King s Awakening

Chapter 773: Chapter 773: The Saint’s Medicine is Gone
 

“The Saint is without medicine!”

Abandon the butcher’s knife and instantaneously manifest as a Buddha.

White Mitchell felt a faint touch of emotion, then soon after continued to read the biography of the next Saint.

Standing in front of the Miscellaneous Service Yard in the Mitchell Mansion, White Mitchell was filled with anticipation and excitement. His life, his existence, was about to undergo an earth-shaking transformation. An invisible force was pushing him — the door of fate being opened. He was about to step into a whole new world.

White Mitchell, an unremarkable member of the Mitchell family clan, desired to change his own fate. He was tired of his mundane life, yearning to stand out and become the pride of his family. He craved power, wishing those who looked down on him would see him in a new light.

Life in the Miscellaneous Service Yard was not easy, but White Mitchell found it sweet. He lived alongside spiritual beasts, diligently caring for them day and night without feeling any fatigue. He enjoyed watching them grow stronger day by day. His efforts were not in vain, as the growth of the spiritual beasts became more and more noticeable.

However, White Mitchell’s real goal was not these spiritual beasts, but the path of cultivation described in the legends. He yearned to master a formidable power and become a true cultivator.

One day, White Mitchell stumbled upon a secret manual in an abandoned hut within the Miscellaneous Service Yard. The manual appeared old and dilapidated, as though it had been forgotten for a long time. However, it was this manual that changed White Mitchell’s fate.

He began cultivating according to the methods recorded in the secret manual. Initially, he didn’t hold high expectations. However, as he followed the methods of the manual step by step, a powerful energy suddenly surged into his body, granting him an unprecedented strength.

This energy seemed to come from another world, causing White Mitchell’s heart to race and his blood to boil. His senses became incredibly acute, able to perceive the slightest changes around him, hear the distant rustling of the wind, and smell the damp earth. His body seemed to be reshaped, filled with boundless power.

White Mitchell’s heart was filled with astonishment and excitement. He knew he had taken the first step towards altering his fate. He knew his future would be full of challenges and difficulties, but he was well-prepared. He yearned for more challenges and difficulties because only through them could he grow faster and achieve his dreams.

White Mitchell treasured this secret manual in his heart, using it as a guiding beacon in his journey. He knew that the cultivation methods recorded in this manual would become his most powerful secret weapon, helping him leave the Mitchell Mansion and explore a broader world.

But the path of cultivation was not smooth. White Mitchell needed more knowledge and experience, more challenges and hardship. He knew he had to work harder, persevere more, to stand out in this world and to realize his dreams.

Therefore, White Mitchell began his journey of cultivation. He devotedly cultivated in the Miscellaneous Service Yard, constantly challenging himself and exploring the unknown world. He honed his skills amidst difficulties, constantly surpassing himself, constantly growing. His name began to circulate within the Miscellaneous Service Yard, becoming the focus of everyone’s attention.

However, his goal was not limited to this. He wanted to go further, to explore a deeper world. He knew he needed more powerful strength and advanced cultivation methods.

So, he began seeking guidance from the Miscellaneous Service Yard’s tutors, started reading a large number of ancient secret manuals, started gaining more knowledge and experience. His journey on the path of cultivation got longer and more steadfast.

Finally, one day, White Mitchell successfully mastered more advanced cultivation methods, obtaining even greater power. He became the most outstanding cultivator in the Miscellaneous Service Yard.

But, good times did not last.

Not everyone acknowledged White Mitchell’s progress. Some envious disciples began spreading rumors, saying that his rapid progress was due to his cultivation of some evil practice. These rumors impacted White Mitchell’s reputation in the Miscellaneous Service Yard, and many people became wary and distant towards him.

However, White Mitchell was not brought down by these rumors. He understood that the path of cultivation involved hardship and tribulations, but he also believed that only by adhering to his beliefs could he achieve true success. So, he continued his silent cultivation, constantly improving his abilities.

At the same time, White Mitchell began to encounter external forces. These were mysterious sects and organizations intrigued by White Mitchell’s talent and strength in cultivation. They started to approach him, trying to entice him to join their factions. However, White Mitchell didn’t make such a decision lightly.

He knew that if he wished to explore the deeper layers of the world, he required a broader platform and more abundant networking resources. However, he was also aware that joining any faction would impose restrictions on his personal freedom and choices. He had to consider it carefully.

In this process, White Mitchell began to encounter different cultivation skills from foreign lands. These skills were distinct from what he had learned before, placing more emphasis on spirituality and enlightenment, broadening and deepening his journey in cultivation.

However, these cultivation skills weren’t without cost. They required White Mitchell to invest more time and energy to understand and master them and face greater risks and challenges. But White Mitchell wasn’t deterred by these difficulties. He firmly believed that only by continually challenging oneself can one make significant progress.

Eventually, during a confrontation with an antagonistic force, White Mitchell exhibited his potent strength and superb skills. Relying on his power and wisdom, he defeated the adversary, upholding the honor and interests of the Miscellaneous Service Yard.

