Prime Originator

After listening to Chief Valencia's suggestion, Leon agreed with a nod.

Unless the Battle God Palace were the kinds of people who repay gratitude with malice, they would be sure to repay handsomely, given their status.

"I will handle the people from the Battle God Palace. Chief Valencia can take care of the rest," Leon shortly stated before adding, "Feel free to call me if there are any more troublemakers."

"Naturally, Young Master Leonhardt. We will be relying on you," Chief Valencia nodded.

Shortly after, Leon lept off the wall and landed in front of the Battle God Palace's group before he calmly said, "Come with me. I'll take a look at your young master inside the tribe."

"You are the Divine Doctor? You are much younger than I had imagined," the group leader commented with surprise.

Nevertheless, the group leader raised his hand and gestured his people to follow him after the young man.

"Abilities are not determined by one's age," Leon simply stated before taking the lead to guide the group into the tribe.

"That's true." The group leader nodded.

If their young master had not have been envied by the heavens, he would have been the most remarkable talent the Battle God Palace had seen within a hundred years—if not greater.

At the same time, Chief Valencia spoke to the rest of the crowd, "Everyone, follow me. My tribesmen will get you sorted into your accommodations. But, of course, please be mindful of your behaviors."

Chief Valencia had a hint of warning at the end.

Nevertheless, while looking at the big crowd outside the walls, Chief Valencia could not help but think that the Darkmoon Tribe has become a transit point for the secret realm opening.

If the Darkmoon Tribe had not suffered significant losses in the Bone Calamity previously, it would have been difficult to settle so many visitors at once, not to mention more were still on the way.

"I wonder how many Battle Masters will be gathered for the Eternal Night Secret Realm this time around..." the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman muttered thoughtfully while watching the steady flow of people pouring into the tribe.

"How many Battle Masters participated in the last opening of the secret realm, Senior?" Aria asked.

"Hm?"

The One-Eyed Venerable Shaman suddenly paused his gaze on Aria before he responded with an apology, "I'm sorry, you are...?"

"I am Aria Rivera, Senior," Aria introduced before saying, "But Senior can just call me Aria. I am Leon's w–wife."

"Young Master Leonhardt's?" the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman muttered before he thoughtfully commented, "The wife of Young Master Leonhardt would surely not be ordinary either."

"Senior has overpraised me," Aria replied humbly.

The One-Eye Venerable Shaman simply smiled without any intention to pry further.

"The last two openings were missed due to its location being held in the heart of the demon's territory," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman began to answer Aria's previous question.

"However, in the last opening before that, there were over 2000 Battle Masters that joined, and only 1300 of them made it back from the secret realm alive."

"Given it had been nearly 300 years since then, the number of Battle Masters joining this time around will most likely be much greater," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman stated.

"I see... Thank you for explaining, Senior," Aria said before muttering softly, "Much greater than 2000 Battle Masters, huh?"

'According to the power system of the Infertile Plains, Early-rank Battle Masters possesses 500-thousand jin of strength while Extremity-rank Battle Masters has up to 1.5-million jin of strength...'

In other words, that was equivalent to 2000 Transcendents between the Mid-rank 1 to Early-rank 2!

'This is quite the force to be reckoned with. If the Crawford Kingdom had this kind of military power back then, there would never have been any rebellion,' Aria silently thought.

Suddenly, she understood her husband's purpose in the Infertile Plains.

'If it is hubby's wish to subjugate these people and bolster the strength of the empire back in the Human Domain, it's my duty to help him realize of!'

Shortly after, Aria began to silently ponder how she could buy their loyalty or win their hearts to improve their impression of the Crawford Empire.

...

...

...

Meanwhile, Leon brought the Battle God Palace's group back to Barrenrock Courtyard, where it was free from the crowd and their prying gazes.

After pausing his steps in the center of the open courtyard, Leon turned back and calmly said, "I'll take a look at your young master here."

"Understood."

The group leader made a gesture before the Extremity-rank Battle Masters of the Battle God Palace placed the royal palanquin down on the ground.

