Chapter 381: Beast Holy Sanctuary

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“Then why did you run so fast just now?” Winnie couldn’t help but point out, though she felt Old Wang’s last few words in the arena were quite satisfying, his sudden sprint afterward was too much of a contrast. At the very least, he should have flipped them off one more time and then left the city with a grand parade.

“Cough, this is called handling heavy matters with ease!” In reality, Old Wang had let out a huge sigh of relief. He had genuinely feared that the enraged Mangalam disciples would attack them all at once, but now that the magic railcar had started moving and no one had pursued them, he could finally relax. He said calmly, “Although I, as the captain, can take on ten thousand at least, there’s no need to involve innocent people!”

“Pah!” Winnie found herself laughing despite herself. The idea of him claiming he could fight was absurd: “It’s us who can fight, you’re just the lookout!”

“I only step in at critical moments, and besides…” Old Wang was annoyed: “Winnie, talking like that will make your chest smaller!”

“What the hell!” Winnie, with her short temper, almost summoned a Banana Babaa: “Wang Feng, do you want to die! What did you say just now!”

“Bear! I meant bear!” Old Wang shouted: “Banana Babaa! Winnie, don’t be so sensitive, only insecure people get sensitive!”

This was clearly a double entendre, but it left Winnie with no outlet for her anger. If she continued to lash out, wouldn’t she be admitting that she cared about the size of her chest?

Her head was practically smoking with rage, and she quickly grabbed a cup of water to drink, but she drank too hastily and began coughing uncontsciously.

After a moment of stunned silence, everyone burst into laughter. Kela and Wu Di laughed until tears streamed down their faces, releasing all the worry, insecurity, and despair they had been feeling.

It felt great! More importantly, everyone had regained their confidence!

Next stop, the Beast Holy Sanctuary.

The journey from Mangalam to the Beast Holy Sanctuary was not short, and they had to transfer to another magic railcar along the way. This period of several days was enough for many things to ferment throughout the League.

Three to zero, the Rose’s overwhelming victory over Mangalam was quickly reported in the Holy Sanctuary’s Light. However, strangely enough, the Holy Sanctuary’s Light, known for its detailed descriptions, did not provide much analysis or description of the battle process, merely stating in a few brief sentences that “XXX defeated XXX.”

This was thought-provoking. Why didn’t they comment on the battle process? This wasn’t the style of the Holy Sanctuary’s Light! Could it be that the Holy Sanctuary’s Light had received some benefit from the Rose and was helping them create a smokescreen? Or perhaps, Mangalam had thrown the match to such an extent that even the reporters from the Holy Sanctuary’s Light felt embarrassed to write about it?

The journalists felt wronged, on the verge of tears. They truly wanted to write vivid and detailed reports, for how could a few meager words compare to a full article that would earn them a handsome fee, let alone match the wealth of knowledge in their hearts? However, Mangalam was simply too damn frustrating. The journalists present that day hadn't even understood the battle process before it ended. What were they supposed to write about?

A 3-0 scoreline caused the odds for Rose to fluctuate in the underground world, but they quickly stabilized again. This was due to the various true and false rumors circulating within the League recently.

Curious people are never in short supply. When they couldn't find answers from the Holy Sanctuary's Light, they went to Mangalam. What they heard from Mangalam were the angry rants of its citizens, such as 'Fantasy and the mediocre Tatu from their Holy Sanctuary fought for three hundred rounds to barely win,' 'Winnie Lee bribed Wuri to specially transfer to Mangalam to deceive people,' and 'that Beastman despicably used a mind-altering drug during his Magic Fist Burst.' The devout followers of the Holy Light would not acknowledge the victory of those demons; they were all despicable, evil, and shameful cheats!

For Mangalam, the truth was never important. What was most terrifying was that the vast majority of Mangalam's people genuinely believed this, while the few who were clear-headed wouldn't say anything.

Rose's absurd provocation would end in Vern, in that great Spirit Beast city. The Beast Holy Sanctuary was already stronger than Mangalam and had made all necessary preparations, leaving no room for Rose to exploit any loopholes! Staking the honor of the Beast Holy Sanctuary, this battle would surely crush Rose underfoot!

Those suspicious hearts finally found peace. Whether it was the ranking of the Beast Holy Sanctuary or the sincerity of their vow, there was no doubt that Rose would be defeated in this battle!

The odds that had just been pulled up a bit were lost again. After all, people didn't believe, nor did they want to believe, that Rose would suddenly turn things around.

On the magic track train, the view outside was dense primeval forest, with towering trees that seemed to touch the sky visible everywhere. From the moment they entered the territory of the Vern Principality, the whispers of the dense forest and the roars of wild beasts could almost always be heard deep within the lush woods.

The Vern Forest, the Vern Principality, is one of the most unique principalities in the League of Blades.