This victory restored White Mitchell’s reputation in the Miscellaneous Service Yard, prompting more people to acknowledge his strength and value.

White Mitchell’s decision didn’t disappoint anyone. He chose to continue exploring the path of cultivation, challenged himself, and sought higher realms. He knew that to stand out in this world, he needed a stronger power and higher-level cultivation skills.

Thus, he began to consult the tutors in the Miscellaneous Service Yard and learned more profound cultivation skills from them. He read a vast number of ancient and secret texts to accumulate more knowledge and experience. His path in cultivation became longer and more unswerving.

One day, finally, White Mitchell successfully mastered higher-level cultivation skills and acquired more potent power. He became the most outstanding practitioner in the Miscellaneous Service Yard and a source of pride in Mitchell Mansion.

However, his goals did not stop here. He wanted to go further and explore deeper layers of the world—he knew he needed stronger power and higher-level cultivation skills.

So, he started consulting the tutors in the Miscellaneous Service Yard again, and began reading a myriad of ancient and secret texts while accumulating more knowledge and experience. His journey in cultivation was longer and even more unyielding.

Finally, one day, White Mitchell successfully mastered even more advanced cultivation skills and acquired far more potent power. He became the most outstanding practitioner in the Miscellaneous Service Yard.

However, a sudden turn of events disrupted his plans.

Mitchell Mansion was unexpectedly attacked by a powerful enemy force. This force was relentlessly aggressive and overwhelmingly powerful. They took Mitchell Mansion completely by surprise. They were not any of the forces that White Mitchell had previously dealt with, but a mysterious power originating from the distant east.

In this assault, Mitchell Mansion suffered severe losses. Many disciples and tutors sacrificed their lives in battle, significantly weakening the mansion’s defenses. White Mitchell was also severely injured and put through a life-and-death trial.

In this critical juncture, White Mitchell didn’t give up. He knew that if he wished to survive, he needed stronger power and higher-level cultivation skills. Consequently, he began closed-door cultivation, trying to comprehend deeper cultivation skills.

During his closed-door cultivation, White Mitchell began to understand the essence of life and the core of cultivation. He comprehended that cultivation was not exclusively for gaining immense power, but more for self-understanding, transcending life and death, and achieving real freedom and wisdom.

Through his ceaseless efforts and understanding, White Mitchell gradually regained his strength and started to surpass his previous realm. He successfully mastered even more profound cultivation skills and possessed greater power.

Finally, White Mitchell emerged from his seclusion, prepared to fight for Mitchell Mansion’s revenge. They were facing a grim battle, but they did not back down. With his power and intelligence, White Mitchell led the disciples of Mitchell Mansion to confront the enemy.

During this battle, White Mitchell demonstrated his extraordinary strength and intelligence. Using his cultivation skills, he unleashed an astonishing power, defeating one enemy after another. Under his onslaught, the enemy forces were in repeated defeat, boosting the morale of Mitchell Mansion’s disciples.

White Mitchell stood in the center of the battlefield, staring ahead. His eyes were resolute and decisive, filled with confidence and determination. He knew that this battle was for the honor and interests of Mitchell Mansion, and he could not retreat, nor could he fail.

He charged forward, incredibly fast, like lightning. His body lept into the air and then dove down fiercely. His target was a powerful enemy in front of him.

The enemy fighter felt White Mitchell’s aura and his face drastically changed. He wanted to escape, but it was too late. White Mitchell’s attack had already struck him.

With a loud noise, the enemy fighter was brutally hit by White Mitchell’s attack and flew out like a torn sandbag. His life force was rapidly draining, on the brink of death.

White Mitchell didn’t stop. He swiftly attacked another enemy fighter. His attacks were like a storm, leaving the enemy with no chance to retaliate.

The situation on the battlefield began to turn. Under White Mitchell’s leadership, the disciples of Mitchell Mansion began to gain the upper hand. Their morale soared, and their attacks grew increasingly fierce.

White Mitchell’s attacks, like a bolt from the blue, instantly defeated one enemy fighter after another. His figure swiftly moved across the battlefield, and every attack made the enemy tremble with fear.

The enemy fighters gradually began to panic, starting to retreat subconsciously, trying to maintain a certain distance. But White Mitchell steadily closed in, driving them into a corner.

On the battlefield, the brutal sounds of combat continued to ring, and the stench of blood and gore permeated the air. Almost every one of White Mitchell’s attacks resulted in a slain enemy, his powerful momentum causing the entire battlefield to seem as if it were boiling over. The disciples of Mitchell Mansion were all invigorated by his leading momentum, each becoming more fearless and throwing themselves into the battle.

White Mitchell’s movement technique was exceptionally fluid, like a light breeze. His attacks were as fast as lightning and as precise as a sniper. Exploiting the enemy’s slightest weakness, he was able to defeat them with one move, at times bypassing enemy defenses to quickly attack the enemy leader.

The enemy leader felt a deadly threat, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. But he didn’t retreat, instead gathering all his strength to face White Mitchell’s attack.

