Chapter 415 Marlington

“Wait up!” Lesley shouted.

Charlotte cast Lesley a wary glance. “What is it?” Lesley hurriedly answered, “I have no ill intention, Ms. Schwein. I'm merely aimless. The mountains here are endless. Would you like to travel together?” In his anxiety, he turned red.

Charlotte had never seen a man blush as easily as he did. She was certain that a man like that definitely bore her no ill will. “Sure.”

Lesley was overjoyed.

Marlington was a magical, mysterious place.

The potency of the parasites in Marlington was unparalleled.

The place was also filled with legendary wonders.

During the war, the arrogant Jetroinians never dared invade Marlington. Accurately speaking, they had, but most of their forces had perished when they landed without even seeing the enemy.

Situated in Gablurg, Marlington consisted of mountain ranges and green hills as far as the eye could see.

It was like looking out at a limitless sea of green.

The sun was resplendent at three in the afternoon.

It was also the end of May. Atop the mountains of Gablurg, the days were not very hot but the nights were chilly. Even on the hottest days of summer, the nights were cold.

Because of this, most of the residents in Gablurg had no need for air conditioning at night.

Dressed entirely in black, Simon arrived at the foothills of Gablurg.

He had attained the cultivation of a level-nine Divine Master, and his progress had been nothing short of extraordinary.

By that point, however, the rate of his cultivation had slowed down. There are limits to everything, and speed is not necessarily a good thing.

Simon realized he had hit a plateau. His cultivation level would not increase no matter how much blood he consumed.

His situation was akin to a man who, given a stroke of luck, found his wealth increasing rapidly. At a certain point in his progress, however, he would begin to slow down.

That was an irrefutable fact.

Being able to sustain growth became a matter of knowing where to invest.

At that moment, Simon was no longer under the control of the Heavenly Rebirth Alliance. The elders of the Heavenly Rebirth Alliance had left a spiritual imprint in his cerebral domain.

A mark of that nature was not easily dispellable. If Simon decided to refine it, the imprint would self-destruct.

The cultivation of the elders of the Heavenly Rebirth Alliance was at a terrifying level.

It would be practically impossible for Simon to rid himself of the imprint.

Coincidentally, however, luck is a wonderful thing indeed.

Given Simon's vampiric lineage, his mana could only be turned into combat force at the same time strengthen his cerebral domain.

With such enhancement, his cerebral domain had become invulnerable to spiritual waves and could withstand the assault of any imprint.

Against such fortitude, the threat of the spiritual imprint was negligible.

bullet, Simon had

that juncture, he

returning to the country, he came to the

Marlington

had been seized by a sudden desire

he ascended

entering Emerald Mountain, he found

which Simon thought was too far, so he

all the way forward

a

venturing a little further, he noticed a valley ahead which was

a little hungry, Simon headed

charmingly quaint. It sat on the foothills of Emerald Mountain, with a stream at the entrance and a bamboo forest at the

he noticed a tour group

so people of young, rowdy

party, however,

them, Simon entered the tavern and found a place

of them. One woman was the

cultural dresses with scarves on

a forty-year-old woman

thirty or so,

lone customer as they were serving the tour

seat. He was not anxious, nor did

was there on a trip to reminisce, he opted to

tour group

Simon, sitting in solitude, looked as if he

Awash in

was also possible that he was thinking

a clear, melodious voice

some peanuts. Here's a cup of

sounded like a

if she would be beautiful

up and saw a girl in

smiled sweetly at him, and he

smile, too, was capable of distracting one from

a plate of peanuts and an untouched cup of

she flushed slightly. Then,

the coffee to Simon when he said coldly, “No,

student at Yaleview University. Their professor had organized

in the corner while she had a

might be lonely, so she brought some peanuts and coffee as she felt sorry for

over. His name was Ethan Pickering. He came over and dragged Mauve away. “How many times have I told

was a little

voice sounded behind her as soon as she turned. It was cold and devoid

Mauve felt embarrassed.

turned around to take the peanuts and glared

Simon ignored him.

and Ethan returned to their seats, and joviality resumed at their table. The incident did not

sharp ears. He heard Mauve telling the waitress, “You have a customer

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