The Wizard Path From The Simulator

The crisp and grand voice rose from a corner of the family residence.

The moment this grand voice sounded, it quelled all the noisy discussions.

The voice was not loud, but it carried clearly to the ears of everyone present.

All eyes at the venue, including Milton Cheney’s, turned toward the source of the voice.

However, compared to the others, Milton Cheney had known of this man’s presence even earlier.

After all, a Cultivator in the mid-stages of Foundation Establishment was a rare presence in the entire Thousand Lakes sea region.

Moreover, this person carried a faint trace of sword energy, befitting the so-called name of the Crippled Sword Sect.

“Haha, please come in!”

“The great name of the Sword Sect resonates like thunder; you are too modest saying you were not invited. The Cheney Family heartily welcomes the Sect Affairs representative. Please, come in quickly!”

As everyone’s gaze settled on the representative of the Sword Sect, Henry Cheney, seated at the highest position in the Cheney Family, laughed and spoke out loud.

His voice boomed like thunder, deafening.

There was an unmistakable joy in his tone.

Whether it was genuine happiness or feigned, that remained unknown.

Seeing Henry Cheney speak, Liam Reed did not put on any airs and, with clasped hands, entered the inner part of the Cheney Family Residence.

Milton Cheney was not clear about the intentions of this Liam Reed, nor why he brought a Foundation Establishment Elixir.

However, from the beginning to now, Milton Cheney’s expression had not changed in the slightest.

No matter what purpose this so-called representative of the Crippled Sword Sect had, Milton would not be overly concerned.

It wasn’t just the Inner Sect Affairs representative of the Crippled Sword Sect—even if the Sect Leader himself had come, Milton would hold no fear.

As time passed, more and more Cultivators came to offer their congratulations.

Cultivation, Cultivation—it’s said to be about forging one’s spirit, but it’s impossible to escape from worldly concerns.

Otherwise, what would be the purpose of a Cultivator family’s existence?

The Cheney Family’s ceremony for the succession of the Family Head was quite the event within the entire Thousand Lakes sea region.

Therefore, whether to forge relationships or to probe, the number of Cultivators arriving at Golden Sands Island was no small amount.

Milton even sensed two more Foundation Establishment Cultivators besides Liam Reed.

Though these two were by far weaker than Liam Reed, merely at the early stages of Foundation Establishment.

……

The ceremony for the succession of the Family Head did not last long; two days later, Milton officially took over, becoming the forty-second Patriarch of the Golden Sands Cheney Family.

That representative from the Crippled Sword Sect seemed to have truly come only to deliver a single Foundation Establishment Elixir.

After all, he did nothing out of line before he left.

At least according to Milton’s perception, the representative had indeed left.

This situation made Milton a bit puzzled.

Had he guessed wrong?

Milton had thought that the exposure of his talent as a Heavenly Spiritual Root had attracted attention.

After all, since Milton had been planning to take over the position of Family Head of the Cheney Family, he wasn’t inclined to keep it a secret any longer.

By now, almost all the upper echelons of the family knew he had a Heavenly Spiritual Root, and it was hardly a big secret anymore.

A Heavenly Spiritual Root, when he was weak, could be lethal news.

But now that he was strong, the news of him possessing a Heavenly Spiritual Root could have a significant deterrent effect.

Milton had already grown strong and assumed the position of Patriarch of the Cheney Family; naturally, it was impossible for him to join any other Sects.

Thus, outsiders, even with the knowledge of his Heavenly Spiritual Root, wouldn’t dare to probe rashly.

The cost of offense would be too high.

After all, Milton could simply flee and rely on the Heavenly Spiritual Root to cultivate, eventually reaching higher realms and returning to sweep away all his enemies.

If Milton could come up with this scenario, other Sects could as well.

Therefore, even if they knew of Milton’s Heavenly Spiritual Root, they would definitely not offend him easily.

Unless they were confident that they could ensure his demise.

“Patriarch, what would you like to inquire about?”

From atop the Spiritual Veins, Henry asked with a hint of confusion.

Milton had summoned him suddenly to ask some questions, and he was unaware of what Milton intended to ask.

“Has anyone from the family ever left the Thousand Lakes sea region to join a major Sect?” Milton asked.

Upon hearing this, Henry’s face displayed a look of contemplation.

A moment later, Henry shook his head and responded,

“If we speak of family Cultivators leaving the Thousand Lakes sea region, there certainly are some, but those are mostly middle-aged Cultivators; young Cultivators are scarce.”

“Even fewer have joined other major Sects, as naturally, the family cultivates Cultivators not to have them join other Sects.”

As he finished speaking, Milton nodded slightly.

He continued to stay silent, seemingly pondering some matters.

“Patriarch, are you thinking about the Foundation Establishment Elixir sent by that Crippled Sword Sect official?” Henry asked.

Upon hearing this, Milton looked at Henry.

He didn’t speak, but the meaning behind his gaze was clear to Henry.

“I’m also wondering; I’ve never heard of any ‘Crippled Sword Sect’.”

“The Southern Sea Nation, I have indeed come across it in the annals, but it’s simply too far from the Thousand Lakes sea region. Even for someone at the Foundation Establishment Stage to cross it would require several years at least.”

“If someone can casually offer a Foundation Establishment Elixir as a gift to an unfamiliar family, this Crippled Sword Sect must be no ordinary one.”