LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Blow! A heavy blow! Jun Chester’s words, landing in Alf Charlton’s ears, felt like an electric arc piercing through his eardrums. His entire head seemed to explode.

Alf Charlton, in a semi-mad state, stared unblinkingly at the changes in the courtyard. Flowers bloomed, and the atmosphere changed, all at the cost of Alf Charlton’s lifelong cultivation. His own strength, which Jun Chester dismissed, had been used to beautify the courtyard.

In a fit of madness, Alf Charlton laughed hysterically, alternating between fits of terror and despair. To him, becoming an ordinary old man, stripped of all his power, was more unbearable than death. It was as if a person with boundless wealth had suddenly become a beggar on the street, despised by others and even by himself.

Cecelia Garner and the others were stunned. Pritchard Gresham, who was on the verge of reaching the seventh realm, was killed by Jun Chester’s breath. Alf Charlton, a legendary figure, had his entire life’s cultivation effortlessly destroyed by Jun Chester.

Sienna Lovall, who knew Alf Charlton’s strength well, was horrified. Now, Alf Charlton had been disabled by Jun Chester so easily. It was beyond her comprehension.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Alf Charlton suddenly shouted at Jun Chester, “Kill me! Kill me! Kill me, old man!”

Jun Chester coldly observed Alf Charlton. “Kill you? That would be too cheap for you. Of course, you can choose to die on your own.”

Alf Charlton, in utter despair without his cultivation, was no different from an ordinary elderly person. He had no strength and couldn’t even end his own life. He continued to shout at Jun Chester, questioning the reasons behind his actions.

Jun Chester sneered, “Alf Charlton, as the former guardian of Lordran, you betrayed your duty and are even worse than common evildoers. You deserve to die!”

Alf Charlton laughed hysterically, dismissing the notion of being a guardian. He accused the previous guardians of Lordran, claiming that they all met miserable ends. Jun Chester argued that he left Healing Pills and Pulse-Opening Pills in the pharmacy to help Lordran’s soldiers cultivate martial arts. However, Alf Charlton’s actions contradicted this purpose.

Jun Chester claimed that Alf Charlton only cared about his own interests, ignoring the well-being of Lordran’s people. Jun Chester’s goal was for everyone to achieve greatness in martial arts, unlike Alf Charlton, who prioritized personal power.

Alf Charlton, still delirious, mocked Jun Chester’s idealistic views, claiming that his naive beliefs would crumble over time. He laughed at the inevitability of Jun Chester’s ideals being tainted by the harsh realities of the world.

Suddenly, Cecelia Garner focused on Alf Charlton’s wounded hand, understanding the truth. She tearfully exclaimed, “He’s really alive!?”

To the others, including Jun Chester, Cecelia Garner’s words were confusing. Jun Chester asked, “Who are you referring to as ‘he’?”

Cecelia Garner, shedding tears, cursed, “Of course, it’s your heartless old man! That damn bastard, ignoring both me and you. What does it matter if we know his whereabouts?”

Jun Chester was surprised that his mother could still swear, and he cautiously asked, “Eric Chester?”

Cecelia Garner was astonished. “How do you know his name?”

Jun Chester replied nonchalantly, “Heard people mention it.”

Cecelia Garner’s face turned cold. “Don’t bother asking about that damn man’s life or death. We don’t need to care about it. You’ve done enough for him over the years, silly woman. Besides, I have you now. Why should we care about what he does?”

Then Cecelia Garner seemed to realize something and looked at Jun Chester with a complex expression, adding with a hint of resentment, “Hmph! You heartless child. You probably met him a long time ago, didn’t you? Otherwise, where did you get your cultivation?”

Jun Chester frowned at the question and glanced instinctively at the old well in the courtyard. Doubts arose in his mind. Could it be that even his mother didn’t know the secret beneath that well?

At that moment, a voice echoed in Jun Chester’s ears, seemingly coming from nowhere but reaching only his ears. “In this world, only three people can descend a kilometer into this well. I am one, you are one, and my grandson is half. So, don’t worry about it, my son!”

Hearing this, Jun Chester’s eyes widened, and in an instant, he disappeared from the spot. When he landed, he found himself on the top of the tallest building in the imperial city. Standing in front of him was none other than the middle-aged monk who had squeezed Dragon Alliance’s fate master to death.