Aldrich took the book in a daze and turned around instinctively... the old man was already gone. When did he disappear? Judging by the way he walked, he couldn’t even go a hundred meters without wobbling for half a day. Huh, where did he go?

He spun around in a circle, and in just the blink of an eye, the old man had vanished. Could he be a peerless master?

The cover—The Garuda Tightrope Leaping Technique!

Why does that name sound so familiar? He opened the first page, and Aldrich was petrified!

The General Principles of the Garuda Tightrope Leaping Technique, Spiritual Power Circulation Diagram!

It was all handwritten. Aldrich had traveled everywhere with merchant caravans, so he wasn’t exactly inexperienced. Just this alone made it somewhat credible, but that wasn’t what shocked him. What shocked him was a tiny bird symbol in the bottom right corner of the page.

Silver!

Aldrich just stood there, his hands starting to tremble. “Ah... Owen, is this real?”

“It should be. That guy was pretty skilled, and he’s also from the Garuda clan. His technique should suit you.”

Owen said with a smile.

“Do you know who he is?”

Aldrich looked at Owen in disbelief.

“No idea. Is he famous?”

“Oh, by the Great Brahma, he’s a legend among the Garuda. Besides the three great techniques, there are also the Eight Marvelous Gates. This is the strongest footwork among the Eight Marvelous Gates—the Garuda Tightrope Leaping Technique, a secret never passed outside the Garuda royal family!”

“Ah, that’s great then. Go ahead and practice!”

Owen shrugged. Since it was something good, the money wasn’t wasted.

Aldrich spun around in excitement. That old man just now must have been the Garuda Divine Bird Adrian, one of the Eight Great Marvels. Only he is the uncle of this generation’s Garuda king, but he hates court life and has always been wandering outside, living for fun. Who would have thought he’d run into him?

It was like a dream—no one would believe it if he told them.

Suddenly, Aldrich handed the book back to Owen. “This is yours!”

Though he was reluctant, a man must have integrity!

Owen smiled and pushed the book back. “I’m not a Garuda. It’s useless for me to read it. Besides, that old man obviously meant it for you.”

Owen didn’t care about Aldrich’s rambling at all; he wasn’t very interested in this kind of thing.

Aldrich showed off the whole way. Everyone who travels around dreams of the same thing... fantasizing about meeting a peerless master. Who would have thought that day would actually come!

Owen was still enjoying his food and the singing around him. Gandharva was truly a wonderful place.

Adrian was drinking. When the caravan was attacked by demons, he just happened to be passing by. After all, he was out for fun too. Seeing two kids being attacked, he thought he’d lend a hand, but who knew the demon would just run off on its own.

Don’t think you can fool his eyes. Giant demons like that, so brainless, are hard to scare off. Even if you tried, they don’t have the brains for it. But something did scare it, and all it faced were two kids.

Adrian loved interesting things most in his life, so he decided to try again. Unexpectedly, he ended up giving away his own secret technique. But it was fine—he’d fulfilled a wish, taken on a disciple. That kid Aldrich had decent talent; let him practice. At least he’d have a successor, so he wouldn’t have to face his master empty-handed in the afterlife.

Although he was also of the Garuda royal family, his technique was a different lineage and couldn’t be lost.

The young man with Aldrich was very strange—sometimes silly, sometimes as shrewd as an old monster like himself. The moment he opened the book, just for an instant, even Adrian didn’t notice, but the other managed to spot several subtle changes. Truly astonishing.

But Adrian was also a bit annoyed. This kid had no interest in his secret technique at all. That was blatant disrespect!

Although he admitted his own skills couldn’t compare to the Heavenly Demon Technique, they were still among the rarest in the Brahma Realm. Damn, today he really got the short end of the stick—lost both the wife and the army.

Lately, a lot of strange things had happened. That brat Mason Carter actually lost. Truly “delightful”! That kid was rising too fast—so young and already at the Spirit Guidance stage. How are the older generation supposed to compete? Sure, the new always replaces the old, but this was a bit too fast.

He just couldn’t figure it out. Whose disciple could possibly defeat Mason Carter? Did some shameless old guy step in?

Chapter 12: Moonlit Night, Wild Wolf

That shouldn’t be possible!

The Immovable King? The Lonely War God?

Honestly, he didn’t believe it. Even if those two’s disciples tried, the odds of beating Mason Carter were slim. That kid was the fiercest genius he’d seen in a hundred years—even his father was a bit inferior. Big monsters give birth to even bigger monsters. It’s just not fair.

But at least this way, the Brahma Realm could keep the Underworld in check.

Rumors are unreliable—probably just a misunderstanding. He actually believed it for a moment. Mason Carter’s one advantage over his father is that he can give up vanity for the pursuit of martial arts. Unlike Logan Carter in his youth, who stirred up trouble everywhere, afraid no one would know he was the top young expert!

Clearly, the old man drinking in frustration had suffered some setbacks too.

These days, it’s getting harder and harder for veteran masters to get by.

Back home, Aldrich immediately began closed-door training. Of course, Owen wasn’t getting away either. Since the book was theirs now, they could practice however they wanted. Owen, who had originally wanted to go out and have fun, could only keep him company.