Called a principality, apart from numerous scattered towns within its borders, there is only one major city, which is also the capital of Vern. Beyond that, the entire principality is enveloped by a vast and pristine Spirit Beast forest.

In this primeval Spirit Beast forest, which is now the best-preserved on the Nine Heavens Continent, millions of Spirit Beasts live, and even complete Spirit Beast communities exist. Spirit Beasts are intelligent creatures. Their leaders have an agreement with the Vern Principality, selecting between one thousand and three thousand Spirit Beasts each year to participate in a 'matchmaking-like pairing' with humans from the Vern Principality. In return, the Vern Principality guarantees the integrity of the Vern Forest, prohibiting any destruction of the forest and all poaching of Spirit Beasts.

Humans can coexist peacefully with Spirit Beasts as friendly neighbors, a feature unique to the Vern Principality and recognized and protected by the entire League of Blades.

The time when the Vern Principality pairs with the Spirit Beast community each year is the most anticipated event for all Spirit Beast Masters in the League of Blades. Those with the means will go to great lengths to secure a spot, either by spending money or through connections. Even those without the means will keep a close eye on the Holy Sanctuary's Light, eager to learn about the Ghost-level potential super Spirit Beasts that emerge each year and which lucky individuals will pair with them.

With various protected natural resources and the unique Spirit Beast resources of the entire Nine Heavens Continent, the Vern Principality, though small, is incredibly wealthy, rivaling the Ice Spirit Kingdom in this aspect.

The magic track train had been traveling for nearly four days. They had just crossed the boundary marker inscribed with 'City of Nas,' and the surroundings began to open up as they entered the capital region of Vern. Winnie, who had been a loyal viewer of the Vern Principality's annual 'Pairing Festival,' excitedly recounted various customs and situations of the Vern Principality, speaking with great familiarity.

Fantasy's mind was not on the wondrous Spirit Beasts and customs Winnie described; he was almost there and was making one last effort to scrape together as much money as possible...

"Ah Feng, just a bit more, help me gather a bit more!" Xi Ba is now the biggest creditor of the entire team, the 'debt' kind. Back in Mangalam, he only placed a small bet of five hundred euros, as his assessment of the enemy's and our strength wasn't as clear as it is now, so he didn't dare to bet everything. But this time, he plans to put all his savings on the line, betting on a three-zero victory! He said excitedly, "I've calculated it; the current odds from Vern are around several hundred thousand euros. I need at least seventy or eighty thousand euros to empty the betting pool! I don't have enough."

"All the team's money has already been lent to you; how could there be any more? It's all gone." Old Wang was at a loss between laughter and tears. He had discussed this matter with Ugandan back in Aurora City, but to be honest, Big Ugandan was right. The odds on such betting platforms were entirely based on the size of the betting pool, and it was not uncommon for one gang to rob another. This small amount of money was nothing to Old Wang.

While it might sound a bit boastful, to Old Wang, who still had five billion waiting to be scooped from the sea and the early benefits of Aurora City’s new trading market to share in, this venture, which required so much effort and mental strain, didn’t promise substantial wealth and thus didn’t really catch his eye.

Asi Ba grumbled, "Don't you have those Thunderclap Bombs? Give me one. Even at a low price, they cost ten thousand! One would be enough to cover our expenses."

"Once you get to Vern, you plan to go out on the streets to sell sky-shaking bombs, and then take the money to find a bookie at the underground casino?" Old Wang gave him a lazy glance. "Do you even have the time for that?"

Fantasy thought about it for a moment, then turned to Winnie with a broad smile: "Winnie... can you lend me some? I'll split the winnings with you if I win!"

"I don’t have any cash on me," Winnie said disdainfully. "I always pay by signing the bill; someone will naturally settle it for me later... and even give me half. Do you really think I would look at you for that?"

"Damn..." Fan Tese felt a headache coming on. It was like a scholar encountering soldiers—facing a pile of cash, they actually refused it? What kind of people were these!

Winnie, standing by the window, was already pointing outside with some excitement: "Look, Adinas!"

Most cities with a Blade Temple have a prominent landmark.

The landmark of Aurora City is the Burj Al Arab, Mangalam's landmark is the Dawn Goddess, and the landmark of Vern is Adinas, revered as the progenitor of Spirit Beasts.

It was a gigantic flying dragon with extremely broad wings. It was covered with pitch-black scales and thick special armor. Its limbs were sturdy and its mouth was open. If it was at night, you could see a blazing flame accumulating in its mouth. On the back of the dragon, there was a majestic man standing proudly holding the dragon's reins. He was the owner of the flying dragon Adinas, the former ancestor of soul beast masters - the great sage Wang Meng.

