Within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

The primary criterion for appointing officials is character.

The second is then ability.

Ichiro Carmichael has talent but lacks virtue, often performing disgraceful acts for years.

Yet when it comes to spiritual achievements, Ichiro Carmichael is indeed absurdly high!

Because of this, even after the scandal of seducing a female disciple and fathering a child was exposed, he could still hold the position within the Ministry of Rituals.

It shows how strong his capability is!

"West Tower, was it you who broke my illusion?" Ichiro Carmichael pointed his flute at Julius Reed and spoke softly, "You are strong, a true hero among the youth. I admire you, strong one!"

"West Tower? This guy actually wasn't controlled!"

"He managed to break the illusion; don't tell me West Tower also has spiritual achievement!"

"It's good to be alive."

The martial artists from Boulevard Mountain who emerged from the illusion discussed timidly.

At the instant they escaped the illusion, it felt as if they were reborn.

"Serve me, Demarco Mount, and I will spare you," Ichiro Carmichael said, standing on the grass.

Controlling one's spirit is a very challenging task.

Seeing a young man capable of breaking his illusion, Ichiro Carmichael immediately thought of recruiting him.

To increase his own strength.

"Demarco Mount?" Julius Reed chuckled lightly, "I am currently serving the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. If I'm not mistaken, you should be from the Ministry of Rituals of the Alliance. How come you are colluding with Cold Nelson?"

"Cold Nelson is the Sacred Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, I serve him, isn't that normal?" Ichiro Carmichael rarely invites others, but the first time he invited, he encountered rejection.

A murderous intent began to rise.

If such a person cannot be used, then they must be eliminated!

Otherwise, there would be endless troubles!

"Cold Nelson is a usurper! A traitor, a betrayal. The true Sacred Lord is in Boulevard Mountain. And we are loyal followers of the Sacred Lord. The normal you mentioned, is it normal to say a traitor is normal or that your participation in the conspiracy is normal?"

Julius Reed questioned again.

He rode his horse, representing the Sacred Lord.

If the opposite party was truly loyal to him, then facing the false Sacred Lord, they should support him and oppose Cold Nelson.

But obviously, Ichiro Carmichael had accepted more benefits and completely disregarded who was Sacred Lord.

He even harbored dissatisfaction towards the Sacred Lord.

"A wise man adjusts to the times! Julius Reed is hated by everyone; even if he doesn't die, he should step down already!" Ichiro Carmichael finished speaking and pointed his flute at Julius Reed, his tone icy, "It seems you are obstinate and won't surrender?"

The thing he hated most was being called a traitor!

"Your choice is wrong," Julius Reed shook his head.

The thing he least wanted to do was cleaning the ranks.

Now it seemed, when sitting in the Sacred Lord's position, those who usually flattered him harbored such dissatisfaction!

Sometimes Julius Reed genuinely wondered if losing memory in recent years was a blessing or a curse.

Being able to reveal so many people's true faces, he felt it was worth it.

He even suspected that his amnesia back then was intentional.

But that was too absurd...

A dignified Sacred Lord forcibly causing himself amnesia to see his subordinates' attitudes?

Facing the questioning, Ichiro Carmichael decided to stop talking.

He came here with the purpose of killing!

"Today, I will see how capable you, this yellow-haired child, are! Can you withstand my flute tune?"

After finishing, Ichiro Carmichael placed the flute by his mouth.

Gently playing.

"Hold your breath and relax!"

The martial artists immediately sat where they were, starting to maintain a calm state.

Time was passing, and so was the drug's effect.

As long as they sat cross-legged, not moving, not thinking, there was no problem.

Unless West Tower died.

If West Tower didn't die, no one could approach them.

However.

In the flute sounds, Julius Reed felt nothing.

Memories gradually recovered.

His abilities were also recovering.

Now he possessed extraordinary determination and skill.

As the flute sounds reached his ears, they were just flute sounds.

Ichiro Carmichael's expression darkened.

He could obviously see that this youth was undisturbed.

Maybe it was the lack of potent drugs?

Thinking of this, Ichiro Carmichael immediately intensified his playing!

Buzz!

Before Brant Fairbanks, who was just returning to the martial artist ranks, again fell into an illusion!

"Damn!"

As the Ocean Academy dean, he cursed openly for the first time!

The flute sounds sometimes soared high, sometimes dropped low.

But despite Ichiro Carmichael's countless performances, Julius Reed always stayed on the horse, completely unmoving.

This time, even the King of Golden Flute from Demarco Mount truly panicked.

What kind of master was the opponent to resist the flute sounds?

"Sacred Messenger, what's going on?"

Even Marco Jackson on the stand noticed something.

But this question gave Marco Jackson quite a fright!

No knowing when, the one sitting beside him was no longer Demarco Mount's messenger.

It was his father, Jorvik Jackson!

"Someone, save me! Protect me!"

Marco Jackson stood up in panic, stepping back several steps!

But no one came forward.

Only Jorvik Jackson, full of blood, smiling at him.

"Someone help!"

Marco Jackson shouted.

But his hand was firmly grasped by someone.

Marco Jackson turned to see!

It was Jorvik Jackson!

But hadn't Jorvik Jackson died!

Where was Demarco Mount's messenger!

Thud!

Finally.

Marco Jackson kneeled on the ground, apologizing to his father.

"Father, this matter is completely arranged by Demarco Mount's messenger. I am merely a tool, a pawn. Please, don't trouble me."

No matter what he said, Jorvik Jackson kept smiling warmly.

Smack!

Suddenly.

Marco Jackson's face was hit by a slap.

"Sacred Messenger?" In front of him was no Jorvik Jackson, it was still the Sacred Messenger sitting there!

"What you said just now, I've heard it all. Chief Jacob Jackson, I'm very disappointed in you." The messenger crossed his legs, obviously displeased with the previous words.

"Sacred Messenger, please let me explain..." Marco Jackson panicked, knowing he had hallucinated.

"No need to explain. I trust your heart genuinely thinks this way too." Demarco Mount's messenger ignored Marco Jackson, focusing entirely on Ichiro Carmichael.

After all, it's one of the three Philosophers!

Each wave of the flute sound was higher than the previous.

But Julius Reed still showed no response.

Finally, he dismounted and drew his longsword.

Rushed straight at Ichiro Carmichael.

"What's this? Want to duel?" Ichiro Carmichael sneered, halting his flute play. "In martial arts, my strength is vast."

"Then let's begin."

Julius Reed charged rapidly!

In his hand, yin and yang. At the instant the sword was drawn, there seemed to be flashes of light!

One blue, one red, icy flames twofold!

"Arise!"

Ichiro Carmichael was clearly unwilling!

He played the flute once again!

The piercing sound halted Julius Reed's arm movements!

Before him, somehow, thousands of pounds of horses appeared.

"Everyone is drunk; I alone am awake!" Ichiro Carmichael laughed loudly, "In the illusion, your life will be controlled by me."

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