cool for a moment as Inala grumbled, "Why the heck are they staying?"

"Dude, just bring them with you as you flee." Inala glared at Orakha, "Shouldn't you have enough sway over the Mammoth Clan by now?"

"I do, but Gannala volunteered to stay behind to take care of the Mammoth Treasury." Orakha sighed, "And Harrala wanted to give her company."

"Welp, someone's daughter is about to become pig food..." Virala hadn't finished his sentence when a projectile slammed into him and pummelled him into the walls of the stone house. He casually got up from the attack and shrugged off the dust that the projectile had turned into.

He casually stared at Inala, "Truth hurts, doesn't it?"

"I can make it hurt better." Inala glared as immediately, Virala began to age.

"Hmph!" Followed by a grunt, Virala encased himself in a Tratham armour, cranking up psychokinesis to the limit, watching the strings of Prana latched onto him be pushed away in response.

They dangled a couple of metres before him, unable to approach him. He glared at Inala, "Don't think for a moment that I haven't prepared against your abilities."

"You sure about that?" Inala said and transformed his arms into a Royal Zinger's, condensing a Biome Bomb that hung by a threat from his index finger. With a mild tug, the Biome Bomb dangled like a pendulum, beginning to condense lava within.

"Now, that's the spirit." Virala bellowed, excited to fight, "Finally, someone to fight without holding back. Don't cry if I by mistake use your face to wipe my ass."

"It'll be eroded by the time I use your ass to clean the streets." Inala snorted, getting ready to attack.

"I'm leaving." Right as the duo were about to engage in a battle, Orakha stood up and expressed his intention. He then stared at Virala, "Are you coming or not?"

"Already?" Virala raised an eyebrow as he pointed at Inala, "I've yet to see if this turtle has grown strong or not. Besides, it'll be better to understand the strength of the force he's raising, right?"

"His force isn't here." Orakha said and stared in the direction of the ocean, "It's somewhere out there."

He then glared at Inala, "And this fucker isn't even Inala."

"It's a mere puppet."

'I see, so that's what is happening.' Virala's eyes narrowed as his smile widened, 'No wonder that throw felt damn weak.'

"Just send a body to inform the Mammoth Clan." Virala said casually, "You can still revive next to Raaha."

His expression hardened as he plunged his fist through the figure of Inala, snorting upon seeing flesh within. A flex of his hand and the mass of flesh was scattered, allowing him to see the layer of Biome Bome that had condensed the flesh to behave as Inala.

With a clench of his hand, the Biome Bomb was destroyed, following which he stared in the direction of the ocean, "We're not leaving this place until I meet his actual body."

'It seems all the Zinger shrieks were done to give this puppet of the information necessary to maintain our conversation.' Virala thought upon feeling Zinger shrieks resume in the background, sneakily using his Mystic Human Stamp to gather some tangible data from the collapsed puppet. His expression froze for an instant before revealing a smile upon seeing a line hidden at the bottom of the data he gained, one delivered using Inala's voice.

[If you're done playing around, and are feeling brave enough, come to my home.]