That’s right, the real soul beast master system was developed and promoted by Wang Meng. Before him, although there were people who controlled soul beasts, because there were no contract runes and no complete summoning system, the beast masters at that time were called beast masters, not the current soul beast masters. And this flying dragon Adinas was the first soul beast in history to sign a summoning contract with humans, and was also the absolute king of the Verne Forest. The peace agreement between the current soul beast leader and the Verne people was also decided by the great sage Wang Meng...

And the name of this progenitor of Spirit Beast masters is also the origin of the name of this Vern capital city—Nas City.

Stepping off the train outside the city, several mentors from the Vern Sanctuary were already waiting there. Though their attitude was not as cold as that of the mentor in Mangalam, it certainly could not be described as particularly warm. After politely confirming their identities, the mentor quickly said, "We knew you would arrive today. The disciples of the Beast Holy Sanctuary have been waiting for quite some time. Please follow us."

Is this going to turn into a fight right away?

Fantasy grumbled inwardly, clutching the over thirty thousand euros he had managed to scrape together, realizing they would likely go unused.

The group followed the mentor into the city. Unlike Mangalam's obsession with holy light, this was a city madly infatuated with Spirit Beasts and reverent of nature.

The broad city walls were more like a mountain face, and indeed, they were a stone mountain that had been hollowed out, with the entire Nas City built around it. Thus, the 'city gate' when entering was quite long, like a tunnel stretching for hundreds of meters. However, large Spirit Crystal lamps were always lit inside, providing ample light and preventing any sense of darkness.

Once inside the city, the buildings were even more varied and peculiar. There were many 'round houses' and 'tree houses.' The round houses were easy to understand; the elliptical roof design performed excellently in earthquake resistance and made it easier to control the temperature and airflow inside, offering features such as warmth in winter and coolness in summer. Of course, the main reason was that from the air, they looked like stones scattered throughout this 'nature.'

The so-called tree houses were not actually huts built on trees but extensions of large cylindrical buildings, with elliptical rooms resembling tree canopies extending out, looking like giant 'metal spores.'

Indeed, the material was metal. The construction materials here were almost entirely pure metal. As the capital of Spirit Beast Masters, Nas Ancient City needed to create various equipment for large or peculiar Spirit Beasts, so it also had the best foundries of the League of Blades. Due to its location deep within the Vern Forest, rich in mineral resources, the city produced a wide variety of metals, making it possible to build an entirely metallic city.

Moreover, while Spirit Beast Masters were gradually becoming rare in the declining League of Blades, they were everywhere on the streets of Nas City.

There were clumsy little Demon Bears stumbling along behind their owners, tiny fairies buzzing around their masters, and the common gentle Lulutos. There were also various massive, lumbering creatures following their owners, their towering figures causing earthquakes with every step.

The group finally understood why the city used metal for its buildings. Without metal, how could it withstand earthquakes? Forget wooden houses; even stone structures would likely crumble within a year or two under the relentless trampling of these creatures.

Kela, Wu Di, and Fantasy stared wide-eyed, and even Old Wang found it quite novel. While Vern revered nature, these unique, robust metal buildings were more 'technological' and modern than those in border cities like Aurora City, leaving people marveling.

"Freshly baked Spirit Beast bread, one piece will make your baby feel like flying!"

"Spirit Beast armor, Spirit Beast armor! Wolf form, bear shape, flying types, all sizes from eighty centimeters to eighty meters available! Amir's old family business, absolutely handmade, fake one, ten times compensation!"

"Nas Arena, tonight at eight, the championship match! Kahil, who has won sixteen consecutive matches, will face the challenge of a Hell Island Demon Wolf! Don't miss it!"

The bustling street was filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares, each trying to catch the attention of passing Spirit Beast Masters and tourists from all over.

But the one group that went largely unnoticed was Old Wang’s party...

On one hand, the casual attire here meant that Old Wang's party, dressed in roses, did not stand out much. On the other hand, the people here were not particularly concerned about such things, and their interest seemed even less than the so-called gladiatorial championship at eight o'clock that evening.

To be honest, the Vern Sanctuary’s provocation towards the Roses was more out of the Sanctuary’s own intentions. As an independent, self-sufficient small principality protected by the League’s conventions, they really didn’t care much about what happened in Aurora City or to the Roses. Moreover, there was also a Vern Spirit Beast Master Academy belonging to the principality, which wasn’t the only educational institution in the area. The provocation against the Roses was merely because the current head of the Vern Sanctuary was a disciple of Elder Fu Changkong from the Council, making it an internal action to support his master’s school.

Thus, it wasn’t until they reached the Vern Sanctuary that this feeling of being overlooked began to diminish slightly.

A group of disciples had been waiting at the entrance of the Sanctuary, led by someone Old Wang had met in Dragon City. He was around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with golden hair and blue eyes, standing with his hands behind his back, exuding a calm and composed demeanor, somewhat like a true expert.

