'So this guy is the lord of the Misty South Palace—the most powerful warrior in the Misty South!' Ricky
thought to himself excitedly once he recovered from his surprise.
'Why would such a great warrior come to my aid?' he wondered.
At this point, Ricky finally understood where the man's confidence was coming from and why he defied
those saints and admonished them like little children. The reason was simple: he was the best warrior
in the Misty South.
This fact also reassured Ricky because someone as accomplished as this guy would certainly not look
at Paul's inheritance with greed. Just as Otis told Ricky earlier, he would have been a spiritual
potentate if it weren't for the heavenly law's restriction.
He had already owned the strength to become a spiritual potentate, so why would he even need
another spiritual potentate's inheritance?
Warriors at his level were always arrogant, but they had the strength to back their attitude up.
"Thank you for saving my life, sir. I won't forget this," Ricky earnestly thanked Otis again.
"I was able to save you because those saints are not real masters. It was fortunate that the really
powerful ones didn't come here, or you would have been in grave danger. But don't let your guard
down! Even though those genuine masters didn't appear, it didn't mean that they are not after Paul's
inheritance.
Perhaps, they didn't dare to show up because they are scared of the Misty South Palace and me.
However, that fear won't stop them from trying to steal Paul's inheritance from you in secret, which
means that you are still in danger,"
Otis warned him sternly.
"I know, but at least I got out of the Grey Wind Land in one piece. Besides, you also bought me some
time to plan what I need to do," retorted Ricky with a resigned sigh. "Sir, please tell me how I can get
rid of them!" he added almost desperately.
If he wanted to deal with those saints, Ricky knew that he only had two choices. He could hand Paul's
inheritance over to them, or he could ask for Otis's help.
The fact that Otis already saved his life earlier meant that there was a good chance he would help him
again and save him from those pesky saints.
Ricky assumed that Otis helped him escape from those saints earlier because of his talent, and that
was why Otis had asked him if he had once been an incredible demi-spiritual emperor. Otis probably
wanted to confirm that he had once been an incredible demi-spiritual emperor.
"I've already lent you a hand, and I will continue to do so since I don't want Paul's inheritance to fall into
the hands of those mediocre guys. They can only think of themselves, so I wouldn't be surprised if it
would take the devil race's invasion to make them realize how short-sighted and stupid they are.
Perhaps, they have to see their own men slaughtered before they could think of someone other than
themselves!" Otis ranted agitatedly.
"Sir, please give me some advice!" Ricky pleaded as soon as he heard Otis' words.
"You have to rely on yourself if you want to get through this. But let me tell you one thing. The selection
of the Misty South Palace is about to begin. Warriors coming from both the outer region and the inner
region would undoubtedly come to participate in the selection process.
I suggest that you join that competition and work hard so that you can make it to the top ten. If you do,
you will become the Misty South Palace's core disciple, and no saint would ever dare to lay a hand on
you again!" suggested Otis earnestly.
"This is great! It turns out that the Misty South Palace is about to select disciples!" Ricky said almost to
himself, which the Dragon Intent Grass heard. It immediately replied,
"Brat, this is your best chance to get rid of those saints. Otis seems to admire your talent now, but you
must stand out among the other disciples during that selection. That way, he will attach even greater
importance to you."
"Yeah, I think so as well," agreed Ricky mentally before he turned back once again to Otis. He looked
at the benevolent man with a grateful smile and blurted out,
"Thank you so much, sir!" "Don't mention it. I just don't want to lose a genius with such great potential
as you.
Besides, I don't want those losers to end up with Paul's inheritance. And since you were once an
incredible demi-spiritual emperor, I felt like you are the perfect person to get Paul's inheritance. But I
want you to remember something important. Now that Paul's inheritance is in your hands, you have to
shoulder the burden brought about by that power!"
Otis strove to remind Ricky earnestly.
