LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

The rain was still falling.

The middle-aged monk turned and looked at Jun Chester.

The moment he saw Jun Chester clearly, his originally calm face showed some emotion.

At the same time, the skinny man with a red dot on his forehead suddenly collapsed to the ground.

There was fresh red blood flowing out from the back of his head.

In the blink of an eye, it dyed a puddle on the ground red.

Looking at the other three men and women from Saint Pages still standing,

the young man leading them immediately shook the long sword in his hand and rushed towards Jun Chester like lightning.

As his footsteps landed in the mud,

a sword slashed out horizontally.

The sword energy, like a rainbow, swept aggressively in all directions, parting the rain curtain and chopping down the peach trees on both sides of the muddy path.

Jun Chester’s footsteps did not stop.

It was as if the wild and terrifying sword energy before him was nothing but a slightly sharper gust of wind in Jun Chester’s eyes.

Amidst flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder, the sword energy reached Jun Chester’s face.

But this terrifying sword energy seemed to stop abruptly for a brief moment.

And as Jun Chester took another step forward,

the fearsome sword energy dissipated.

It turned into a gentle breeze, no longer sharp, blending into the surrounding rain curtain.

The expression of the leading youth flickered slightly.

He did not attack Jun Chester again,

but turned to flee instead.

But in the instant the youth turned around,

Jun Chester flicked his finger.

A water droplet shot out, hitting the youth’s forehead directly.

This youth, just like the skinny man earlier, collapsed into a puddle on the ground.

Blood dyed the rainwater on the ground red.

Jun Chester was still looking at the middle-aged monk standing in the rain not far away.

The other two people, a man and a woman, were still with the middle-aged monk.

At this moment, both of them were as terrified as ghosts.

In this instant, they even forgot to turn and run away.

The woman shut her eyes tight and kowtowed in the puddle, her body trembling violently.

Jun Chester had walked up to the middle-aged monk.

He raised his hand slightly.

A figure suddenly flew over from a lookout tower far away in this peach forest.

The gravedigger!

Earlier, Jun Chester had deliberately arranged for this white-clothed woman from Skyhowl to guard Iris Garner’s grave here.

After the woman in white appeared, she saluted Jun Chester with cupped fists.

“Master!”

Jun Chester nodded.

He pointed at the three dead men on the ground.

And said lightly,

“I just found out today that my mother was such a clean person. Dispose of these three corpses and don’t let their blood dirty this place.”

The woman in white respectfully responded,

“Yes, Master!”

Jun Chester was still smiling at the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk was also looking at Jun Chester.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Their eyes met.

Neither said anything for a long time.

After a while, the middle-aged monk nodded approvingly and spoke,

“She really has a good son. Iris can see this from her spring and would laugh!”

Jun Chester gestured invitingly,

“Let me treat you to a meal.”

The middle-aged monk glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground.

“What do you plan to do with her?”

Without even looking at the kneeling woman, Jun Chester smiled lightly,

“Let her kneel there first. Without me questioning her, she won’t dare take half a step from this place.”

Only then did the middle-aged monk not say anything more.

The two of them, uncle and nephew, walked out of the peach forest together along the muddy path.

The two came to a house at the foot of the mountain on foot.

Jun Chester went into the kitchen and cooked two bowls of plain noodles, seasoning them only with some salt and scallions.

After starting to boil the noodles, he brought the bowls to the table.

By now, the middle-aged monk had opened his gourd of wine again.

He placed it between the two bowls of noodles on the table.

After the middle-aged monk sat down, he leaned forward and waved his hand over the steaming noodle bowls.

The aroma of the noodles wafted up.

The middle-aged monk smiled satisfyingly.

“Who taught you to cook noodles like this? It’s pretty good.”

Jun Chester also smiled.

“I’m self-taught.”

As he spoke, Jun Chester reached for the wine gourd between the noodle bowls and poured some into each bowl.

Seeing Jun Chester about to eat the noodles this way,

the middle-aged monk became dissatisfied again.

