Chapter 271 The Journey To The Raksa Sea (Part Two)


    Then Darren headed for Skywalker Alliance. He knew that he had to prepare for the journey to the


    Raksa Sea before it was toote.


    A month was insufficient preparation time for the trip.


    "Darren, our master has sent for you." Boyce was overjoyed when he found Darren in his dwelling.


    "Sure. Tell Mr. Lou that I will be right there," Darren answered delightedly. It was no surprise that Chad


    would summon him.


    After several minutes, Darren was waiting in the ptial hall for an audience with Chad.


    "Oh, my dear nephew, Darren! Do have a seat," said Chad, warmly. The host didn''t make Darren wait


    for long. Though by the time he showed up, a dozen young warriors had already been waiting for a


    while. Chad ignored them and addressed Darren first. And, he beckoned to Darren to sit at the head, in


    front of Tom.


    "Good day, Darren!" a man conveyed his regards to Darren.


    "How are you doing, Darren?" greeted another young fellow enthusiastically.


    Though all the warriors present were aplished in martial arts, they remained pleasant and


    respectful in front of Darren. They had to for Darren had achieved much more, and, more importantly,


    he was higher in rank among the disciples.


    Darren remained silent. When a warrior greeted him, Darren responded by nodding. He sat down the


    minute Chad asked him to. It was impolite to speak in front of Chad before being spoken to.


    After Darren took his seat, Chad walked to the podium and began his speech. "Mighty warriors! Your


    presence greatly honors me. Tomorrow, you will begin your journey to the Raksa Sea." He paused and


    looked around. The sudden break made everyone wonder why Chad had stopped. The crowd re-


    summoned their wandering attention and listened with bated breath. Chad smiled and continued,


    "Therefore, before you go, I''d like to offer you some advice. I hope you will listen and learn."


    "Yes, sir!" all the men responded collectively.


    "The journey to the Raksa Sea is not only for my Primitive Stones but also for your development.


    As far as I know, the Raksa Sea is an ancient relic. Countless treasures have been unearthed there. An


    able man will return with many powerful weapons and rare books! But, of course, opportunity and


    challenge go hand-in-hand. You must be careful in this dangerous area. I sincerely hope that everyone


    here will return safely. Otherwise, how will I exin this to your rtives and friends?


    Although I always try to avoid talking endlessly, I have to emphasize this point again. Do remember


    what I will say next. In the Raksa Sea, there will bepeting superior talents, powerful demonic


    monsters, and even malicious border mutants!


    The border mutantse in a wide variety. They are born unrivaled. If you run into one, flee before it


    spots you, or it will be toote. Don''t ever think abouting face-to-face with a border mutant. And


    finally, stick together while you are in the Raksa Sea. If I find out that someone harbored malice toward


    his fellow warrior, I will execute the man with bad intentions myself! Do you understand?" Chad ended


    his speech on a stern note.


    "Yes, sir!"


    Everyone responded with one voice again.


    Darren nodded and thought that Chad was a man of integrity. He was expecting a long-winded speech


    that was devoid of substance. However, to his surprise, the speech was quite concise and sincere. He


    formed a good opinion of Chad.


    "Well, that''s all. This is the end of the meeting. Now, everyone should head for the treasure cab and


    im one handy weapon from my collection as a gift before your adventure," Chad announced. "As for


    Darren, you don''t need to go to the treasure cab. You will follow me," ordered Chad as he turned


    and left the hall.


    Everyone else was so used to their master''s preference for Darren that they ignored the partiality he


    had shown. As they scattered like birds and animals, Darren followed Chad.


    After about a quarter of an hour of walking, Chad stopped in front of a closed door. It was a backroom


    that was hidden underground. In it were several rare weapons and extraordinary armors. This was


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    Chad''s personal collection. The weapons in the treasure cab were nothing inparison to the


    truly exceptional treasures in this backroom.


    "Darren, don''t worry. I am not ying favorites. I brought you here because your cultivation base is not


    as strong as your fellows. So, pick something from here before you go. You will need it. If I were you,


    I''d choose something protective, like a shield, helmet, boots, or armor. Don''t omit anything on your list.


    Preparedness averts peril," Chad said earnestly.


    "Thank you very much, Uncle Chad. I won''t miss anything on my list." Darren obeyed, as always.


    Darren nced around. Although everything in the room was of a high-level and fancy to look at, they


    were unfit for his n. Darren wondered if he could pick anything from the room.


    When he was about to exit and apologize to Chad, Darren spotted several dim Primitive Stones lying in


    the corner, covered in dust.


    "Uncle Chad, why do you keep these Primitive Stones here? Aren''t they important?" asked Darren.


    Sharp-eyed as he was, Darren had already detected the fierce and profound Heavenly Repression


    Rule contained in the unimposing Primitive Stones.


    Darren wanted them eagerly, but he was afraid that his attitude would arouse suspicion. So, he asked


    bluntly as though he was just curious. His feigned sincerity worked!


    "Well, those. They are useless crap. Why do you care?" Chad questioned Darren. Though it was risky


    asking for them, Darren decided to make the request.


    "Really? Can I have them?" Under his calm facade, Darren''s heart beat faster as he waited for Chad to


    reply.


    "What for? I just told you that they are useless."


    "Oh, I like the color. Ghostly green has always fascinated me. Can I have them, just for fun?" Unsure of


    what to say, Darren floated quite ame excuse. Chad could easily refuse him as petty pleasures


    thwarted high aims.


    But, Chad doted on Darren for some reason. "Fine, take them if they will please you. Don''t waste time


    on them, though. And do not fiddle with them. Don''t ever think about absorbing what''s left in the stones,


    or you will embrace an ugly death. Do you understand?"


    "I won''t, Uncle Chad. Thank you, Uncle Chad." Once the precious Primitive Stones were in his bag,


    Darren randomly picked a shield and a weapon and left.


    The next morning at daybreak, several dozen superior talents, including Darren, headed for the Raksa


    Sea. Led by grand warriors, they reached the edge of an ancient altar.


    "Raksa Sea, here Ie!" an overly excited youngd hollered. Darren was also in a good mood. If


    they entered the primitive sea sessfully, he could find more Primitive Stones. If he managed to


    collect enough Primitive Stones, he would be able to achieve his goal of entering the Wonder Realm.