The Strongest War God-Chapter 1864: Leaning against the Wall

Chapter 1864: Leaning against the Wall

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"I was born beside the tree ancestor. I usually eat flowers and plants. I don’t eat meat or kill." The snow Qilin lowered its head, feeling inferior.

As a demon, he didn’t kill?

"Lester, he’s more suited to cultivate Buddhism than you are!" Braydon Neal said with meaning.

"I’m your second brother!" Lester Crawford was immediately displeased by the sarcasm.

Braydon patted the snow Qilin’s head and smiled faintly. "If you don’t want to kill, then don’t. You’re still young and not ready to see blood. Follow me from now on. If you don’t want to hurt anyone, that’s up to you!"

"Isn’t that the saint beast of Hundred Generation Mountain, the snow Qilin?"

Some of the girls recognized the creature and were shocked.

How could such a being become someone else’s mount?

The girl addressed Braydon more politely. "Senior, Immortal King Mountain doesn’t accept outsiders. It’s a sect rule. Please leave."

With that presence in Immortal King Mountain, they were not afraid of immortal peaks.

Braydon dismounted and walked up the stone steps, smiling. "Tell your ancestor an old friend has kept his promise and is here to meet them!"

"Old friend?" The sixteen girls exchanged confused looks.

Even they had never seen the ancestor’s true face, only the painting in the hall.

What kind of existence was this?

And this plainly dressed man dared to call himself an old friend?

How arrogant!

One of the girls quickly informed the sect elders.

In no time, a noble woman, an immortal emperor, flew over.

She wasn’t weak.

When she looked at them, she was stunned—three people and a Qilin.

But their cultivation levels, especially the Qilin and the black-robed young man, were like bottomless abysses.

"Why have you come to my Immortal King Mountain?" She cupped her hands and asked.

"You’re so long-winded! Can’t you be more straightforward? Since you were young, how many sects have you invaded? I don’t know what kind of person you are, but stop acting elegant." Lester was clearly displeased.

Ever since they were young, Braydon had led his brothers, breaking through countless mountain gates.

Now, he was actually being polite.

Anyone who didn’t know better might think Braydon was a law-abiding cultivator!

Without a word, Braydon raised his palm, and Lester was sent flying backward. "Braydon, you damn fool!"

"You deserve a beating!" Lord McAvoy glanced over, expressionless.

"Take me to see Rose. She won’t blame you." Braydon smiled at the lady.

"How do you know the ancestor’s name?" The lady was shocked.

That was the name of the ancient ancestor of Immortal King Mountain!

Braydon raised his left hand and pointed to the small, elegant script beside the door. "She carved my previous life’s name here. How do you think I know her name?!"

"What?" The noblewoman was dumbfounded.

The name of the white-robed youth was engraved there.

There was only one name in that inscription: Lukyan Flerov!

Her expression shifted in shock.

She knew very well what the name on the mountain gate represented.

The taboo of immortals, the ancestor of all immortals, the one who destroyed the immortal realm.

And now, he had returned?

"Senior, do you have any proof of your return?" she asked, bewildered.

"This is troublesome," Braydon muttered.

He had no tangible proof, but he was skilled in Lukyan’s techniques.

In an instant, a white shadow appeared behind Braydon.

The flying silhouettes looked like feathermen, covering the sky, just like the shadow of an immortal.

"Myriad Flying Immortal Technique!" The lady’s pupils shrank, and her face went pale.

She immediately knelt and kowtowed. "Immortal King Mountain welcomes the return of the immortal ancestor!"

"Bring me to her," Braydon demanded.

He wanted to see an old friend.

Immortal King Mountain had been closed to outsiders for countless years, but no one dared stop Braydon now!

Frightened, the lady hurriedly led the way. "The Patriarch is in seclusion and doesn’t deal with the outside world. Please wait, immortal ancestor. I will report to her and ask her to come out."

"It’s fine. Just take me to her directly," Braydon said, unfazed.

Little did they know, deep within the forbidden area of Immortal King Mountain, a small courtyard full of birds and flowers was home to a beautiful girl tending rare plants.

At her feet, a snow-white cat chased a colorful butterfly.

As Braydon climbed Immortal King Mountain, the girl’s clear eyes filled with tears.

She gazed into the distance and softly muttered, "It’s been 100,000 years. You’re finally here."

She remained in the courtyard, watching as the group approached.

Among them was Braydon.

Memories from long ago flooded his mind when he saw her.

Old friends reunited, and he was speechless.

Fortunately, Braydon was thick-skinned enough to break the silence.

"What is it?" the girl asked coldly, as if she didn’t like Braydon’s presence.

The black-robed Lord McAvoy crossed his arms, a playful glint in his eye. "A debt of love from a past life, being repaid in this one. Interesting."

"Is this the one who almost transcended?" Lester asked, curious.

Lord McAvoy nodded. "She’s already reached her limit. If her opportunity for transcendence hadn’t been cut off, she’d have transcended long ago."

The two whispered behind him, but Braydon remained unaffected.

He stepped into the courtyard and saw the white cat baring its teeth, trying to look fierce.

In the end, Braydon bent down, picked it up, and gently stroked its fur.

The kitten immediately surrendered, becoming docile.

"You still have this little guy!" Braydon said, looking at the fat cat.

He vaguely recalled gifting this kitten to Rose when it was just a month old and hadn’t even been weaned yet.

"Didn’t you die back then? How did you come back to life?!" the white cat spoke, surprising everyone with human language.

"Another reincarnation," Braydon replied. "But you, after all this time, still haven’t reached transcendence? You’re embarrassing your parents!"

Braydon rubbed the cat’s head.

This was no ordinary cat—it was a tiger!

In the immortal realm, this was the young master of the Azure Sea immortal tiger tribe, whose parents had already transcended.

However, the cat’s parents had been suppressed by Lukyan back then.

They should still be alive now, trapped in a secret place, unable to escape.

"Tell me, why are you looking for me?" Rose asked coldly.

"I haven’t seen you in years, so I came to catch up," Braydon replied.

Braydon, clever as ever, knew that if he brought up his real reason right now, it would definitely backfire.

It was better to rekindle their connection first.

Only then did Rose’s expression soften slightly. She glanced at Braydon and frowned. "Your cultivation is so low."

"I’ve accumulated too much. I need time to sort it out. I can’t rush it."

There was more to Braydon’s words than he let on.

The accumulation of power over ten thousand years was overwhelming, so naturally, he needed time to untangle his cultivation path.

"Aren’t you afraid your old enemy will reappear and destroy your path fruit in this life?" Rose asked softly.

"If I can’t transcend, no one can kill me," Braydon responded confidently.

Rose then looked at the black-robed Lord McAvoy.

She knew Braydon had tens of thousands of years’ worth of accumulated power and plenty of tricks.

With a transcendent expert protecting him, there really wasn’t much to fear.

Still, it was clear Braydon had come with a purpose.

He stayed in the courtyard for several days and refused to reveal his true reason for visiting.

After seven days in that small courtyard, filled with birds and flowers, someone finally emerged.

Leaning against the wall as he walked out, the white kitten at the door shot him a disdainful look.