Chapter 112: First Time for Everything

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Chapter 112: First Time for Everything ... Around the tent, shield guards quietly stood guard. Among them, Purple Vortex with the highest intelligence quietly wrapped the tent with its Dark Purple Force Field as a protective barrier. ... The blood moon hung high. On this sandy ground, wind moved the sand, making gentle rustling sounds. Everything was so peaceful... Occasionally when monsters appeared, before they could make a sound, several sword flashes would immediately pass by, instantly reducing them to scattered chunks... ... Scorching sunlight blazed down on the desert. On the sandy ground, waves of heat gradually rose, incredibly hot. In a shaded area of a sand valley, several tall figures held giant umbrellas, respectfully shading a man from the sun. On a reclining chair, Carlos squinted, enjoying his after-meal rest. "The Sun Emperor’s Sword is currently lost in the deep Spirit Realm." Nobody knew why the Sun Emperor’s Sword was in the deep Spirit Realm. Perhaps due to a great battle, perhaps due to encountering a psionic void, perhaps... The reason for its loss wasn’t important to Carlos. He just wanted to get the Sun Emperor’s Sword in his hands. But the Spirit Realm, as spirituality’s destination, wasn’t easy to enter. Moreover, finding a spirit gear inside was like finding a needle in a haystack. The only method was to perform summoning, letting the Sun Emperor’s Sword actively break through the Spirit Realm and descend to the material world. "To summon the Sun Emperor’s Sword, I must use things closely related to it." Carlos continuously searched related memories, looking for currently suitable requirements closest to him. Soon, Carlos locked onto a piece of information. "Dawn Flame, one of the Sun Emperor’s Sword’s companion spirit flames. Symbolizes the newborn sun, full of vitality." As a companion spirit flame, it hadn’t fallen into the Spirit Realm with the Sun Emperor’s Sword, but was left in the material world. When the Sun Emperor’s Sword fell into the Spirit Realm, it actively left its companion spirit flame in the material world, hoping it could help find qualified Psionics to summon it back from the Spirit Realm. "Dawn Flame is hidden in the Red Willow Desert south of White Poplar City." Carlos slowly pondered, reviewing information about Dawn Flame from his memory over and over. "However, the distance is somewhat far." Carlos hesitated slightly, but thinking of the Sun Emperor’s Sword’s powerful attributes, his heart surged with passion, instantly crushing his hesitation. Without delay, Carlos immediately recalled the shield guards and miscellaneous items. "Let’s move out!" Wings soaring, he instantly disappeared from the spot... ... After several days of high-intensity flight, a modest-sized ’city’ appeared before Carlos’s eyes. White Willow City, an ordinary small city next to the Desolate Desert, was a necessary stop for reaching the White Willow Desert. Called a city, it actually had only a few thousand residents, about the same as a large village. Being extremely close to the Desolate Desert, many Psionics would rest and resupply here. So relatively speaking, it was quite prosperous. "This is already outside the Desolate Desert’s coverage. Got to be careful." Without dark mist area spirituality restrictions, Carlos needed to act carefully. Although his subordinates, when fully activating bonds, could individually take on high-tier Psionics, nobody could guarantee whether powerful figures were hidden in this city. If he unluckily ran into Controllers or even Weavers, Carlos’s plan to seek Dawn Flame might face unexpected complications. Quietly landing, Carlos retracted his crimson-gold wing bones, strapped an ordinary greatsword to his back, and walked toward White Willow City alone... "My... lord, do... do you need a guide!" As soon as Carlos entered the city, a child nervously approached. Her tone was respectful, head bowed, her dry hair somewhat messy. Seeing Carlos’s lack of response, she hurriedly added: "My name is Mumu, and I’m very familiar with the city!" The child’s anxious, nervous expression already showed a layer of sweat on her small forehead. Carlos stopped and asked gently: "Is this your first time being a guide?" "Yes... yes, my lord!" The child didn’t dare hide anything and immediately replied. Her eyes dimmed at the same time. It’s over! He noticed! This lord definitely won’t let me be his guide. Biting her lip lightly, her eyes reddened as she tried not to cry. Suddenly, a comforting voice rang out: "Alright, little guide, quickly take me to find a room." "Huh?" This unexpected surprise made the child wonder if she had heard wrong. Carlos ruffled the child’s dry hair and deliberately urged: "Aren’t you going to lead the way?" "Yes! Yes!" She hadn’t heard wrong! The child was over the moon, nodding vigorously several times. "My... my lord, I’ll take you there right away!" Bouncing and jumping, she walked happily ahead of Carlos to lead the way. Watching the child’s happy smile, Carlos felt a healing sense of peace in his heart after the massive killing in the Desolate Desert. ... "My lord, we’re almost there! My mom says those wooden houses ahead are the best houses in all of White Willow City!" Bang! While speaking, the child didn’t notice and tripped over a stone with a thud. "That hurts!" The child quickly got up, no time to dust herself off, and continued leading. "Slow down, don’t rush." ... Soon, Carlos was led to a row of detached wooden houses. He briefly looked them over. "I’ll rest here tonight." Compared to the sandstone houses seen along the way, this was indeed pretty good accommodation. "Here, little guide, this is your payment." "Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord!" The child jumped happily, thanked him repeatedly, then ran off... "Bang!" Probably running too eagerly, she tripped over the same stone again. The child got up, angrily picked up the stone, and fiercely threw it on the ground. While throwing, she said: "You tripped me twice, so I’ll throw you twice too!" Bang! She threw it again, then left with an expression like she’d gotten her revenge. However, she didn’t notice that stone unfortunately rolled back to its original position. "This child’s personality..." Carlos felt she would be tripped by this stone again. Perhaps this was the legendary wood-stone affinity? These thoughts flashed by. In front of the row of wooden houses was a black tent. Carlos walked in. This was where rent was paid. ... "My lord, please keep your key safe." Carlos took the key and turned to leave. Suddenly, a figure rushed in, and the two brushed past each other.

Chapter 112: First Time for Everything

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