The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

At the same time, numerous cheers could be heard outside the room.

Ezra Zephyr opened the windows and looked outside. The thick layers of clouds were being torn apart as an extremely distant land began to appear.

His heart trembled slightly when his gaze fell upon it. He could sense an extremely concentrated and boundless natural Spiritual Energy filling the sky above the land.

Its concentration level far surpassed that of any place Ezra had visited before. Except for one, his very own Kingdom which now has the Mother Tree. The Bloodfang Kingdom surpassed every sect in terms of Spiritual Energy's thickness and enormity.

But, the current place was lacking behind only to the Bloodfang Kingdom. In addition, the spiritual energy seemed to slip between various forms and shapes, giving off a spontaneously unique feeling, as if it was a blessing and right belonging only to them.

Ezra seemed to realise something as he looked at a monstrous skyscraping mountain whose peak was hidden in the sky, he mumbled to himself, "Is… this the Demonic Mountain that enjoys 60% of the entire Lower Realm's minerals?"

It was indeed vast and practically limitless.

In a place like this, even if two people had similar talent, the one who trained here would achieve far more than the one in any other sect.

In a certain sense, the entire region was basically an indescribably enormous martial gentility paradise.

"No wonder senior Xavier told us the geniuses here would be exceedingly arrogant. If you grew up here, geniuses from other regions would indeed look like country bumpkins." Ezra smiled wickedly.

~KNOCK KNOCK~

While the prince was sighing, the sound of knocking was heard from the door.

Ezra called out to come in, and the door quickly opened, revealing a round face that smiled charmingly at Ezra. "Your majesty, senior Xavier told us to get ready. Once we reach the region of Spirit Devouring Mountain, we'll be leaving the boat and heading towards the Demonic Mountain."

The one at the door was a little fatty. Though a smile was usually present on his face, light often flickered brightly in his small eyes, an indication of his exceptional brilliance.

The little fatty was called Gill Subzi and was also one of the geniuses from the geniuses of Bloodfang Kingdom. His Subzi family is prominent in alchemy, equipped with wealth that could match entire kingdom's, they were the main source of trade during the crises.

However, they were respected by the royal family because the Subzi family is a family of Gnomes, not Beastmen yet they stayed in Bloodfang.

Gill was given the 5th-grade spirit cubic pill and awakened a Poison-based spirit.

Of course, this did not mean the little fatty was weak, or that he was only selected by Ezra's recommendation. He was a 3rd Circle Sorcerer.

Ever since Xavier's warning, the Naran's geniuses had understood that their previous status in their homeland would no longer be valid in the sect, making them extremely ordinary instead.

In fact, they may not even be able to become formal disciples of the Spirit Devouring Mountain.

The cruel reality was a wake up call for everyone. Most of them began to train frantically, hoping to at least raise their strength a little before reaching the Spirit Devouring Mountain, so as to avoid becoming a third class disciple and be looked down upon by others.

On the other hand, this little fatty, Gill Subzi, had chosen the most direct and efficient method, relying on Ezra Zephyr. The little fatty had practically become Ezra's servant during this period, obediently abiding his every command, not that any other would not but this guy was overdoing it.

With regards to this, Ezra could laugh. However, he was pretty surprised by Gill Subzi's decisiveness to give everything up just like that. Although he was nothing special to look at, he was clearly still very talented, especially in alchemy and business.

After spending some time together over this period, Ezra found that Gill Subzi was actually pretty straight forward.

There was no beating about the bush, but instead a direct declaration. "Your Majesty, I'm not good at fighting, I'm here to grab ahold of you with all my might. I'm yours from now onwards so please do shelter me."

Ezra smiled and nodded. After tidying up abit, he walked out of the door, heading towards the bow of the ship with Gill Subzi.

As they walked, Ezra swept a glance at Gill Subzi and said with a smile, "I say, you're the young master of the Subzi family after all, and your family is nothing but wealtheir than my royal family. Why is there a need for this? You are already a 5th-grade spirit holder"

Gill Subzi beamed in response. "Your majesty, do you know what my Subzi family places the most emphasis on? Two words… good judgement!

My family is fond of making friends, regardless of whether they are strong or weak. That's why my family has the most friends in and outside of Bloodfang Kingdom. As for how to choose those worthy of investing in from amongst these friends, it would depend on one's judgement ability.

I may be mediocre in every other aspect, but I'm confident in my ability to judge. From what I can see, you'll definitely become akin to a shark in water inside the Spirit Devouring Mountain in the future.

So I'm choosing to help you now, not that you need it but to create some good karma. Who knows, your majesty may become my most successful investment in the future."

Said Gill Subzi in a pleased manner as he rubbed his fat belly.

"As for myself, Although my cultivation talent is not as good as yours, I do know a thing or two about business and alchemy.

Your majesty, you only need to be my backer, while I earn the cash, and then we'll split the profits. Won't this be a happy cooperation?"

Upon seeing that he had even written the entire story in his head, Ezra Zephyr could only smile and sigh. "What a talent."