“Ruining a good bowl of noodles, you’re not supposed to eat it like this!”

Jun Chester just laughed.

“To each their own taste.”

The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment, then also poured some wine into his own noodle bowl.

But after pouring, he felt some regret.

“I should’ve tried a mouthful of the original flavor first. Now look, you’ve led me astray!”

Jun Chester suggested,

“I’ll cook you another bowl later.”

Only then was the middle-aged monk satisfied.

Then… the two started eating the noodles.

When they were halfway through their bowls, the middle-aged monk couldn’t help but glance up at Jun Chester.

“Don’t you have anything you want to ask?”

Jun Chester laughed lightly.

“I came here today intending to bother my mother a bit, to take a lock of her hair from her grave and bring it to the hospital for a maternity test. But later I changed my mind. Mother is mother, whether alive or dead, she is my mother.”

After hearing this, the middle-aged monk felt numb from head to toe. His nose soured as tears involuntarily welled up in his eyes.

The middle-aged monk picked up a chopstick full of noodles and ate them.

Spicy and fragrant.

As he ate the noodles, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

“Damn, I always thought I had achieved purity of the six roots. Now it seems emotion is hard to sever!”

Jun Chester suddenly said,

“When I was little, I saw you once in a restaurant in the capital. You were standing at the corner of the stairs between the second and first floors. I found it a bit odd back then, why would a monk in robes also be carrying a blade?”

The middle-aged monk took a deep breath and explained,

“Your mother loved the tofu soup I made when she was little. Every time before drinking it, she’d make me put on a bladework performance in front of her. So I thought to bring a blade and tofu then to go see her, but when I got there, I didn’t have the nerve to go downstairs.”

Jun Chester asked,

“How did my mother pass away?”

The middle-aged monk fell silent.

Jun Chester continued,

“I’ve met Cecelia Garner before, but didn’t get to ask her what happened that year. She disappeared before I could.”

The middle-aged monk looked at Jun Chester and said,

“Cecelia Garner is your birth mother.”

Hearing this, Jun Chester’s heart quivered slightly, but after a moment of silence, he regained his calm.

Then, Jun Chester asked impassively,

“If she’s my birth mother, why did she give me to… give me to my mother to raise?”

The middle-aged monk answered,

“They were blood sisters, Iris was actually your young aunt. I have no blood relation to either of them. My stepfather, your grandfather, married my mother later.”

“Although born of the same mother, your birth mother and your young aunt walked completely different paths in life!”

“When your birth mother was ten, she ran away from home. At forty-five, she stumbled bloodied to the Garner family’s door, holding you in her arms. Your young aunt asked what had happened…”

“Humph, she wouldn’t say, no matter what, she wouldn’t say. Then she handed you to your young aunt and left.”

“A few years later, she came back again. She watched you from afar, yes, that time when your young aunt was bringing you back from the capital to Dirtmouth. ”

“I was driving behind you guys. Following along, I discovered a Taoist nun in black robes blocking your way. Pam Chester was with that nun.”

“I don’t know what happened after that.”

After hearing these words, Jun Chester’s eyes turned cold. For a long time, he regretfully said, “At that time, I was asleep and didn’t know what happened. But now it seems that the reason my mother was severely injured and died was because of something she was holding at that time.”

The middle-aged monk narrowed his eyes. “What thing?”

Jun Chester took out the Map Stone he had with him and placed it on the table. “This thing.”

The middle-aged monk picked up the Map Stone and examined it carefully. His eyes suddenly flashed with surprise. “The secret patterns on this, they are actually the long lost Kairh?”

Jun Chester was stunned. “You know of Kairh?”

The middle-aged monk solemnly nodded. “I cultivate Mahayana Buddhism, so of course I know of Kairh. But I really don’t understand what these secret patterns on it mean!”

Jun Chester explained indifferently, “It’s just a map, marking the locations of some Nanite Stone veins. Of course, apart from the map, there are also some qi cultivation methods on it that I haven’t had the chance to look at yet.”

