Chapter 127 Heading to Dan League, the infiltration of evil
ways intensifies
Arius watched as Simon hesitated to speak, his words seemingly caught in his throat. Rising
slowly from his wooden chair, Arius gazed into the distance, his deep voice breaking the silence.
“I understand your concerns and your reasoning.”
“But do you truly believe uprooting the entire clan and migrating is so simple?”
“Our De Molinos clan possesses only a single small flying ship. To relocate the entire family…
we would need to make thousands of trips between Aragon Kingdom and Corvalis Kingdom.”
“And in that time, countless unforeseen dangers could arise.”
“Furthermore, if we move to Corvalis Kingdom, lacking a sufficient power base, our family would
begin to decline within a year or two.”
Arius shook his head. If migrating truly was a viable option, settling quietly in Corvalis Kingdom
for a century or even a millennium would undoubtedly be beneficial—for both himself and the
De Molinos clan.
However, securing a large enough territory in Corvalis Kingdom was no easy feat.
With the De Molinos clan’s current resources, purchasing a single town would already be the
limit of their capabilities.
And as for seizing land from existing factions? If they dared to do so, the very next day, the
enforcers of Corvalis Kingdom would exterminate them.
Corvalis Kingdom was not Aragon Kingdom.
In Corvalis Kingdom, unless one possessed Level 5 strength, attempting to dominate through
raw power alone was nothing short of suicide.
Aragon Kingdom had fallen into turmoil precisely because no singular force was strong enough
to maintain order. But Corvalis Kingdom? Its imperial authority was absolute.
Even setting aside the royal family’s deep foundations, the presence of two Level 5 cultivators
was more than enough to suppress any reckless ambitions.
The same was true for other orthodox nations beyond Corvalis Kingdom.
If the De Molinos clan tried to settle elsewhere, they would inevitably face restrictions.
In contrast, the chaotic Aragon Kingdom presented opportunities for growth.
Take, for example, the De Molinos clan’s recent territorial expansions—not a single major
faction had interfered.
After all, the powerful forces of the Aragon Kingdom were preoccupied with waging war over
greater territories and wealth. Maintaining order? Watching over small, insignificant factions?
They had neither the time nor the interest for such trivial matters.
Arius’s voice was firm.
“Enough.”
“There is no need to discuss migration any further.”
“As for the safety of the clan, I will handle it.”
Though Arius did not blame Simon for constantly considering escape, he found his caution
unnecessary.
Had he not obtained the Mirror of Immortal Appraisal?
Had he not mastered the art of alchemy?
Without those two advantages, even Arius would have considered abandoning their foundation
and fleeing to Corvalis Kingdom.
At worst, relocation would mean decline—but remaining in Aragon Kingdom carried the risk of
annihilation.
Especially here in Pyrenees Mountain County, which sat dangerously close to the battlefront of
the Eight Kings’ War.
Now that Arius had given his word, Simon no longer insisted on migration.
During this era of turmoil and uncertainty, he chose instead to trust their Ancestor.
If the Ancestor said there was no need to flee, then their only option was to continue
strengthening the clan.
The stronger the De Molinos clan became, the better prepared they would be to face the coming
storm.
Even so, Simon would make contingency plans.
Preparing for the worst—ensuring proper groundwork was laid—would at least guarantee the
continuation of their bloodline, even if disaster struck.
Additionally, Simon decided to begin grooming a new heir to the clan.
● De Molinos Justin was still at the Hyolled County frontlines, with no certainty of when he
might return.
● De Molinos Carl, De Molinos Lucian, and the others had all but disappeared, making it
unrealistic to count on them as future successors.
● De Molinos Mervin had already departed on the flying ship, leading a group of De
Molinos clan members, servants, and cultivators to establish a foothold in Corvalis
Kingdom—he too would not be returning.
With his own lifespan dwindling, Simon could no longer afford to wait.
A new leader needed to be cultivated.
Even so, he was not too concerned about the clan’s future.
Even if he passed away before a successor could take his place…
As long as the Ancestor remained, the De Molinos clan would never collapse.
After finishing his report, Simon quietly awaited the Ancestor’s judgment.
Arius gave only a few direct instructions regarding the most pressing matters.
With his affairs settled, Arius returned to his secluded residence, issuing orders for the clan to
reconstruct the pavilion at the center of the artificial lake.
Once all preparations were in place, he gathered his belongings—he would depart for the
Alchemy Alliance immediately.
While Pyrenees Mountain County remained outwardly stable, he knew this peace was only
temporary. He had to pass the Alchemy Alliance’s examination as soon as possible and officially
become a Ninth-Grade Alchemist.
Once he held that prestigious title, many matters would become significantly easier to handle.
Before leaving, Arius summoned Goat, handing him a portion of spirit stones and instructing him
to travel to Pyrenees Mountain City to purchase cultivation estates.
After the recent demonic cultivator incident, property values in the city had plummeted to rock
bottom.
Now was the perfect time to invest—an opportunity that guaranteed immense future profits.
Pyrenees Mountain City would always be a major city. More importantly, it was built atop a
spiritual vein.
Even if demonic cultivators seized control of the region, they would still maintain the city’s
functions.
In the end, both righteous and demonic factions were bound by profit.
No matter who ruled, Pyrenees Mountain City would remain an economic stronghold.
Whoosh!
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Arius soared into the sky, riding his flying sword at full
speed, leaving the De Molinos clan behind.
To safeguard his family in his absence, he released all of his venomous insects throughout the
clan’s territory.
The Thunder Ant, having recently consumed a top-grade Insect Nurturing Pill, had finally broken
out of its cocoon, advancing to the Mid-Level 1 Realm.
With these poisonous creatures on high alert—nearly ten thousand strong—even a Peak Level
1 cultivator would pay a steep price for daring to target the De Molinos clan.
The Alchemy Alliance was located tens of thousands of miles away from the De Molinos clan’s
territory.
Even with his current speed, the journey would take at least three months, and at worst, half a
year before he could return.
Before leaving, he had already distributed ample resources to his swarm of venomous insects.
The Thunder Ant, possessing a degree of intelligence, would distribute these resources wisely.
By the time he returned, their combat strength would likely have risen yet another level…
Arius did not rush at full speed, instead maintaining a steady pace.
After traveling for a full day and night, covering a distance of several thousand miles, he
detected faint traces of demonic cultivator presence in several small towns along the way.
Most of them were Body Tempering cultivators, lingering in the Four Stages of tempering.
Occasionally, he sensed one or two Early Level 1 experts lurking in the shadows.
Since the Aragon Kingdom fell into chaos, demonic forces—particularly the Velmorian
Sect—had been infiltrating the kingdom without restraint.
At this point, Arius could almost confirm one thing:
Murrican King’s declaration of imperial rule… was most likely due to his allegiance with the
demonic path!
If his suspicions were correct, then Sea Sand King, Aragay Pyrelis, and all other feudal
lords—except for Mountain Suppressing King—were on the brink of annihilation.
The Velmorian Sect was not simply supporting Murrican King or gradually infiltrating Aragon
Kingdom.
Their true intention was clear… to sweep across the land and claim absolute dominion over the
entire kingdom!