Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

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Chapter 110 Cultivator
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Finding Wilfred pathetic, Emrys shook his head and said, “You assumed that the seven–colored centipede is your weapon, but in
fact, you have long been a vessel for someone else to nurture the centipede.”
That was right.
Wilfred was merely a human vessel.
The seven–colored centipede was never under his control. The reason it helped him commit killings was that the seven–colored
centipede treated him as a vessel, needing to devour his flesh and blood to grow.
Typically, Wilfred wouldn’t be devoured so early. Only after the seven–colored centipede laid eggs inside him would he die from
having his flesh and blood entirely consumed.
Before that happened, Wilfred wouldn’t have any inkling of the changes in his b*dy.
However, Emrys struck the seven–colored centipede with his seal earlier, causing it to be severely wounded, spurring it to
consume Wilfred’s flesh and blood to recover.
“Impossible! Master would never harm me. How could he...” Wilfred shouted hysterically.
That seven–colored centipede was placed inside him by his master. If what Emrys said was the truth, that meant his master had

never thought of him as a disciple. Instead, he was just using Wilfred’s b*dy to nurture the seven–colored centipede.

Wilfred refused to believe that was the case.
Nevertheless, whether he believed it or not, the fact was his b*dy was being rapidly devoured.
As Wilfred was on the verge of losing consciousness, Emrys suddenly approached him and whispered, “Since you’re about to
die, I might as well let you in on another secret. I’m not a martial artist nor a friar. I’m a cultivator.”
A cultivator honed both physical toughness and magical techniques and was superior to martial artists and friars.
Becoming a cultivator required extreme conditions. Both talent and resilience were necessary prerequisites.
That was why the old friar insisted on sending Emrys to train on the battlefield at the border, as he intended to refine the latter’s
resilience.
“Cultivator...” Wilfred muttered and widened his eyes before swiftly expiring.
It was unknown whether his death was caused by the unbearable agony or because he was shocked by Emrys‘ words.
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Not long after Wilfred collapsed, his chest burst open, forming a bloody hole. The seven–colored centipede, now ten times longer
than it was, crawled out. It appeared like a venomous snake with creepy–crawly legs. The sight of it gave people the creeps.

The seven–colored centipede fluttered its blood–red wings, preparing to fly out of the Chalker residence. However, Emrys
unleashed two more seals to strike it down.
“Wilfred!” At that moment, an old man in his sixties suddenly threw himself on Wilfred’s b*dy, weeping bitterly.
That man was Tyson Chalker from the Chalker family.
When the mahogany coffin crashed into the Chalker residence’s courtyard earlier, he heard the commotion and rushed over.
Upon arriving at the scene, the old man happened to witness the seven–colored centipede bursting out from his son’s torso.
Ultimately, he failed to be with his son during the latter’s last moments.
After going missing for ten years, Wilfred finally returned, having learned some impressive skills, only to die a few days later.
How could Tyson not be heartbroken?
Emrys took in that scene with an impassive look in his eyes, not feeling a shred of pity for Tyson. Like father, like son. Being
capable of dominating the expansive territory of North River District, Tyson is definitely not some benevolent figure.
Rumor had it that decades ago when the prestigious families were fighting for territory at North River District, many people died
tragically in Jolhurst River, yet the only one who benefited was Tyson.
Emrys could only describe the current turn of events as karma.
Everyone in the Chalker family was dumbfounded. Our family’s next–in–line patriarch died just like that, not to mention in such a
miserable state. There isn’t even a complete corpse of him! What on earth is going on?
A few days ago, when Wilfred returned to the Chalker residence and announced he was a martial artist, the others were ecstatic.
They even fantasized about how they should distribute the assets in South River District after monopolizing Jadeborough.
Little did they expect their hopes would be completely shattered in just a few days.
What was worse, they might not even be able to maintain their current status because the young man standing before them was
just too terrifying.
This is all that d*mned woman’s fault! All the members of the Chalker family directed their wrath at Angelina..

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