Mage Adam-Chapter 375

The moment Adam spoke, everyone realized there was no point in negotiation. They wanted Adam’s mount, while Adam actually coveted their most precious inheritance. This was already an irreconcilable conflict—only when one side was subdued could it be resolved.

From stillness to action, no warning was needed. Over twenty streams of Vital Qi burst outward, each taking different shapes, pressing down on Adam all at once.

Adam raised his staff high with one hand, then smashed it down heavily. A shattering sound like breaking glass rippled through the void. At the point where staff met empty air, the surrounding gravity instantly came under Adam’s control.

The martial artists of Fallen Star City suddenly felt the weight on their bodies increase a hundredfold. The twenty weaker ones exploded into blood mist on the spot, leaving only their Martial Cores drifting in midair.

The six stronger ones—including the Lord of Fallen Star City—were dragged helplessly toward the ground, smashing human-shaped craters into the earth, left barely clinging to life.

For Adam, this didn’t even qualify as a battle. It was nothing more than a one-sided crushing, exactly as he had expected. But for the martial artists of Fallen Star City, never in their wildest imagination had they thought they would encounter such an enemy in the Mortal World of Qianyuan. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Adam dropped back down to the ground and walked up to the city lord. After letting Garfield dissolve back into a stream of water, Adam’s tone remained utterly flat:

“Hand over the inheritance, and I’ll spare your life.”

The city lord stared at him, blood running down his face. “Who are you? Someone like you can’t exist in the Mortal World… are you perhaps a Panda Martial Saint from the Sacred Realm?”

Adam’s voice didn’t waver. “Last chance. Hand over the inheritance, and I’ll let you live.”

The city lord gave a bitter laugh. “You dream of taking the Fallen Star Alliance’s inheritance? Impossible! Even if you kill me, you won’t escape unscathed. The Martial Realm, the Sacred Realm, and even the Celestial Realm all have branches of our Alliance. You’re finished! For the rest of your life you’ll—”

Bang!

Adam crushed his skull with a single hand, musing silently: So, above the Sacred Realm, it’s called the Celestial Realm?

The city lord’s head burst into fragments. From his body floated out two fully formed Martial Cores and one “embryonic” core. Adam didn’t waste time listening to empty threats—he could feel that if he lingered too long, true disaster would descend upon him.

Bang. Bang. Bang!

The other five were crushed to pieces simultaneously. Adam then looked up at the air above and asked:

“Are all the representatives of the city’s factions here?”

A small flower sprouted from the ground. “Yes, Master. Only some first-level martial artists and ordinary creatures remain in the city.”

“Garfield?”

“Master, it’s the same as before. Their inheritance isn’t recorded in writing, and since you don’t want their resources, this raid was for nothing.”

Adam had noticed by now that a martial artist’s level seemed to be determined by the number of Martial Cores within their body. The Fallen Star City Lord, at the peak of Level Two, had two and a quarter cores, showing he was progressing toward Level Three. That meant the Third Era’s cultivation system must have methods of refining energy—otherwise, even with nine Martial Cores, without a higher quality of energy, one’s strength wouldn’t improve much.

“Enough chatter. These resources are worthless to us. Don’t waste time in this city. Find the map—we must head to the nearest city immediately.”

“What about the people here?”

“Leave them. The command center only allows us to disrupt their social order, not to completely annihilate their inheritance. They’ll be preserved as samples for the next generation. Other magi will come later to harvest them.”

What followed was a calamity across the entire Mortal World Qianyuan Five—

A calamity brought forth by a single panda.

Qianyuan Five was not small, but Adam’s fearsome reputation forced the wars, which should have raged like wildfire, into silence. By sheer intimidation, he compelled representatives of all forces from the remaining thirty-some cities to gather in the central city, where the Realm Lord resided.

The Realm Lord, also a human, now wore a face darker than ever.

The title of Realm Lord was not something that strength alone could earn—at least not in most cases. It required appointment from the upper realm. It was, in truth, a thankless position. One’s performance would be evaluated; only if one excelled could they return to the upper realm to enjoy life. Otherwise, they would be stuck here, forced to live among trash. Adam’s presence now represented the greatest challenge to his performance that he had ever faced.

“The bear clan should give us all an explanation!” someone shouted through gritted teeth. “That panda—what’s his background?”

The bear clan’s representative, a black bear over five meters tall who couldn’t even fit in his seat, sat cross-legged on the floor. He spat in contempt.

“Everyone knows the panda lineage was long ago expelled from our clan! Back when you were capturing pandas, none of you said the bear clan owed an explanation. Now that you can’t beat one, suddenly it’s our fault? You already took all the benefits. And you? Who do you think you are? Want to fight me one-on-one?”

The man’s face turned blue, then white. He jabbed a finger at the black bear, shouting, “You—you’re twisting words and being utterly unreasonable!”

The black bear rolled his eyes. “Think what you want, I don’t care. We’re all of the bear clan, aren’t we? If he wants inheritance, so what if you give it to him? Who knows—maybe from now on the Mortal World Qianyuan will be ruled by us bears. As for you lot, either find a way to deal with him—assuming we allow it—or go home, guard your precious inheritances, and wait for the Panda Martial Saint to come knocking… and kill you.”

“You’re in league with him! He’s only this brazen because he has the support of the Sacred Realm’s bear clan!”

The black bear rolled his eyes so hard they nearly stuck, then stood up, dusting himself off. “And which of you sitting here is so clean? Even if he does have the Sacred Realm’s backing—so what? Who made the rules that he couldn’t seize your inheritance? If you’ve got the guts, send people from your upper realm down here, too!”

The Realm Lord was fuming at the bear clan’s attitude, but he couldn’t deny the truth in the black bear’s words. No rules existed. No one had the authority to impose them. If they could send forces down two realms, they wouldn’t hesitate. The problem was—they couldn’t.

With a dark expression, he blocked the black bear’s path. “Like it or not, this still involves the bear clan. You know you can’t wash your hands of it. If you don’t want to spark an all-out war between factions, stop acting so smug. Think of a solution. That’s what matters now.”

The black bear shrugged indifferently. “Sure, but don’t expect us bears to take all the risk while you sit back and watch the show. If you want a solution, bring something to the table.”

“Oh, and one more thing—those inheritances already stolen? They’re unclaimed now. Whoever can take them, owns them.”

Adam had no idea a conspiracy was already forming against him. Not that it would matter—he wouldn’t care. Right now, he stood with a strange look on his face, staring at the creature pinned beneath his foot, buried into the ground, unable to move.

It was a weasel.

The weasel bared its teeth and shouted, “Adam, I know it’s you! Damn it—why did you get reincarnated into such a cute creature?!”