Mage Adam-Chapter "374"

Adam never dragged his feet when making decisions. Since he had already resolved to leave, he would not hesitate when the time came.

Even when Yandai and the other tribal elders pleaded with teary eyes for him to stay, he remained unmoved.

Well—Yandai was already crying.

“Wuuuu… Bamboo Rice, Chief, I beg you. Please, don’t leave the tribe for the next few years. The outside world is truly dangerous. The powers out there are hundreds of times stronger than the tribes in these mountains. You might be able to sweep across the forests, but can you sweep across the entire Qianyuan Mortal Realm?” a female panda cried.

“Yes, I can,” Adam replied firmly.

Yandai chose to ignore Adam’s answer and continued, “We mean you no harm. Right now, the outside must already be engulfed in war. Listen to me, stay here.”

Adam shook his head resolutely.

Yandai suddenly burst into wailing: “Little Bamboo Leaf, I’ve failed you! I couldn’t take good care of your son—I’ve failed you!”

Adam was unmoved.

After a few minutes of useless sobbing, Yandai abruptly stopped crying and let out a heavy sigh. He knew he could not keep Adam:

“Since you insist on leaving, then at least go seek refuge with the Bear Clan. You are different from us—the Bear Clan will take you in. In times of chaos, it’s best to have a mighty tree at your back to provide shade. That way, you can also avenge your mother faster. And… don’t kill too many people. If you slaughter too much, you’ll become everyone’s enemy.”

That afternoon, Adam left the forests with the Forest Elves.

What Yandai said was not wrong—whether seeking shelter with the Bear Clan or avoiding excessive bloodshed—but such advice was only useful for ordinary people. For Adam, it was completely unsuitable.

As for backing, he already had an entire mage legion gradually approaching this void as his support. Once they arrived, countless mages would descend into this realm. As for the matter of becoming a public enemy, Adam cared even less. It wasn’t arrogance—there simply wasn’t anyone in the Qianyuan Mortal Realm who could kill him. Not even a Tier-3 World Lord.

In fact, becoming the enemy of all could even be advantageous—it would stir the waters faster.

“Master, where are we going?” Sophia, in her battle form, carried Adam through the skies, her voice a little uncertain.

Creating cultivation methods for the Forest Elves was not too difficult, but forging a method suitable for Sophia was far trickier. Even after much effort, Adam could only allow her to adapt to manifesting her true body with vital energy—when it came to combat, she was completely unreliable.

The system of the Third Era seemed innately repulsive to extraordinary races.

“Lina.”

“I am here, Master. At our current speed, if we fly southeast for two days, we’ll reach the original location of the Panda Tribe. Beyond that lies Falling Star City. I’m sorry, Master—our abilities are greatly limited here. We cannot pinpoint further, only that the vital energy in that region reacts violently.”

Adam adjusted Sophia’s direction and replied, “It’s fine. That’s already very helpful. Once we reach Falling Star City, you can order your kin to scatter. What I need is a map—not too detailed, but it must mark the locations of major forces within the cities, especially the gateways leading to the Martial Realm and to Mortal Realms One and Four.”

“Yes, Master,” Lina bowed and obeyed.

The Panda Tribe was far too isolated. The only large city they knew of was Falling Star City. They couldn’t even explain clearly where the Bear Clan resided. Adam could only gather the intelligence himself.

According to Yandai, Falling Star City was a human-dominated city. Within a single city, more than twenty forces were entrenched, each led by a Tier-2 warrior. The City Lord of Falling Star City had reached the peak of Tier-2 and was recognized as the number one expert in the city.

More factions meant more techniques. Though Adam held little hope, he still needed a test case. If the harvest was worthwhile, he would continue to destroy cities. If not, then he would directly force open the connection points, eliminate the World Lord, and replace him.

Creatures like dragons might exist in the Martial Realm or the Sacred Realm, but in the Qianyuan Mortal Realm they absolutely did not. When people encountered the unknown, they often fell into panic. Some of that panic became fear, driving them away from the unknown. Another portion turned into greed, pushing them to seize it.

Those who feared were mostly the weak—it was the instinct to survive. Those who were greedy were usually the strong—it was the instinct to possess.

Everyone living in Falling Star City considered themselves strong. They would never let Sophia go. Her mere appearance was enough to stir their hearts. If they could possess such a mount, it would bring their faction incomparable prestige.

As for the panda? Who would care? Pandas—what use were they beyond being laughable?

Adam, astride his dragon, halted outside Falling Star City, waiting for the city’s experts to appear. At the same time, the city’s strong were observing him, though they only saw him as prey.

Anyone who had climbed to the top of a faction in such a complicated city was no simple figure. All of them ascended into the sky together. With just a few exchanged glances, they communicated their intentions—then vital energy surged as they roared toward Adam.

Each would use their means—first come, first served.

“Gahaha! Master, it seems they don’t take you seriously at all.” Garfield, perched on Adam’s shoulder, gloated. It had been a long time since he’d seen fools dare to underestimate his master.

Adam expressionlessly grabbed Garfield, kneading and pulling until the little creature stretched into a silver staff. Then he patted Sophia, signaling her to revert to ordinary form.

A total of twenty-six Tier-2 warriors hovered in the air, eyeing each other warily. One of them asked:

“Where’s your mount? What is that creature?”

Adam let them surround him, his calm voice entering each of their ears:

“Are you the entirety of Falling Star City’s Tier-2 warriors? Are you the City Lord?”

Seeing Adam so unafraid, everyone frowned. Flight was a privilege of warriors—yet they could not gauge his level.

The man Adam pointed to raised his voice:

“That’s right. Who are you? Since when did the Panda Tribe have someone like you?”

The City Lord still remembered sending men to the Panda Tribe years ago. He hadn’t valued their combat strength—only their brewing techniques. Back then, he thought nothing of their disappearance, not worth chasing. But now, it seemed the pandas had stumbled upon some great fortune in the forests.

“And your mount—where did you obtain her? Hand her over. Tell me the location. Then I’ll allow your tribe to live in Falling Star City.”

Adam gave no answer. Instead, standing tall, he gripped his staff one-handed and said in a level tone:

“Hand over your cultivation techniques and martial arts manuals, and I may spare your lives.”