All Chapters of Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery: Chapter 401
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Chapter 400: Vivian Woods and Duwe Sparrow.
A man appeared with two escorts along his side, his gait the practiced arrogance of nobility.He held a fan in one hand, the painted feathers flicking as he spoke; the two escorts flanked him like coiled vipers, their martial auras leaking in thin, dangerous threads that cut the air.They were dressed like high nobles—silks stitched with gilt, boots polished to mirror sheen, sigils of rank glinting at their collars.The presence of all three was an accusation: wealth, entitlement, and threat wrapped in motion.“I can’t believe you have rejected my marriage proposal several times, and now I see the woman I fancy walking with some strays — and who knows from where,” the man spat, a vein bulging in his temple as his words rushed like hot iron.His pride trembled like a struck gong. “And don’t tell me you are escorting them to your family’s estate as guests.”“So what if I am? That’s none of your business,” Vivi replied coolly; the edge in her voice was a blade in silk. She didn’t flinch.
Chapter 401: You’re not tired, right?
The gates of the Woods estate loomed like the jaws of a fortress, carved from dark oak reinforced with iron filigree and emblazoned with the Woods family crest — a sprawling tree whose branches stretched like veins across the polished wood.The guards stepped aside instantly when they saw Vivian approach, their halberds raised in unison to salute.Behind her, Oasis and his companions followed, their presence drawing curious glances from servants and retainers moving about the outer court.The estate itself was vast, a city within the city.Pathways paved with river stone wound between lantern-lit gardens, koi ponds shimmered beneath arched bridges, and banners of emerald and gold fluttered in the breeze.The scent of sandalwood and blossoming night-flowers perfumed the air.As they passed through layered courtyards, each grander than the last, they were finally led into one reserved for honored guests — an expansive courtyard flanked by elegant pavilions, its open hall framed with car
Chapter 402: A fish gasping for air and landed in an eagle’s claws.
Around the same time in the city — Sparrow Estate.The heavy wooden door to Duwe’s chamber slammed shut behind him with the rage of a man wounded in pride.He stormed in, fuming, and kicked a porcelain vase so hard it skittered and shattered across the tiled floor; lamps teetered and gave way to his fury, sending warm light scattering like frightened insects.The room smelled of spilled wine and perfumed oils; velvet cushions toppled under his booted feet as he screamed into the wood-paneled silence.Every careless strike echoed off painted screens and carved beams.“Who the fuck does that bitch think she is and who was that dark skinned kid with her there,” Duwe shouted to himself, voice rough and ragged.He paced, fists clenched, breathing hard.“And thinking about it I don’t know anyone like that from the Kingdom, definitely not from here — even the ascent from the one who put his blade on my neck was not of around her, damn who are these people,” he snarled, fists hammering some u
Chapter 403: Truth about the Pseudo Enlightened realm.
In the main courtyard of the Sparrow Estate, serenity wrapped itself around the air.The sound of flowing water whispered beneath the elegant wooden bridge, where a pond stretched out, shimmering with golden and white koi fish that danced lazily beneath the surface.The garden was perfectly manicured—old cherry trees leaned with age yet still held grace, lanterns hung from carved posts, and polished stones lined the pathways that connected each pavilion.A man stood at the center of this peace, tall and broad-shouldered despite the years etched into his frame.His robe was minimalistic—soft grey with faint golden threads at the hem—but the quality was unmistakable, woven from rare silks only nobles could afford.His hair, once black as the midnight sky, now carried streaks of white, as did his well-trimmed beard.Yet his eyes… his eyes burned with vitality, steady and profound, like an old mountain that had weathered centuries of storms.This was Jupiter Sparrow, Patriarch of the Spar
Chapter 404: Insight and Beauty.
“And even to this date, only a few know about this truth, for his family made certain the rumors about the Pseudo-Enlightened were spread as such,” Jupiter said, his voice low, his eyes still reflecting the koi that rippled beneath the bridge.His tone carried centuries of weight, the kind of authority that did not need to shout to command attention.Nova’s brows furrowed, her robe swaying lightly in the courtyard breeze.“Then, Father… how do you know about this? And where is this master now? Someone like that should be famous across the entire world.""A being of such cultivation could live not just for centuries, but for hundreds of decades more.”Jupiter’s gaze shifted, as though the wind itself carried him into memory. “Nova… have you ever heard of someone named the Whispering Sage?”Her lips parted slightly. “Yes, Father. When I was young, you once told me a stories about someone with that title.”Jupiter nodded slowly, the faintest trace of a smile touching his face.“Yes… that
Chapter 405: Sudden Orders.
