From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 660

Chapter 660 The Secret of Immortality

Chapter 660 The Secret of Immortality

“What did you just say?” The Mistwalker’s expression hardened in an instant. His features were still and sharp.

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The other three beside him reacted too. Their eyes turned cold. Their expressions shifted in different ways: surprise, doubt, irritation.

They knew exactly who the Twin Ghosts of Blightwood were. A hundred years ago, when Astria was in chaos and influential figures rose from every corner, the Twin Ghosts asserted their dominance through their uncanny ability to command spirits and bend wandering souls to their will. They ruled Blightwood outright, forcing every rival to fall in line and submit to their authority. Back then, their reputation rivalled anyone in this room.

Blightwood had rich soil and abundant resources. Countless King Phase experts had coveted it, but in the end, the ones who truly claimed the throne were the Twin Ghosts of Blightwood. That alone spoke volumes about their strength.

None of the people seated here would openly admit they were weaker than the Twin Ghosts. Still, not one of them dared to claim they could defeat them either. If the Martial Alliance had not been founded later, and if Lucas had not risen out of nowhere, no one could say how much longer the Twin Ghosts would have continued to dominate Blightwood.

The Twin Ghosts of Blightwood were severely wounded back then by Lucas and several King Phase experts from the Martial Alliance. They had been forced to flee in disgrace. Now, more than a century later, they returned and sought revenge on Julian. That could only mean one thing. They had backing. Their strength must have grown significantly, stronger than before, not weaker.

Yet Julian was saying the Twin Ghosts had been killed, and the one who killed them was sitting right across from the Mistwalker. The man sitting across from him was Leander. In other words, he was the one who killed the Twin Ghosts of Blightwood. It felt impossible.

The Mistwalker’s pipe froze midair. His hand hovered, suspended. The Primordial Energy he had gathered began to disperse, large portions of it dissolving into nothing. The strike he had been preparing never came.

He stared at Julian and spoke in a low, heavy voice. “Julian, we’ve known each other for over a hundred years. Even if you don’t want me to make a move here, you don’t need to spin some wild story to stop me.”

There was no way he could accept that Leander had slain the Twin Ghosts of Blightwood.

Individually, he might not have feared either of them. But together, they were a different matter. Even he would have found them extremely troublesome. By sheer coincidence, he had once passed through Blightwood and clashed briefly with the Twin Ghosts. The memory had remained vivid ever since.

If he can kill the Twin Ghosts of Blightwood, doesn’t that mean he can kill me, too? He is a junior who is one or two centuries younger than us, yet stronger than me by several levels. Who could accept that?

The other three turned to Julian as well, studying his expression closely, looking for the slightest flicker of doubt or any sign that he was making it up. None of them bought it.

But Julian’s expression did not waver. His expression remained solemn and steady. “Leonard, you just said we’ve known each other for more than a century. Then you should understand me better than anyone. Since the day we met, have I ever told even half a lie?”

He glanced at Leander, then shifted his gaze to the others, and finally fixed it on the Mistwalker. “Sovereign Ashcroft did not merely kill the Twin Ghosts of Blightwood. He shattered their domains completely and fought them two–to–one. I’ve said what I needed to say. If you truly believe you’re stronger than the Twin Ghosts, then go ahead and make your move. I won’t stop you.”

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Chapter 660 The Secret of Immortality

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Everyone in the Gazebo fell silent. The air inside felt thick, almost frozen in place. Only Leander seemed untouched by it all. He calmly poured himself another cup of coffee and drank at his own pace, savoring the rich, smooth flavor of the Southlands‘ finest beans like none of this concerned him.

The Mistwalker’s eyes narrowed, a faint tremor flickering through them. From the very first day he met Julian, the man had never lied. Not once. Julian had always spoken plainly, never embellishing, never dodging the truth. That was precisely why his words carried weight. If Julian said it, then it had to be real. Which meant the Twin Ghosts of Blightwood had truly fallen by Leander’s hand. The realization hit him hard. He had no idea how deep Leander’s strength truly ran.

Silence stretched on inside the Gazebo At last, the Mistwalker lowered the Azure Wave Pipe in his hand. “An hour from now, at the auction, make sure you tell the Lowell juniors to bring that item with them. You know exactly why I’m here.”

When he finished speaking, his gaze shifted to Leander For a split second, something wary flashed in the depths of his eyes. Even so, his voice remained cold. “Jeff Ashcroft, this isn’t over between us.”

The moment the words left his mouth, his figure shot upward, rising straight into the sky. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared beyond the rooftop of the tavern.

The other three stood after he left.

“Julian, at our level, money and power don’t mean a d’mn thing anymore What we’re after now is martial pursuit and life itself. You know what that item means to me. Since it ended up in the Lowells hands and you can’t decipher it, then give it to someone who can. If I don’t see that item at today’s auction, don’t blame me for forgetting our friendship and tearing the Lowells apart.” The oldest of the three, a blue–robed elder, stroked his beard as he spoke. His tone was firm. When he finished, he rose into the air and vanished in a streak of red light.

The remaining two said nothing. They simply exchanged a look with Julian, then lifted into the sky and departed in opposite directions.

The Gazebo, once occupied by six, emptied in moments. Only Leander and Julian remained.

Julian stared in the direction the four had gone, his gaze deep and unreadable. No one knew what was running through his mind. After a long while, he finally sat back down. Then he reached for the coffee pot, but it was empty.

He blinked, caught off guard.

“I haven’t tasted coffee like this in a long time. Something this exceptional is rare. Truly rare.” Leander, seated beside him, set his cup down at just the right moment and turned to Julian. “Sorry about that. You’re hosting old friends tonight, and I get the feeling! just wrecked the mood.”

Julian waved it off immediately. “Has nothing to do with you. To be honest, over the years, I’ve heard plenty about the Mistwalker’s disciples. Most of them had a reputation for chasing pleasure and playing dirty. You crippled his cultivation. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

Leander only smiled. He finished the last swallow of coffee and offered no denial.

Julian lifted a hand A faucet nearly one hundred feet away twisted open on its own. Water streamed through the air in a thin arc and poured neatly back into the coffee pot.

He moved his palm like a blade. Primordial Energy surged into the flame beneath the pot, and the coffee began to boil rapidly. As he worked, he continued speaking. “The four you saw just now were all King Phase figures from a century ago. Each of them once stood at the very peak. The one who tried to make a move on you is Leonard Valentrine. Word has it he’s a descendant of the Valentines‘ Fortress that shook the Central Realm seven hundred years ago. His weapon is that purple gold smoking pipe. He used it to defeat countless opponents. He resides at Mistwave Pool of Glenwick, so people call him the Mistwalker”

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