The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 138

Bowen pulled a long face, and it seemed as if he was not in the mood to answer that question.

Then, he waved his hands as he walked toward the crowd, mumbling, “Let me worry about this instead.

Sigh.

What a headache…”

Although Bowen did not make much sense, Molie still caught a message from his words… That was not the only way to enter a sect.

After thinking about it for a while, Molie also understood the gateway to immortality was never limited, and one could enter as long as one had the chance.

The chance would either be having an impressive talent or those like Jordan, who had an innate Pure Jade Physique.

At the same time, this would allow people to have an opportunity to enter the gateway of immortality.

After all, a genius could spur the clan.

Nonetheless, Molie also believed that this competition was not limited to Evergreen Town, and there should be other ways too, which Bowen knew about.

However, based on Bowen’s tone, it seemed the different paths to enter the gateway to immortality would be much more complex than Evergreen Town’s trials.

Evergreen Town’s competition was already an unimaginably arduous test for the participants.

‘It seems that entering the gateway to immortality is indeed a competitive path.

Back when I was in Salleria, I didn’t even know such an opportunity existed.’

Just as Molie lamented, a warrior outside informed the competition was about to start, and there were also people guiding the participants to get out of the hall.

Following the lead, Molie arrived at the crowded outdoor.

Then, he saw all the participating warriors gathered in a public square, and spectators surrounded the area.

The leaders of the major families in Evergreen Town, as well as important people such as Ian and William, sat on the platform with the best view.

Suddenly, Molie felt a resentful gaze looking at him from the high platform, and he cast a cold glance in the direction.

Then, he met the glaring stare of a middle-aged man.

Beside the man, there was a sign that wrote, ‘White’.

Molie quickly understood that this man was the head of the White family in Evergreen Town.

Like the Lawrence family, the White family only had two candidates, Ralph and Faye.

Before the competition even started, Ralph was already severely injured by Molie and was eliminated.

As for Faye, well… He did not have the chance to win at all.

Hence, it could be said that the White family had no hope of winning the Dark Moon Sect’s spot at all.

Such a defeat before the actual combat would surely leave the head of the White family fuming in rage.

If it were not for the current circumstances, he might have personally killed Molie too.

Ignoring the party’s gaze, Molie cast a cold glance over.

Just as he looked away, his line of sight fell on a middle-aged man in a purple robe not far away from the head of the White family. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The man in purple robe’s features appeared somewhat familiar to Leonardo, but he could not pinpoint where they met before.

Next, he peeped at the wooden identification sign next to the man, and Molie was instantly shocked as it was written, ‘Veystone Town, The Gibson Family’.

‘So he’s not someone from Evergreen Town,’ Molie blinked.

He knew of Veystone Town, which was located after the Dark Cloud Forest.

Previously, when Molie bumped into the few Yates family members in the Dark Cloud Forest, there was a junction, and one of them led to Veystone Town.

The distance between Evergreen Town and Veystone Town would take 20 days by foot for an ordinary man.

‘Veystone Town’s clans are here to spectate the competition too?’ Molie was puzzled.

Then, he looked around but.

found that the familiar middle-aged man on the high platform was the only one from Veystone Town.

At that time, Molie heard a whisper behind him.

“Heh.

It’s Zenith Gibson from Veystone Town’s Gibson family.

What a rare guest.”

Listening to the person’s actions, it seemed as if he was explicitly informing Molie about it.

Nevertheless, Molie could immediately tell from the voice that it was Bowen.

Hence, he did not restrain himself and directly asked, “What‘s he doing here?”

Bowen took a step forward and stood beside Bjorne.

“I heard before that during the Gibson family’s clan meeting, there was a minor hiccup, and someone was against him being the head of the family.

However, the matter was later suppressed by the Gibson family, and I don’t really know of the specifics.”

“Roughly when did this happen?” Molie frowned.

Bowen gave it a thought before answering, “Around the end of last month or early this month.”

Molie calculated the time, and he was actually in the Dark Cloud Forest during the period.

When he was in Evergreen Town, Molie would not care about other towns’ matters.

Hence, when he was in Dark Cloud Forest, he naturally would not know anything too.

Soon, Bowen’s voice came again.

“That’s odd! If his clan’s in hot water, what’s he doing here in Evergreen Town as the leader of his family? Isn’t he worried that without him there, no one would be able to control the situation? Or

perhaps there’s a reason for his appearance?”

Bowen and Molie coincidentally had the same thought, and their minds were filled with countless questions.

Nonetheless, fortunately, they kept their confusions in their heads and did not blurt it out.

Otherwise, the other participating warriors would be annoyed.

Besides the few people present, the other warriors were on edge.

None of them were as relaxed as Molie and Bowen, who still had the mood to wonder about other issues.

Before Molie and Bowen could reach a conclusion, everyone suddenly cheered, and Ian stood and gave a speech of encouragement.

Then, he announced the rules for the competition today.

Based on realms, Ian was the most powerful one present.

Moreover, he was also the Dark Moon Sect’s inner disciple and the competition witness.

Hence, it was appropriate that he was chosen to announce the rules.

Molie kept away his thoughts and focused on Ian’s speech.

To be frank, the rules were straightforward.

In a moment, more than a hundred participating warriors would enter a forest not far away.

However, there were three routes in the woods, and each contestant could choose a path they wished to follow.

When they completed the journey, they would reach their spot right now.

The first person who returned would be the champion of the competition.

Even though the rules were simple, the real test was naturally on the three routes.

Just as Molie expected, the three paths each had their own difficulties.

The first route would require the longest journey, but there would not be any danger along the way.

At most, the warrior would be able to defeat a wild beast that appeared.

The second route was neither long nor short, but there would be wild beasts passing by.

Moreover, there was also a slight possibility that monsters would appear.

Finally, the third route, which was also the shortest route.

It was not even one-third of the first path, but wild beasts were encircling the area.

Furthermore, there would surely be monsters appearing, and it would not be just one.