Born Almighty Warrior

Chapter 290 Advanced Mortal Level Casting Master

"Soar, it's time for us to leave. We'll close off the entire secret basement forever." Ricky's gaze was

fixed into the two dead bodies on the ground.

After mentally saying his final goodbyes, Ricky and Soar escaped from the secret basement through

the Chaotic Fire Zone. Before they left, they smashed the base of the rocky mountain to bury all the

sorrow and pain underneath.

...

The sun was just about to bloom on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich

blue.

Returning in the Arhat Palace, Kristen had led the men from Manor Palace to clean the place.

"Is everything going well?" Bastian gently tapped Ricky's shoulder.

"We've got all the resources of the Arhat Palace." Ricky took out the silver storage ring.

"The storage ring. Only the innate spiritual king can own it. I can't believe I'm seeing it with my own

eyes." Excitement filled Trent and Bastian when they saw the ring.

"Trent, Bastian, this storage ring belongs to you now. After that, it will be the Treasure Tower of our

Manor Palace," Ricky declared.

Trent and Bastian were surprised. Their brains formulated no thoughts other than to register the shock

of what they just heard.

What all this meant was that they would manage all resources and treasures of the Manor Palace!

Ricky truly trusted them.

"R...Russell, it..." Trent was having a hard time forming words.

"You better not decline him, Trent. After all, you are the one responsible in the casting industry. It's

going to be convenient for you to get materials." Tyson grinned.

Kristen who was standing beside Tyson nodded in agreement.

"Thank you for your trust," they answered firmly without objection. Grateful looks evidently seen in their

faces.

"By the way, Russell, have you met Anne and Myron?" Tyson curiously quipped, changing the subject

of the conversation.

"Yes, but the both of them died. I destroyed the secret basement before Soar and I left. The rubble

would serve as their graves," Ricky sighed forlornly. He bowed his head solemnly as he relived the

memories that happened in that place.

"What happened?" Kristen furrowed her brows. They got concerned and confused when they saw the

pained expression etched on Ricky's face.

Ricky spared no detail and told them all things about Anne and Myron.

They all fell in silence after processing what they just heard.

"Russell, what you did was right. Let the secret basement be a resting place for them forever," Kristen

broke the silence. She looked straight into Ricky's eyes to reassure him that everything would be fine.

...

"Bastian, wait a minute, you divided the components of the storage ring into eight. Keep our share and

send the rest to the seven Forces as we promised," Ricky ordered. He also stated that they must leave

the most useful things for themselves.

"I understand, Russell. But the resources are so precious and I really don't want to do this," Bastian

argued.

"Don't worry. Our Manor Palace will be rich soon. My casting weapons, and also Trent's, will be

helpful." Ricky smiled reassuringly.

"Russell, we are only casting masters of intermediate Mortal Level. In the Upper Region, that's not

going to be enough." Trent was a little upset. He thought that Ricky's goals were too lofty.

"Now that the casting masters of the intermediate Mortal Level aren't enough, we are going to try to be

the casting masters of the advanced Mortal Level," Ricky confidently declared. The glint in his eyes

says that he was very determined.

"Russell, are you kidding me? It's very difficult to reach the advanced Mortal Level!" Tyson exclaimed.

He was surprised that Ricky even thought of such an impossible thing. Even Trent and Bastian was left

confused.

But Kristen said nothing and merely assessed Ricky with big, serious eyes.

"It doesn't matter if you believe me or not. We'll see what happens in two months," Ricky asserted

confidently. "In that amount of time, Trent and I are going to be the casting master of the advanced

Mortal Level."

Tyson felt slightly shaken as he looked at Ricky's confident expression on his face. He had known

Ricky for quite some time now. Everything from the way he held himself, to the way he spoke, to that

look of unassailable confidence in his eye said he could do it.

Trent felt excitement rising in his chest.

He had never thought about it -- the casting master of the advanced Mortal Level. He wasn't even a

demi-immortal warrior, which was considered as the basic of becoming a casting master of the

advanced Mortal Level!

"Russell, it's a promise. We are going to make it happen one day," Tyson assured, sharing the level of

confidence Ricky was wearing.

"Ha, I'll keep my promise. It's a deal." Ricky chuckled. "But within two months, the affairs of the Manor

Palace depends on you. Our main task is not to fight against the seven Forces but to recruit some Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

formidable warriors.

Of course, I think that the seven Forces will not spare their time just to provoke us. They are busy

looking for opportunities of becoming an innate spiritual king.

The warriors that we should recruit should be at least at the sixth or seventh grade of Bone

Reinforcement. They are going to be strong enough for us. The warriors' qualities are the most

important."

"Don't worry. I can manage everything well. You should focus on practicing your casting skills," Kristen

remarked.

"Thank you, Kristen. During this period, I'm afraid the income of our Manor Palace could only rely on

hunting beasts. Tyson and Bastian can be in charge of it," Ricky delegated.

"Oh, good! I like hunting best!" Tyson grinned happily.

"Tyson, before you go out, please let me know. I will ask Soar to go with you for fear of accidents or

something dangerous. After all, we are new here and the seven Forces aren't friendly to us," Ricky

insisted.

"I appreciate you concern, Russell. But I think it's best if Soar would stay and protect the Manor Palace

from danger. What's more, I have the innate spiritual ball. I will remain safe unless I fight against an

innate spiritual king," Tyson reassured Ricky.

"All right."

...

To practice their casting skills, Ricky and Trent stayed in a remote and unnoticeable courtyard. They

had prepared the casting materials in advance and began to improve their casting skills.

Ricky felt worried about the seven Forces, so he made Soar watch the seven demi-immortal leaders

secretly.

"Russell, when you said that I can be the casting master of the advanced Mortal Level within two

months, were you serious about that?" Trent asked. He still had doubts because the task seemed too

daunting for him.

"Just wait and see what happens. During the first month, you have to watch my cast process," Ricky

ordered. He wanted to reassure Trent as much as possible since he believes in his casting abilities.

"I will do as you wish. I trust you," Trent replied.

Although it seemed like an impossible task, to be the casting master of the advanced Mortal Level was

Trent's dream. He couldn't wait to watch Ricky's casting process. He knew Ricky was a genius and he

could progress even just by watching him.

Ricky began controlling his breath. He started casting a weapon.

Casting was not only done to cast a weapon but also to cultivate two Supreme Skills. During the

casting, Ricky's level would improve greatly and quickly.

Ricky's objective in mind as he started casting was to become the master of the advanced Mortal

Level.

For the longest time, he was called as a casting master of the intermediate Mortal Level. It was about

time for him to make a breakthrough.

However, the others didn't think so. To reach the advanced mortal level seemed too intimidating for

them.