Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 838 Peter Laverick

The masked youth was none other than Emrys.

He spent a few days mastering Shapeshifting Technique he had obtained from the Morris family, successfully altering his physique. The ten masks he had initially crafted for use in the outside world finally came in handy.

Today, he had come to scale Sword King Mountain, assuming the role of Tigger from Rabid Gang.

He naturally began to ascend the Emrys didn’t linger at the foot of the mountain for mountain steps. The initial third of the journey didn’t feel strenuous, nor did he sense any aura of sword energy.

After climbing a third of the mountain stairs, a slight tremor passed through Emrys‘ heart.

A faint aura of sword energy began to waft around him, but it was far too weak for Emrys liking. Unsatisfied, he continued his ascent up the mountain steps. By the time he reached the mountain’s midsection, he finally understood why so many people had gathered there.

The sword energy in this position was neither too strong nor too weak, just right for cultivation. Moreover, for those in Foundation Stage of their cultivation, ascending further started to present a challenge.

Emrys could see it clearly, even without the rules of Sword King Mountain, he doubted anyone would dare to interfere with others lightly. Because once there was malicious interference, conflict was inevitable. The consequence would be both parties being shaken off the mountain by the sword energy present here.

I should continue.

the mountainside. He quickly surpassed this small. densely populated

reached the final third of the stairway on the

number of climbers significantly decreased.

only a

their ascent. Instead, they were scattered, sitting cross–legged on the mountain stairs, evidently

with them and just kept moving

was straightforward–the summit of the

about to surpass the chubby cultivator who was currently at the highest point, the chubby man suddenly opened his eyes and said, “Buddy, it’s quite impressive. that you’ve managed to climb up

turning to look at the chubby man. It was clear that the man had finished his cultivation and was

Emrys hadn’t spoken to anyone, and indeed, it was quite dull. Hearing the chubby guy strike up a conversation, he responded with a smile, “Why do I get the feeling you’re praising yourself?”

could think of it that

a stark contrast to his affable nature, which seemed to be built layer by layer from his extra pounds. It felt as though he was deliberately playing up his coolness.

another step up the mountain stairs. But the chubby man suddenly spoke again.