Born Almighty Warrior

Chapter 201 Gilbert, Long Time No See!

"If there is a warrior who is already at the fourth grade of Bone Reinforcement, Alva, can you bring him

into the Heaven Melting Pagoda?"

asked Ricky, his mind far away.

"As you wish, my master," replied Alva, slightly bowing her head in respect. She slowly made her way

out.

"My revenge shall begin tonight,"

Ricky whispered to himself. Closing his eyes while letting out a sigh, he allowed his thoughts to wander

some more.

It was going to be a long night for him and the others involved.

Nightfall came too soon. The noise that once surrounded the entire Stone City had now been

weakened. The air got a little heavier as tension filled the place.

In the presence of Nate and Gilbert, there was also a sudden shift of atmosphere within the Nan Clan.

They all reeked of pride and disdain.

Inside the back room of the Nan Clan's headquarters were Gilbert and a few others. They sat around

an enormous round table with their chalices.

Those few others with Gilbert were none other than Nate, and his three Bone Reinforcement warriors.

It was expected for those three warriors to give it their best for the upcoming events. They had to break

through to become innate spirits. Being in the Bone Reinforcement meant greater responsibilities and

expectations.

"The materials required have been sent to the pill refiner, father. In just e few days, I believe that the

first batch of Young Wraith Blood Pills shall already be ready,"

Nate stated. The others in the room were carefully listening.

"As long as we've successfully refined once, we can refine again," Gilbert nodded in approval.

"Nate, my son, I strongly suggest that you follow Boris. This is important for the growth of our clan. So

that if we want to dominate the entire Realm of Wildness with a spiritual king, no problems shall arise."

"I understand, father. I'm assuming I've gained Master Boris' full trust, as he lets me deliver all the Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

materials," Nate responded with confidence.

"I'm glad to hear that. Now, after you take this batch of Young Wraith Blood Pill, it's time to elucidate

that little bastard,"

Gilbert said, gritting through his teeth.

"I will make sure of it, father. I don't need anything to block me as I break through into an innate spirit,"

Nate's words were filled with hatred and disgust.

"That useless kid. His spiritual meridians must all be destroyed. I can't believe he would change that

much after his experience in the Snow Sect. He must have a secret that he keeps,"

Gilbert said.

"My son, before you kill him, find out that secret and take it away from him. I would also like to have

what he managed to obtain from the Earth Fire Place. There's a possibility for it to be a top-level

spiritual weapon. Rumor has it.

If we, the Nan Clan, are able to offer it to Boris, then we all shall be gifted with his full trust," he

continued.

"Father, it is essential that we get our hands on that spiritual weapon. After all, it is top-level. All the

people around the Realm of Wildness want it," Nate said.

"Master Gilbert, as a top-level spiritual weapon, the Nan Clan should be the one to own it." Two of the

others in the meeting agreed with Nate.

"You people know nothing!"

Gilbert exclaimed, slamming his fists on the table. Some of his wine had spilled out of his golden

chalice.

"I know it's a treasure that's very difficult to obtain. However, you must know that we have no power to

hold it. Once everyone had been alerted that such treasure is in our possession, they will all want

nothing but for our clan to go down!

If that happens, how can we enjoy the weapon's powers? In this room, who can control it? Do we even

know the dangers it can open for us? We don't have a single clue!

Only the support of the spiritual king is of supreme importance! Only then can we have whatever

treasure we desire and use it to our own free will!"

"Forgive me, father. I got ahead of myself. I understand it now,"

Nate said with a little embarrassment of himself. The other Elders nodded in agreement.

"Always keep in mind that the trust of the spiritual king is all we need. Without it, we can all perish! After

all, that little bastard is favored by the chief of the Snow Sect,"

Gilbert stated, his eyebrows furrowed.

"We can't allow any mistakes. We'll send more people into the valley. If we let anything get in the way,

we will displease Boris and waste our efforts!"

"We understand,"

the two Elders spoke softly in unison.

"One more thing… Inform the people of the Nan Clan to never meddle with anything and avoid getting

in trouble with the Sun Clan for the time being. If we get all the Young Wraith Blood Pill, none of them

shall doubt our strength anymore."

With that, their meeting concluded.

The others, apart from Gilbert, went back to their respective rooms.

"I don't need any kind of distractions now, God. This is the most important event and it has to be

seamless," Gilbert said softly, obviously talking to himself.

"It's always during these crucial times when problems arise! That's where the fun begins!"

All of a sudden, Gilbert heard a voice which made him take a step back.

Boom!

Before he could react, flames were being thrown around him. He fell. When he opened his eyes, he

found himself inside a crimson space. He was inside the Heaven Melting Pagoda.

When dusk came, Ricky stepped inside the pagoda. Using his abilities, he was able to transform the

pagoda into a pile of dust, and returning things back to normal. Once again, they were back in the

meeting room.

Having lived there for many years, Ricky knew the entrance quite well.

"What… What is going on?"

Witnessing the immediate changes unfold before him, Gilbert, a vicious man, trembled in fear.

"Who's talking? Get out!"

Gilbert was shouting at that time, wishing that his alertness could save him.

"You asked God not to mess with you. Now here he comes!" the mysterious voice, belonging to Ricky,

echoed.

"This can't be…

How is this possible?"

Gilbert shook his head in disbelief.

Fear engulfed him. How could he have ended somewhere else in just a matter of seconds? It was very

vivid. He knew he wasn't dreaming.

"It makes me laugh when such a cruel, evil man crumbles in fear before me!"

Ricky laughed. Seeing Gilbert's terror-stricken face at that moment was priceless!

Ricky decided to reveal himself in front of Gilbert. Slowly, he walked towards him.

"Gilbert, it's been a while,"

Ricky let out a cold laugh while crossing his arms.

"You… You bastard!" Gilbert shouted in anger. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Before he could even continue ranting, Ricky waved his hand. Immediately, tongues of flames

mimicked a big palm, slapping Gilbert's face.

Unable to do anything, Gilbert fell back into the ground, his face filled with pain. On his face, the flames

left burning marks.

In that tower, even a demi-immortal warrior had no power. Gilbert, a warrior at the fourth grade of Bone

Reinforcement, was too weak to even put up a fight.

"You're an idiot. How dare you call me a bastard? Do that again and I'll show you who's stronger,"

Ricky said while staring nonchalantly at Gilbert on the ground.