Their confrontation was intense. White Mitchell’s swordsmanship had reached a level of complete mastery, and every move was filled with his understanding and skilled control of swordplay. Although the enemy leader was battle-hardened, he seemed to struggle against White Mitchell.

White Mitchell’s attacks were as fierce as a storm. In a flash, his silver sword danced, emitting radiant Sword Qi, becoming increasingly terrifying. The enemy leader felt immense pressure and was faced with a life-or-death decision.

He did not show any signs of weakness, there was a cold smirk at the corner of his mouth, and his aura continued to soar. He transformed into a ferocious tiger, his formidable Fist Furnace Power exploding and smashing towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell smiled slightly, a glimmer of murderous intent in his eyes. He pointed, and a Sword Qi burst from his fingertip, colliding with the enemy’s punch.

With a thunderous noise, the Sword Qi and Fist Furnace Power exploded instantly, energy surging like a storm. Their figures disappeared instantaneously amidst the shock of energy.

The disciples on the battlefield watched in awe. Whether they were enemies or from Mitchell Mansion, all were stunned by this unprecedented duel. They all knew that this was the clash of two top fighters, their most intense duel.

Endless power interweaved on the battlefield, forming a terrifying atmosphere that left people breathless. The figures of White Mitchell and the enemy leader entwined, their attacks and defense intertwining, sometimes emitting dazzling Sword Qi, sometimes releasing fierce Fist Furnace Power.

Blood splattered on them, and a scene of disarray filled the surroundings. A sense of doubt arose in White Mitchell’s heart. This enemy leader’s power was extraordinarily strong, it seemed as if some force was supporting him.

Sweat rolling off his forehead, his eyes revealed determination. He decided to stop delaying and not allow the enemy any further opportunity.

An unparalleled energy erupted from White Mitchell, coalescing into a stream of light, instantly moving behind the enemy leader, plunging his sword into his back.

Feeling lighter, the enemy leader found himself without the strength to resist, his body teetering. He turned his head, giving White Mitchell a cold smirk. “You think you can defeat me like this? You’re too naive!”

White Mitchell’s cold eyes flashed. He turned to face the weaponry of the enemy, and shouted loudly, “White Mitchell never acts viciously, but he doesn’t fear viciousness either. How long do you think your energy can last? You’ve lost!”

As his words dropped, White Mitchell suddenly felt a powerful force surging from the enemy leader’s weapon. At that moment, his gaze turned solemn and a sense of alarm surged up his heart.

The enemy leader smirked in triumph and whispered, “It seems you are not aware of the power of this weapon. It absorbs the strength of its opponents and makes me stronger.”

White Mitchell’s eyes narrowed. He knew he was in a dangerous situation. The enemy leader’s weapon had such a terrifying ability – once his strength was absorbed, he wouldn’t stand a chance.

But White Mitchell didn’t despair. He concentrated all his will, trying to quickly think of a strategy. Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and a decisive power radiated from him.

He gritted his teeth, and the sword in his hand began to shudder, exuding endless Sword Qi. White Mitchell swung his sword violently, a fierce Sword Qi aiming directly at the enemy leader’s weapon, trying to break it.

But the enemy leader seemed prepared and easily dodged White Mitchell’s attack. He chuckled derisively and whispered, “You tried hard, but to no avail.”

White Mitchell’s expression stayed firm, he did not give up and decided to attack again. He closed his eyes, concentrating, sensing the power within him.

When he opened his eyes, they were filled with a chilling light. His hand tightened around the sword hilt, and an unfamiliar power quietly emerged from deep within him.

White Mitchell swung his sword violently, and a fierce Sword Qi roared out, piercing straight through the enemy leader’s weapon.

The enemy leader looked aghast at the broken weapon in his hand; he did not expect White Mitchell could shatter his weapon. His body jolted with a surge of pain spreading throughout.

White Mitchell quickly moved forward, stabbing his sword into the enemy leader’s chest. His voice was cool as he stated, “White Mitchell never acts viciously, but he doesn’t fear viciousness. You lost!”

Sword Qi penetrated the enemy leader’s chest, causing a gush of blood to spurt out as he collapsed onto the ground.

The disciples on the battlefield cheered at the spectacle. White Mitchell’s victory filled them with confidence, knowing that the Mitchell Mansion had finally triumphed over the formidable enemy.

White Mitchell retracted his Sword Qi, looking at the fallen enemy leader, he felt a wave of exhaustion. He knew his victory marked just the beginning of this battle, more formidable opponents awaited him.

But, he wasn’t afraid; his confidence was unwavering. He decided to move on, to achieve greater glory and victory for the Mitchell Mansion. White Mitchell turned to leave the battlefield, leading a group of victorious disciples onto a new journey.

Their figures gradually disappeared in the distance, leaving behind the smoke-filled battlefield. The name of the Mitchell Mansion echoed once again throughout the martial world. With White Mitchell as their banner, they continued to write their own legend.

Source: Webn0vel.com, updated on Novg0.co