The middle-aged monk’s face was full of astonishment as he stared at Jun Chester in a daze. “You can understand Kairh?”

Jun Chester nodded. “My ancestors, there was once an emperor who ruled a small nation called Kairh.”

“It’s not difficult to understand Kairh. You just need to comprehend the Emperor Token of the Garner family and break down the tempering syllables in this qi cultivation method, that is the so-called Kairh!”

“In fact, it is similar to deciphering another phonetic system.”

The middle-aged monk’s face was shocked. He stared at Jun Chester for a good while before sighing deeply.

“All these years, I’ve been using my connections to investigate the Taoist nun who blocked you and your aunt’s path at that time, as well as that Pam Chester fellow, but I’ve found nothing!”

While eating his noodles, Jun Chester said, “Pam Chester is insignificant. That Taoist nun is Margaret Lovall!”

The middle-aged monk urgently asked, “Where is she from?”

Jun Chester calmly replied, “Mycintia!”

Upon hearing these two words, the middle-aged monk’s face turned white. After a long while, he asked, “Which Mycintia?”

Jun Chester answered, “Based on the information I have, it should be a temple in Mycintia, but I don’t know which temple yet. However, I’ll find out soon.”

But the middle-aged monk said, “Pinkriver Temple!”

Jun Chester frowned. “Pinkriver Temple?”

Just then, Jun Chester’s phone suddenly rang. Looking at it, it turned out to be a call from Rod Smith, the gatekeeper at Hill Grandsilk Villa at the peak. Without waiting for Jun Chester to speak after picking up, an extremely panicked voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Mycintia, Mycintia Pinkriver Temple’s people are here, Joseph Smith… Joseph Smith is here!”

At the same time, at the peak villa of Hill Grandsilk.

In the expansive manor, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back.

The man, Joseph Smith.

With a strong back and narrow waist, a sword hung at his waist!

Known as…

The Mycintia Evil of Sword!

However…

In the entire cultivation world, those who knew of him numbered less than a hundred.

Among these less than a hundred people was Loong Chester of the Chester house.

At this time, whether it was Loong Chester, Kiki, or even Reeds Hale, they had all arrived at Dirtmouth.

To be precise, they had come to Jun Chester’s home.

Right now, all three of them looked as if facing a formidable enemy, staring from afar at Joseph Smith who had suddenly appeared in Jun Chester’s home!

The gazes with which the three looked at Joseph Smith contained not just thorough fear, but also a hint of admiration!

Joseph Smith was one of the most terrifyingly powerful people in the world today.

Looking to be just over forty years old.

But in fact, he was nearing a hundred years old.

Back when Lordran was bullied by foreign powers, this man had descended the mountain once.

With one stroke of his sword, he killed ten thousand enemies!

It wasn’t because national calamity had arrived that he was forced to act.

Rather, the tens of thousands of enemy troops blocking his path at that time had simply obstructed his way.

In the manor, apart from Loong Chester, Kiki, and Reeds Hale, there were two other people standing at a distance.

One was Hugh Garner.

The other was Rod Smith.

Rod Smith and Joseph Smith were of the same clan.

When Rod Smith was young, he had heard of Joseph Smith from his clan elders.

But whenever the elders of his family mentioned Joseph Smith, they were invariably reticent!

Rod Smith had asked his clan elders why this was so.

A certain Garner elder of the Smith family said one thing.

“This man is a villain and harbors bandits like a mother. He does not recognize his own kin, cultivating by killing. If you see him… avoid him!”

Today, Rod Smith finally saw Joseph Smith himself, but even from nearly a hundred meters away, he could vividly feel the aura of slaughter from him.

Rod Smith could even ascertain that even if Joseph Smith did not make a move, just turning around to look at him would be enough to frighten him stiff!

How could there be such a terrifying existence in this world?

With an aura of slaughter billowing to the heavens!

Could it be that he really is… cultivating by killing people!?