Deities: Starting From Goblins

Logan had always been able to create miracles. Just like when they faced the terrifying Sanctuary Powerhouse, or even when they confronted the Beast King and Heavenly Saint Daoist. In the end, they came out unscathed, which made him totally believe in Logan’s abilities.

Upon hearing this, Logan looked up into the sky, “No, the reason Jake Wexler has plotted so much is all for becoming the Lord. If tens of millions of people die at once, and a whole city is emptied, what’s the point of Jake Wexler being the Lord?”

“This is a struggle between Sandy Wexler and Jake Wexler, it would simply result in a change of Lord in the end. But can a City-protecting Array that a previous lord had put in place with so much effort really be controlled by Jake Wexler alone? As an Array Master, I am all too clear about the mechanisms within.”

Actually, mastering an array is just like cultivation, the stronger the array, the stronger the required strength. Even though Jake Wexler’s cultivation realm is not low and he has reached the strength of a Half-step Saint Seat Powerhouse, the crucial thing is that he knows nothing about the City-protecting Array.

Actually, it’s okay to not understand the array. The previous lord must have left an instruction manual, so letting Sandy Wexler control the City-protecting Array should not lead to chaos. But it would be completely different with outsiders in charge. If the Array Spirit fights back, Jake Wexler might fall into obsession.

Bart Cloud nodded, deeply agreeing: “I may not understand it all, but if the City-protecting Array were really something great, it wouldn’t have been hidden from use for so long. It would have long been put to use, wouldn’t it?”

“Let’s go and see for ourselves.” Logan leaped out of the inn, knowing they can’t see anything clearly from here. They need to go to the Lord’s Manor for a clear sight.

At that moment, the entire street was brightly lit, and everyone was awakened by the abnormality. All cultivators were hurrying towards the Lord’s Manor, while the majority of ordinary people were trembling and didn’t dare to leave their homes, for fear that they might vanish if they lost their attention for a moment.

In the sky, Jake Wexler’s voice was arrogant: “After hundreds of years, I will get back what I lost. This city should have been mine. Since many people are stubbornly refusing to see this, they will be killed.”

With those words, the thousands of guards gathered outside the Lord’s Mansion were wiped out, all killed by a single strike of thunder produced by the array. However, this shocking scene didn’t intimidate others. More city guards were continuously rushing here.

Watching this scene, Sandy Wexler clenched his fists. This was a grudge between him and Jake Wexler, why involve innocent people? These guards were only here to protect the city, what wrong had they done? A truly courageous man would come after him alone.

“You’ve often said that I’ve stolen your position as a Lord. But let me ask you, who was unfit to be a Lord back then? Plus, if you had voiced any resentment then, I would have left to enhance my cultivation. I never wanted to be a Lord.” Sandy Wexler roared, looking up at the sky.

Sandy Wexler had always been outstanding in talent, with potential to reach the Saint Seat. However, he was confined by this city. He had to protect tens of millions of people in the city, so he gave up his cultivation path.

Despite the huge amount of resources available within the city for his cultivation, Sandy Wexler had become a Quasi-Saint. However, because he had been trapped in the city all his life, lacking a lot of insights, he was never able to reach the Saint Seat.

In the sky, Jake Wexler fell silent, recalling those past years. He remembered himself and Sandy Wexler as the genius youngsters of the Wexler Clan. He, being the legitimate son of the previous lord while Sandy Wexler was just a side branch.

Although the two of them had the same talent, he was one rank above since he was the legitimized heir. According the family’s inheritance rules, he should have been the successor. However, his father did not choose him, but instead, picked Sandy Wexler from the side branch.

Even though many years ago, I didn’t speak against it, this grudge has been held for centuries. When my father died, he took advantage of his absence for cultivation and didn’t come back to mourn. This hatred didn’t dissolve over time. Although Sandy Wexler had promised me the position of the Vice Lord and also the Grand Elder, it wasn’t what I wanted.

Remembering all this, he sneered and replied, “Doesn’t he owe me? Back then, weren’t both of us geniuses with exceptional talent? Why could you, a collateral member, succeed as the Lord? Yet, I, the legitimate heir, became a joke at that moment.”

“So that’s what you’ve been brooding over.” Sandy Wexler understood and suddenly counter-questioned, “Have you ever considered why the former Lord didn’t want you as the heir? Or have you ever remembered your childhood dream? Perhaps you’d find your answer within yourself.”

“It’s prejudice,” Jake Wexler in the air coldly snorted. He had been pondering this for three hundred years, and the only possible reason was prejudice. Even though Sandy Wexler and he were geniuses, Sandy Wexler practised cultivation a bit harder, so his realm was always slightly higher than his.

Moreover, it always had been rumored that he was not the biological son of his father, but just an orphan adopted from outside. Due to the misgivings about his identity that he was not part of the Wexler Clan, he was passed over for inheritance in favour of Sandy Wexler, a collateral member.

Sandy Wexler sighed, suddenly lamenting, “Actually, it is all my fault. I thought you had let go and weren’t dwelling on the past, so over these years, we’ve never discussed it. The truth is, your father wanted you to be free.”

“Your childhood dream was to keep breaking through in cultivation, hoping one day to become the supreme Sanctuary Powerhouse, so your father didn’t want you to be trapped here, to worry about tens of millions of people for your entire life.”

“Your father was the Lord and was trapped in this city for a thousand years, so he didn’t want his son to end up the same. That’s why he gave the succession to me. I didn’t want to be Lord either, I also wanted to go out and cultivate.”

“If you had objected back then, your father would have definitely taken back his order. But when you didn’t utter a word at that time, everyone thought you agreed.” Sandy Wexler gave a wry smile. Jake Wexler’s unwillingness to share his thoughts with others led to this situation.

If things had been sorted out back then, it wouldn’t have resulted in today. From the moment he became the Lord, there was no turning back. It became the old Lord’s lifelong regret, and he never saw Jake Wexler again until his death.

“Is…is that true?” Jake Wexler choked up as if he had been struck on the head. Was that truly what his father intended? It seemed he was back in his childhood again, it seemed his dream was to become a Sanctuary Powerhouse.

As for the position of the Lord, he never coveted it, thinking it didn’t matter who became the Lord, after all, he didn’t want to take on that mess. He might have been the legitimate heir, but he had the right to refuse, right? He wasn’t even asked and the decision was made on his behalf, needless to say how bitter he must’ve felt then.

Sandy Wexler nodded, raising his hand and swearing an oath, “I swear on the name of the Quasi-Saint, that if even a single word is false, may I be struck by the Thunder Tribulation, and suffer immense cause and effect. I hope you won’t repeat your mistakes. Please withdraw the City-protecting Array!”

Jake Wexler believed him. No powerhouse would dare to make such an oath and lie, as violation would indeed lead to severe punishment by the Heavenly Dao. Even a Sanctuary Powerhouse would suffer immense causality from it, let alone Sandy Wexler, who was just a Quasi-Saint.

“Perhaps it was all a misunderstanding. But now, there’s no turning back. Between you and me, one of us must die. There can only be one Lord. I have been preparing for hundreds of years, I won’t allow my efforts to be wasted at the final moment.”

Suddenly, Jake Wexler went into a frenzy, like being possessed. Above the array, thunder and lightning raged, and a horrifying aura was brewing.