The casting skills of the Short Devil tribe and the Short Human tribe were what all of the casting
masters in the world yearned for.
Ricky was no exception. He couldn't act polite and refuse Claire's gift. He grabbed it from her and held
it tightly in his hand.
"Thank you, Claire," Ricky told her.
"Thank you for saving my life!" Claire smiled. "Besides, I'm glad I could become friends with a genius
like you. It might come in handy again one day."
"Ha-ha. Okay!" Ricky replied with a smile. "So what are you going to do next? Are you going to seek
revenge on Xavier?"
"Of course not. We may want to cut him up into tiny pieces, but our strength is far below his," Peter
said. "First, we will gain more points. When we have enough points, we'll take the time to focus on
other things."
"If you guys are willing, I think we should continue destroying the devil race's strongholds together. It's
the fastest way to gain points," Ricky offered.
"Yes! That's exactly what I was thinking!" Claire exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement.
"Ha! It looks like you've caught another girl's heart, Ricky!" Mordechai told him through telepathy, trying
to hold back his laughter.
"When did you start resorting to gossiping, Mordechai?" Ricky replied with a sly smile.
To be honest, in the beginning, Ricky had regarded Claire as his friend. But ever since they got the
inheritances of the king and the queen, despite the physical distance between them, there had been a
trace of feelings between Ricky and Claire.
Ricky had to unwillingly give all of the credit for that to the king and the queen.
After some rest and recuperation, they continued hunting the devils by finding weak strongholds to
destroy.
While they did that, Ricky also learned about the casting skills that were held in the black jade token.
Even though it was only a small part of the inherited casting skills of the Short Devil tribe, Ricky was
impressed by its contents. He thought they were unfathomable.
"The Short Devil tribe's casting skills are unique. I've only learned some of them, but I'm already feeling
an epiphany. Some of their casting skills are even better than the casting skills in my Chaos Manual,"
Ricky told the Dragon Intent Grass.
"As far as I know, some of the casting skills in my Chaos Manual should come from the casting skills of
the Short Devil tribe.
If I can find the time, I can use the casting heritage in the black jade token and the Chaos Manual to
reach the casting road of Sage Level soon."
"You should do that if you can. Legend says that the casting skills that belong to the Short Devil tribe
and the Short Human tribe are inherited from heaven and earth. No other tribe in the world has ever
reached the same level as them," the Dragon Intent Grass explained.
"A casting master at the Sage Level will no doubt be respected in our continent, but in the
headquarters of the Short Devil tribe and the Short Human tribe, a Sage Level casting master would be
viewed as a newcomer to weapon casting."
"The Short Human tribe? I hope I can find some spare time so I can go there. Imagine if I got their
casting inheritance too," Ricky replied, feeling anticipation jolt through him.
"I wouldn't hope too much for that. They only share their casting skills with their own members," the
Dragon Intent Grass told him.
"How will I know if I never try?" Ricky pointed out.
"Damn it! He came here himself!" Peter said in a low voice from the spot where he was resting.
Ricky and Mordechai wrinkled their noses. They could smell strong poison in the air.
"Is it Xavier?" Ricky asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes. the members of his clan, the Hu Clan, are the only living beings in the central and outer regions
that could emit such strong poison smell," Peter confirmed in a whisper.
"It doesn't look like they're friendly. How dare they?" Claire said coldly.
But this time, Claire and Peter were not worried because Ricky was there to assist them.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Seconds later, six figures landed in front of them.
They were all young men and they all had black robes on. The purest form of poisonous aura was
coming off of them in waves.
The young man that was walking in front of them was clearly the leader because he had the strongest
poison aura. It was Xavier.
In the Hu Clan, he was the greatest talent. And in the whole central region, he came in fifth place out of
the top ten talents.
Xavier was built strong. He had broad shoulders and a small waist. Beneath his poisonous aura was a
layer of domineering aura.
"Xavier!" Peter bellowed in a hoarse voice.
"Peter, you did a great job destroying that stronghold! I didn't think you could do it," Xavier said with a
smile. "It was quite the surprise.
But unfortunately, I can't allow you to tell anyone else about this."
"So you're going to kill us to keep your secrets?" Peter spat, crossing his arms over his chest.
"That's correct. After all, if you tell the others the truth, my reputation will be ruined," Xavier admitted as
an evil smile spread on his lips.
"We know what you're really after. You want the water in the Black Poison Pond," Claire chimed in.
"Yes. It looks like I don't owe you an explanation after all," Xavier said, smirking. "So, do you want to kill
yourselves or do you want me to do it?
If I have to do it myself, your deaths will be miserable.
But before we settle that, I want to thank you. After all, without you, it would be almost impossible for
me to get some water from the Black Poison Pond.
So, in order to repay you, I will kill more devils after your deaths to mourn for you."
"You're a hypocrite! I don't get it! How could the Misty South Palace identity a person like you as one of
the top ten talents?" Peter roared. If he had the power in that moment, he would have pounced on
Xavier and ripped him into pieces.
"Now, now, don't start calling people names. All I know is that the martial world is made up of warriors
who can hide their true colors," Xavier replied, sneering.
"So...you're not going to kill yourselves. I guess I have to do everything, huh? Whatever. I can't wait to
see how powerful my poison will be after fusing with the water of the Black Poison Pond."
As Xavier spoke, black poison power gushed out of his pores.
Just like the Black Poison Devil tribe, the faint smell of black poison wafted from the inside of his body.
"Calling you hypocritical is being kind. You are the most shameless person I have ever met!" Ricky
growled as he slowly walked out from behind Peter.
"Yes. I've never seen anyone more despicable," Mordechai echoed.
It was not until Xavier and his companions heard Ricky speaking that they noticed his presence.
When he saw Ricky's white hair and face, Xavier's mouth dropped open and he exclaimed, "It's Ricky
with white hair!"
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