“Your affinity is dark affinity, right?” Oasis said to Daku as they walked through the beautiful streets of the city, where colorful stalls lined the cobblestone roads and the air carried the fragrance of roasted chestnuts and sweet candied fruit.“Yes, yes it is,” Daku answered, keeping his hands tucked behind his back as he walked just half a step behind Oasis, matching his pace.“Can you manipulate gravity? I fought someone who could manipulate gravity,” Oasis said, his expression calm, though his mind briefly wandered back to his clash with Varian, who had wielded dark mana with frightening precision.“To a certain degree, I can,” Daku replied with honesty.“Mmhh… it seems we have to spar when we get back to the Woods estate. I want to understand your strength well,” Oasis said, his tone neither commanding nor soft—it was simply resolute.Then, his eyes flicked toward Daku, his gaze sharp as a blade. “Tell me, Daku. Are you with us and betraying your guild because you think you ca
Chapter 406: Pecunia Merchant Association- Florentis Branch.
Oasis stepped out of the BB Barber-Surgeon, the wooden door creaking lightly behind him. Late Sunlight spilled across his figure as he emerged with a new look.His once wild, shoulder-length, tousled hair were now trimmed neatly into a refined style of short, faded layers locks, the strands falling just above his ears.His hair framed his sharp face, accentuating his youthful features, and for the first time in months, his countenance seemed lighter, less burdened by the messy mane that had aged his appearance.Near the barber’s stall, Daku was waiting.His eyes widened slightly, and he smirked as he studied Oasis.“Now one can tell that you’re just a small boy,” Daku teased. “The hair was making you look a bit older.”“You find the place?” Oasis asked evenly, ignoring the remark.On his shoulder, Vesta, in its crow form, cawed sharply, shifting its claws and pecking idly at the air, as if chiming in with approval of the change.Daku nodded, pointing toward the bustling avenue.Withou
Chapter 407: The Price of an Insult.
Oasis flicked his head lightly, his brown eyes scanning the hall as if searching for someone—an assistant, perhaps.His expression remained composed, his gaze sweeping past the one addressing him as though that man’s existence was nothing more than background noise.The dismissal was not loud, not voiced, but it was palpable—a quiet storm in its own right.To be ignored in such a way, in a hall full of nobles, merchants, and guards, was sharper than an insult.Murmurs erupted at once, buzzing like flies over spilt wine.“He dares ignore the young master…” whispered one spectator, his voice laced with disbelief.But before he could go further, the man standing beside him tugged urgently at his robe, pulling him back.His eyes flicked nervously toward Iren Booker and his entourage, his meaning clear: Do not involve yourself.To him, the situation reeked of danger—bootlicking might earn favor, but stepping too far out of line could just as easily bring ruin.His perspective was survival,
Chapter 408: Pride bleeding into madness.
Some voices carried awe, others fear, others suspicion.“What’s that token the kid is holding?” one man whispered, leaning forward.“Fool, can’t you see? That’s a VIP token of the Pecunia Merchant Association!” another hissed, his face pale with realization.“What happened to that person on the ground? Did you see anything?” a woman muttered, clutching her shawl tightly.“I don’t know—he just collapsed… we better leave this place, it’s getting dangerous,” said another as he tugged his friend’s sleeve, edging toward the exit.“Is he dead?”“Was he sick?”“Could it be mana deviation?”“Who are these people anyway? Did you hear his accent? He’s definitely not from around here!”“Is that token even authentic? Where would a country bumpkin get one?”“How do you even just see people you don’t know and assume they’re country bumpkins?” snapped another. “There are bigger places out there besides this city. Don’t be an idiot.”“Fool, you’re bootlicking now.”The noise filled the hall, a chorus
Chapter 409: Regal presence.
“Young Master Oasis?” Daku’s thoughts churned like a storm as he tried to unravel what had just unfolded before him.His sharp eyes studied Oasis—this youth who had already shown strength beyond reason, and now, before strangers and enemies alike, carried himself with words so steady, so deliberate, that even seasoned men would falter in comparison."Not only is he strong… but he also has a way with words. This is a complete cultivator…" Daku mused, his chest tightening with a mix of awe and unease."And if it truly is the Young Master who killed that man in front of all these people, while not a single soul here could discern how he did it… then without question, he is also a master of spiritual techniques."His gaze fell on Oasis’s calm, almost detached form—hands clasped behind his back, chin held neither arrogantly nor humbly, but with that faint aura of inevitability that great figures carried."And yet this fool dares to request a duel… who does he think he is? Is he even worthy