Wiggins, the Magic Clam, ranked forty-third in Dragon City, even higher than Winnie’s ranking at the time. He was the captain of the Vern Sanctuary’s team and one of the elite disciples who had managed to enter the second level of the Dragon City Illusion, only being persuaded to retreat by Naga Luo at the last moment. He was undoubtedly a powerhouse.

Back when Old Wang’s squad had made quite a name for themselves at Fortress Sharpness, Wiggins had become quite familiar with these faces. Now, he took a step forward and extended his hand to Wang Feng: "Captain Wang Feng, we’ve been waiting for you."

In return, Old Wang shook his hand, but this guy didn’t let go after the handshake.

"Must have been a tiring journey, would you like to rest a bit?" His words were polite, but his expression was far from friendly, tinged with a hint of coldness. The next sentence was clearly unfriendly: "So you don’t say we bullied you later when you lose!"

They thought he was a decent person... Fantasi and the others raised their eyebrows.

"Thank you, thank you! No need, no need!" Old Wang waved his hands in gratitude, saying enthusiastically, "I’ve already bought my tickets. We need to finish up in half an hour and catch the next event."

When it came to showing off, Old Wang had never backed down from anyone.

Wiggins was taken aback, and the few Beast Holy Sanctuary members behind him also raised their eyebrows. Did this guy mean to resolve things with the Beast Holy Sanctuary in just half an hour?

Wiggins sneered, "I think you won’t be needing those tickets. Better start thinking about buying new ones."

"That would be such a waste!" Old Wang said with righteous indignation: "Don't worry, it won't take long to beat you guys; it won’t delay me! By the way, brother, which way is it to your arena?"

When it came to banter, how could a Holy Sanctuary disciple like Wiggins match Old Wang? He had intended to throw in a few light jibes, but ended up being thoroughly riled up by just a few words from the other side. Knowing that this guy was quick with his tongue, Wiggins gave a cold laugh and stopped replying. He turned around and led the way, saying only: "When you go home, I'll consider sending you a few stretchers!"

As if reflecting the city's style, inside the vast Beast Holy Sanctuary, there were metal buildings everywhere with oval-shaped roofs. The arena also had an oval roof, with the lights of Spirit Crystal lamps flickering above. The stands were already packed with disciples of the Beast Holy Sanctuary, who were there to cheer for their teams. There weren't many people, only a few hundred, as the number of members in the Beast Holy Sanctuary was not large. However, what was key was that there were so many Spirit Beasts... Every person on the stands held one, with smaller ones sitting at the front with their owners, while larger ones curled up at the back, filling the spacious arena that could hold two or three thousand people.

When the wide iron gate was pushed open, and the crowd saw star captain Wiggins leading Wang Feng and the others, dressed in Rose Team uniforms, into the arena, the previously quiet stands suddenly erupted into a chorus of roars.

"Victory for the Beast! Doom for the Rose!"

"Roar roar roar!"

The sudden synchronized shouts of hundreds of people, coupled with the terrifying roars of hundreds of Spirit Beasts, shook the roof, making the metal building hum! If one wasn't prepared, even an elephant might have been startled. A hint of a cold smile appeared on Wiggins' face as he glanced at Wang Feng beside him.

He had expected to see panic and shock on his face, but instead, the guy looked completely unperturbed, as if he hadn't heard the deafening roars at all. Not just Wang Feng, but also Winnie Lee and the big-chested girl who followed Wang Feng like a shadow showed no reaction at all, which made Wiggins secretly take them more seriously.

After all, these were people who had returned from Dragon City, a team that had achieved a three-zero victory against Mangalam under the watchful eyes of thousands of mad saint disciples. Using such small tricks to try to affect their state of mind was indeed a bit too naive.

He led the Old Wang Squad into the arena and then pressed his hands down slightly toward the crowd. The once noisy and boisterous arena instantly fell silent, including the unruly Spirit Beasts.

Good discipline, absolute unity, and the unique status of Spirit Beast Masters in the entire Nine Heavens world—this was the pride of the Beast Holy Sanctuary. The orderly roars and their simultaneous cessation added a touch of solemnity to this forty-ninth-ranked Holy Sanctuary.

There were some mentors present, but they were now spectators, showing no intention of coming down to officiate or act as referees, leaving everything to Wiggins below, clearly placing absolute trust in him.

"No need for pretenses, we'll follow the traditional challenge rules, best of five." In the now quiet arena, Wiggins glanced at Wang Feng and said coolly: "Aren't you in a hurry? Send out your first teammate."

Old Wang laughed heartily: "Winnie!" For convenience in reading next time, you can click the "Favorite" button below to record your reading progress (Chapter 381: Beast Holy Sanctuary). When you open your bookshelf next time, you will see it!

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