Emperor Samuel Farr had never seen the Imperial Advisor so interested in anything before. Thinking of his own failing health, he immediately formed an idea.
"Originally, I intended to visit such a place of spiritual wonders myself. But considering the long journey, it seemed inconvenient. Now that the Imperial Advisor is going, I can truly rest assured. I've decided to join you and see this Galor Village for myself—why is it so miraculous?" Emperor Farr laughed heartily as he spoke.
Advisor Nate Easton immediately understood the emperor's intentions—he was unwilling to die of old age. In fact, Farr had tried more than once to obtain the means of cultivating longevity from him, but Nate Easton never had any interest in teaching someone who spent his days lost in wine and women.
In his view, Emperor Farr's current state meant he would last, at most, another three to five years before passing away.
Still, Nate Easton wasn't surprised by Farr's early demise. Their cooperation had always been pleasant—Farr mobilized the entire empire's resources to find spiritual items for him, saving Nate a great deal of time and allowing him to cultivate in peace. Helping Farr clear a few obstacles was nothing more than a casual favor.
"If Your Majesty wishes to see for yourself, there is naturally no problem," Nate Easton quickly weighed the benefits.
If Galor Village truly possessed top-tier spiritual treasures, they would of course be his. If it harbored many spiritual peaches like the Sunset Peach, he could leave a few for Farr to eat, letting the emperor live a few more years.
Standing nearby, the newly rewarded Walter Shea hurried forward to flatter, "Your Majesty, Galor Village is absolutely the best place to build a palace. No villagers there seem to fall ill now, and those who were sick have all recovered quickly. Not only that, even a man who'd been bedridden for more than ten years has recovered and can walk freely now."
"Oh, is that so?" If Farr had previously just wanted to see the Imperial Advisor's reaction, after hearing Walter Shea's words, he was now determined to visit Galor Village himself.
Years of comfortable living and excessive indulgence—especially in women, his greatest vice—had ruined Farr's health. He sensed that if he didn't find a place to recuperate, he might not live much longer.
A place like Galor Village was exactly where he wanted to go.
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The tranquility of the small mountain village of Galor was shattered. Recently, all sorts of people had arrived, some even staking claims and opening shops, and they began planting all kinds of fruit.
However, these people soon left again, for the king and Imperial Advisor of the Prime Empire had personally come, and rumor had it they intended to build a palace here.
With the king present, naturally there was no more business for the merchants or anyone else.
As soon as Nate Easton reached the outskirts of Galor Village, he knew he had come to the right place—his face was flushed with excitement.
The spiritual energy here was not only dense but astonishingly pure. He hadn’t even begun cultivating, yet his level jumped from Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer to the Seventh.
At the moment he broke through to the seventh layer, Nate Easton's whole body trembled with excitement. He had obtained spirit stones before, even top-grade ones, but compared to the energy here, they were nothing. If he cultivated here, he was confident he could break through Foundation Establishment and reach even higher realms in the shortest time.
He immediately decided to establish his own sanctuary here. As for Farr—well, he could go wherever he pleased.
With this place, why would he ever need Farr to help him find cultivation treasures again?
Only then did Nate Easton speak: "If you dare utter another word of refusal, this fireball will fall, and you, your father, and every villager in Galor Village will be burned to nothing."
After saying this, Nate Easton turned to Farr with a smile: "Your Majesty, feel free to take this beautiful woman with you. As for the villagers, take them if you wish, leave them if you don’t. I plan to go into seclusion here and don’t want anyone disturbing me."
As he finished speaking, Nate Easton stepped into the air, as if everything was under his gaze.
The guards, ministers, and villagers of Galor Village saw Nate Easton not only cast a fireball over Gan Rou and her father, but also hover in the air, and they all knelt down.
To them, this was a god.
Gan Rou’s face was pale. She could even smell the scent of burnt hair. The heat from the fireball above her head was intense—at any moment, she and her father could be reduced to ashes.
Farr’s face was just as pale. He knew Nate Easton no longer intended to rely on the Prime Empire—for otherwise, he wouldn’t have said such things.
In other words, Nate Easton had claimed this place, and Farr was no longer needed.
"Your Majesty, what do you think?" Seeing that Farr didn’t answer, Nate Easton snorted, half-smiling as he looked at him.
"The Imperial Advisor is right. I’ll just take the beauty and leave." Farr didn’t dare say a word more; numbers meant nothing against the Imperial Advisor.
"Your Majesty is indeed wise." Nate Easton landed, but he didn’t withdraw his fireball.
A sigh sounded: "It’s a pity you’re not so wise after all."
Farr laughed heartily, unconcerned by Gan Rou's lack of courtesy. He beckoned to her, "Come here."
Gan Rou didn't move. Farr stopped the guards who were about to act against her, and spoke again, more gently: "I am the king of Prime Empire. I think you're quite special. From now on, stay by my side—you'll enjoy endless wealth and glory…"
Even if she didn't understand much, Gan Rou understood this sentence.
She replied calmly, "I won't go with you. I already have someone I love."
Standing beside Farr, Nate Easton chuckled coldly, his tone brooking no argument: "You must go with His Majesty—and you must leave today."
Farr looked at Nate Easton in surprise. He hadn't said anything about leaving today—he'd just arrived and planned to stay a while, at least until the palace was built.
Nate Easton acted as if he hadn't noticed Farr's look. With a wave of his hand, a huge fireball suddenly materialized in his palm. Slowly, it floated across the space between him and Gan Rou, coming to hover above her and her father's heads.
Only then did Nate Easton speak: "If you dare utter another word of refusal, this fireball will fall, and you, your father, and every villager in Galor Village will be burned to nothing."
After saying this, Nate Easton turned to Farr with a smile: "Your Majesty, feel free to take this beautiful woman with you. As for the villagers, take them if you wish, leave them if you don’t. I plan to go into seclusion here and don’t want anyone disturbing me."
As he finished speaking, Nate Easton stepped into the air, as if everything was under his gaze.
The guards, ministers, and villagers of Galor Village saw Nate Easton not only cast a fireball over Gan Rou and her father, but also hover in the air, and they all knelt down.
To them, this was a god.
Gan Rou’s face was pale. She could even smell the scent of burnt hair. The heat from the fireball above her head was intense—at any moment, she and her father could be reduced to ashes.
Farr’s face was just as pale. He knew Nate Easton no longer intended to rely on the Prime Empire—for otherwise, he wouldn’t have said such things.
In other words, Nate Easton had claimed this place, and Farr was no longer needed.
"Your Majesty, what do you think?" Seeing that Farr didn’t answer, Nate Easton snorted, half-smiling as he looked at him.
"The Imperial Advisor is right. I’ll just take the beauty and leave." Farr didn’t dare say a word more; numbers meant nothing against the Imperial Advisor.
"Your Majesty is indeed wise." Nate Easton landed, but he didn’t withdraw his fireball.
A sigh sounded: "It’s a pity you’re not so wise after all."