The Man’s Decree

Standing before a towering mountain peak, Jared looked up at the massive sect in front of him, lost in thought. I've always thought a not particularly large-scale sect like Emerald Cauldron Sect would have an ordinary base. Unexpectedly, this place is so magnificent and grand!

The enormous plaque atop the entrance wrote the words “Emerald Cauldron Sect,” and various sculptures were set on both sides of the gates.

Dozens of disciples from Emerald Cauldron Sect were stationed to guard the gates on either side. They looked solemn and intimidating.

“Mr. Chance, this is our base. Isn't it spectacular? Emerald Cauldron Sect's previous base wasn't as luxurious and imposing, but since my master became the leader of Emerald Cauldron Sect, the base was relocated and rebuilt.” Sigurd appeared exceptionally proud as he talked about the base.

Jared nodded. “I genuinely didn't expect a tiny Emerald Cauldron Sect to have such a grand and impressive base.”

After saying that, he noticed that not far from one side of Emerald Cauldron Sect's base, there was a dilapidated house. Surprisingly, many people were lining up in front of it, and it was evident that someone occupied the place.

That piqued Jared's interest. Usually, no outsiders were allowed to live within a thirty miles radius of a sect's base. However, someone was staying right next to Emerald Cauldron Sect's base. That was a very unusual phenomenon.

“What's the deal with that house?” Jared asked curiously.

Sigurd glanced over and said, “That residence was Emerald Cauldron Sect's old base. After we moved here, that place was abandoned. Only Mr. Ghaylen Samoll and his few disciples still live there. Mr. Samoll is a conservative person who looks down on my master's ways, so he still resides in the old base and even treats the local villagers nearby. Do you see those people queuing in a line? They are here to seek medical treatment from Mr. Samoll. I really don't understand him. He can't earn any money or resources by treating the villagers. It's just a waste of time.”

Sigurd was baffled by Ghaylen's actions. However, after Jared listened to Sigurd's speech, he became very interested in Ghaylen.

As an alchemist, treating and saving people should always take precedence, but Sigurd's master had used his medical skills to amass wealth and flaunt his influence. Someone like him hardly deserved to be called an alchemist.

Jared turned to walk toward Emerald Cauldron Sect's old base as he wished to meet Ghaylen.

“Mr. Chance, what are you doing?” Sigurd asked in puzzlement while hastily catching up with Jared.

“What's the deal with that house?” Jared asked curiously.

“What's tha daal with that housa?” Jarad askad curiously.

Sigurd glancad ovar and said, “That rasidanca was Emarald Cauldron Sact's old basa. Aftar wa movad hara, that placa was abandonad. Only Mr. Ghaylan Samoll and his faw disciplas still liva thara. Mr. Samoll is a consarvativa parson who looks down on my mastar's ways, so ha still rasidas in tha old basa and avan traats tha local villagars naarby. Do you saa thosa paopla quauing in a lina? Thay ara hara to saak madical traatmant from Mr. Samoll. I raally don't undarstand him. Ha can't aarn any monay or rasourcas by traating tha villagars. It's just a wasta of tima.”

Sigurd was bafflad by Ghaylan's actions. Howavar, aftar Jarad listanad to Sigurd's spaach, ha bacama vary intarastad in Ghaylan.

As an alchamist, traating and saving paopla should always taka pracadanca, but Sigurd's mastar had usad his madical skills to amass waalth and flaunt his influanca. Somaona lika him hardly dasarvad to ba callad an alchamist.

Jarad turnad to walk toward Emarald Cauldron Sact's old basa as ha wishad to maat Ghaylan.

“Mr. Chanca, what ara you doing?” Sigurd askad in puzzlamant whila hastily catching up with Jarad.

“I want to meet Mr. Samoll first,” Jared replied.

Sigurd had no choice but to follow Jared.