On this journey to the Eastern Regions' Swordhaven Keep, Andrew's power had advanced in two major ways. First, he had absorbed Blood Pith, which brought his physical constitution and the density of his true energy to their absolute limits. Even though he was not a martial emperor just yet, his body's strength and energy reserves were already comparable to those of one. Regardless, the third seal of his energy core was still locked. If that final seal ever broke, he would undoubtedly experience a terrifying breakthrough, with his power being completely unleashed. Nonetheless, for now, that was not possible. The second improvement was that he had obtained an unexpectedly divine weapon, which was the Godslayer he now held in his hands. Whether this greatsword could truly slay gods, Andrew did not know. However, he was certain it could cut down a martial emperor without a problem. Right now, he stood alone against two Martial Emperors from the Eastern Regions. "Fool! You're

Jose frowned. "But just now, Andrew was already seriously injured. Yet he relied solely on the Godslayer to kill one person and severely wound another. Johnny and Bodhi from the Eastern Regions were both Martial Emperors... Sure, they were only at the first stage of martial emperor, but they were still martial emperors, and Andrew is still only at the Martial Saint stage." He continued, "A weapon is useless if you don't know how to use it. How did he manage to defeat them?" Guillermo snorted coldly. "Perhaps it really is as Reginald said. That pawn of his might be breaking out of the chessboard and stirring up trouble for me." Jose shook his head. "Mr. Vazquez, the pieces on your board don't just walk off whenever they please. I think Reginald's just messing with our heads. The real problem lies with that sword. If you want, I can handle it myself. I'll take the sword back and teach that brat a lesson." Guillermo shook his head. "Don't do anything reckless. The rules of the gam

Victoria chuckled. "Don't pressure Andrew to answer that kind of dangerous question." Then, she turned to Andrew and said, "You should go. Patriarch Donovan is looking for you. As for Tiana and me, we're planning to head back to Gabo Creek tomorrow." Andrew frowned. "Why go back? You could both just stay here in Chetvine. Especially you. I promised I'd help you rebuild your energy core. I've already made some progress on that." There was a flicker of warmth in Victoria's eyes, but she quickly shook her head. "You fool. Don't waste your time worrying about me. You have your own goals, your own path to carve out. As for me, whatever happens, happens." Andrew's expression hardened. "That's not how I see it. I promised I'd help you recover, and I meant it. You've treated me like your own, so even if I have to walk through fire, I'll heal you. You need to believe that." Victoria stared at him for a long time. In her eyes flickered gratitude, joy, and something softer, something sh

Flynn Lloyd, another middle-aged man from the group, nodded. "Alchemy has always been the exclusive domain of the ancient sects. Among them, the Divine Alchemists behind the Sovereign's Apothecary hold absolute control over the field. We all know how profitable and influential alchemy can be. It is powerful enough to establish a royal house on its own." He continued, "But for a family like the Lloyds, an old powerhouse with deep roots, turning the ship around or changing industries is nearly impossible. Not just us, the other two royal families and the five great clans can't break into the alchemy business either. "You've done something remarkable. Even if your Medicine God's Covenant is still small, your core strength as a ninth-grade supreme alchemist gives you the potential to bring it to the entire Holtrien, and maybe even beyond." Andrew replied calmly, "I'm not interested in dominating the industry. I just can't stand the Sovereign's Apothecary's arrogance. Besides, why sho

Andrew said calmly, "I only have one question. Between the two factions of the Advanced Medical Institute, is there anyone who doesn't bow to the Robertson family?" Merlin nodded. "There is. The late director's top disciple, Koda Dawson, the Demon Hand. He's a top-tier martial saint, just one step away from becoming a martial emperor. His strength might not be extraordinary, but his ambition and cunning are something else entirely. "We have solid proof that he was the one who killed the director, but instead of being punished, he now commands nearly two-thirds of the Institute's disciples and guest elders." He added, "And opposing him is the Advanced Medical Institute's Grand Elder, Corbin Easton! Lorenzo is Corbin's backer and supporter. Right now, with Lorenzo's support, Corbin is gradually turning defeat into victory and suppressing Koda." Andrew stood up and smiled. "Then that settles it. I'll get going. I'm not asking for much, just taking away a dozen or so alchemists fr