Although it was called a palanquin, it was not much different from a stretcher with a hat for cover on top.

Inside the palanquin, the roughly 13-year-old boy laid in slumber peacefully, ignoring his pale complexion and black veins.

After a quick diagnosis with his divine sense, Leon turned back to the group leader and asked, "You said that your young master contracted Demonic Possession?"

"That's right!" The group leader nodded before asking expectantly, "You can treat it, right?"

"Naturally, but what your young master has isn't Demonic Possession," Leon casually stated with a shake of his head before he commented, "It seems like it's not harmonious within the Battle God Palace."

"What?"

The group leader was immediately taken aback by surprise, along with the other Extremity-rank Battle Masters.

"What does the Divine Doctor mean?" the group leader asked with a frown.

"What I mean is that your young master has been harmed by someone with ill intentions," Leon stated calmly.

Shortly after, he pointed to the unconscious boy and said, "This isn't Demonic Possession. This is poison disguised to look like Demonic Possession."

"And a pretty bad imitation at that. I might not have treated many Demonic Possessions, but I still have sufficient understanding to know that a person getting demonized will have their appearance altered."

"However, your young master looks perfectly normal as any other pureblooded humans. There's isn't a single alteration on his body at all."

"This is because our young master is still in the initial stages of Demonic Possession, thanks to our shamanic powers delaying the demonizing process," the group leader stated with a frown.

The Battle God Palace's group was not pleased to hear Leon's claims of treachery within their Battle God Palace, which would only prove to divide their unity.

Nevertheless, the group leader did not lash out at Leon and remained cordial on the surface as he required the person's medical expertise for their young master's sake.

However, it was clear from the group leader's tone that he was evidently displeased.

Leon shook his head and said, "That is only what you see on the surface. A true case of Demonic Possession will begin altering the body from within once the seed is germinated."

"However, that is not what is happening inside of your young master. He has clearly been poisoned by a specifically concocted poison that made use of herbs with the darkness attribute."

After saying that much, the group leader and the rest of the Battle God Palace group began to doubt themselves.

"Is that truly the case? Our young master has really been poisoned?" the group leader asked with knitted brows.

"How many times do I have to repeat myself before you can accept the truth before you?" Leon gazed at the group leader with a little bit of frustration.

If it was just a matter of Demonic Possession, it would not have been a big deal.

But now that he knows the young boy was poisoned, curing the person could get him involved in the Battle God Palace's internal strife and land him in deep waters instead.

The loss seems to outweigh the gains.

Nevertheless, the group leader continued to frown for a moment before he asked, "Can the poison be treated?"

"Since I am hailed as the Divine Doctor, I naturally have a way," Leon stated calmly before saying, "But a better question is why should I help him?"

"What is your young master's status? Why did people want to poison him? How can the Battle God Palace promise I won't get involved in your conflict by treating him?"

"Unless you can also answer all these questions of mine, I see no reason why I should help this boy recover from his current state," Leon stated his ultimatum without leaving room for negotiation.

Bam!

His words were not easily digested by some Extremity-rank Battle Masters as they stomped the ground aggressively with intimidation.

"What did you just say?" an Extremity-rank Battle Master snarled before barking, "It should be your honor to even receive the opportunity to treat our young master! Yet here you are trying to bargain with—!?"

The Extremity-rank Battle Master did not finish his words before Leon waved his hand and expelled the person with a mighty earthen fist, sending the person flying straight out of both the courtyard and tribe—into some unknown field outside.

"Anyone else wants to follow in his footsteps?" Leon casually asked.

The Extremity-rank Battle Masters immediately thought twice before they dropped the idea of throwing around the weight of the Battle God Palace.

They could faintly feel that the strong aura from the Divine Doctor's body placed him somewhere around the High-rank Battle Master Realm.

However, the Divine Doctor wields a strange force that seemed unstoppable and inviolable—at least to people at their level.

"This is the shamanic power of the Shaman King's Successor?" the group leader muttered softly before furrowing his brows in thought, "It seems somewhat different from the records…"