"I understand, sir. When that day comes, I won't let you down. I will fight with all my strength!" Ricky
declared with determination written on his face.
Hearing his answer, Otis responded with a satisfied nod. "I'm glad to hear that!"
He had investigated Ricky before, and got to know a lot about him.
Otis felt like Ricky was an honorable person, and he didn't regret saving him.
"Actually, I have one more thing to ask you. I thought that, perhaps, you would be a great candidate for
the next lord of the Misty South Palace. What do you think?" Otis asked out of the blue, rendering
Ricky speechless.
Just as Otis thought that he somehow understood Ricky, the opposite was true for Ricky.
He couldn't understand Otis at all! Why would he even think of such a thing?
'Although I am indeed a talented warrior, I don't think I'm good enough to be the next lord of the Misty
South Palace,' Ricky doubtfully told himself.
"You are a very talented young man, and in your tender age, you have already acquired a spiritual
potentate's inheritance. I believe that you will achieve bigger things in the future. As for me, I've been in
office for a long time already, and I feel like it's time to find someone who could be my successor.
You may not be strong enough at the moment, but who knows how strong you will be in hundreds or
thousands of years?
Now, tell me your answer," Otis continued as if he read Ricky's mind.
"If I agree with you, what's in it for me?" asked Ricky hesitantly. He didn't want to offend Otis, but he
needed to know more before he could make a decision.
Thankfully, Otis didn't look angry as he answered with a solemn expression, "There is no profit in it for
you, as being a member of the Misty South Palace means that you have to shoulder a great
responsibility.
During the selection process, you will have no one to rely on but yourself. I will not show you any favor
or help any candidates." "Oh, I see," answered Ricky promptly, sounding slightly disappointed.
"I won't benefit from it, as it would be all about taking responsibility."
However, having heard all this, Ricky felt a burgeoning admiration for Otis.
But he soon overcame his disappointment, and a serious expression took over his face. He looked Otis
in the eyes and told him fearlessly,
"All right, let me give it a shot. I'll work hard to become the first candidate. After all, my goal is to be the
strongest." "Ha-ha! I'm glad to hear that! You are indeed an ambitious young man. I'm looking forward
to your challenge,"
Otis retorted with a hearty laugh. "I won't let you down, sir!" exclaimed Ricky in high spirits.
He was fully aware that if he wanted to be the strongest, he would have to defeat Otis sooner or later
since he was currently the most powerful warrior.
The Misty South Palace had always employed this challenge as a way to select its new lord. Of course,
only warriors whose characters had been recognized by the Misty South Palace were qualified to
challenge the current lord.
"But don't get too excited about that. You'd better focus on becoming the core disciple of the Misty
South Palace first, and it would probably take you at least a thousand years to defeat the other
candidates for the next lord. Don't make the mistake of boiling the ocean.
You should concentrate on the current matter first," reminded Otis.
"I will, sir! Thank you for your advice," Ricky politely answered, nodding his head seriously.
"All right, take care of yourself. I hope that you will grow famous for your strength in the entire Misty
South. It's up to you how you will spend the time before our selection.
See you then," said Otis, waving his head in farewell.
"Wow, he just left without looking back,"
Ricky murmured in a low voice as he watched Otis disappear from his view. However, he didn't blame
Otis.
The moment he left the Snow Land, he became aware that he should rely on himself for everything.
Besides, he had just gotten to know Otis today, and he had already done so much for him.
"Where are you going after this?" the Dragon Intent Grass curiously inquired.
"Well, I can't go back to the Five-element Sect before I become the Misty South Palace's core disciple.
But those Sage Level forces would certainly try to come after me.
Therefore, I need to think about how to keep myself alive while waiting for the Misty South Palace to
start their selection.
Even if they think that Otis has taken Paul's inheritance from me, they won't dare to come after him. So
they will probably continue to chase after me so that they could find out more about Paul's inheritance,"
Ricky responded.
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