Ilia Yarrow was considered the local tyrant at Autumn Name Mountain.

As Silvio Reed’s Tomb Guardian, he lived quite comfortably in the area.

Whether it was Brayden Martinez or Trent Marsh, neither could trouble him.

After all, Silvio Reed was the nominal king of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

His merits and faults didn’t matter; once he died, hatred vanished like smoke.

However, after the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance fell into turmoil and Silvio Reed was ’killed’ by Brayden Martinez, the entire order began to unravel.

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance ceased to exist, and naturally, no one sent money or people to Ilia Yarrow.

He could only occupy the mountain and become a self-proclaimed king.

Self-sufficient.

Fortunately, he still held the title of Tomb Guardian, and the remnants of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance treated him with great respect.

Many former subordinates who came to pay respects to Silvio Reed would leave spiritual medicines and money for Ilia Yarrow upon departure.

But as time passed, those who once served Silvio Reed gradually grew old and died.

Over hundreds of years, fewer and fewer people came.

Counting to today, it’s been about a few thousand years with no visitors.

As a Tomb Guardian, Ilia Yarrow had to live long.

That’s why, while he was alive, he received Silvio Reed’s care.

He could live many more years than others.

But it required a large amount of spiritual medicine to continue.

When the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance existed, these spiritual medicines were as plentiful as drizzle.

But once the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance disappeared, Ilia Yarrow had to think about himself.

Without the supply of spiritual medicines, even with Silvio Reed’s true teachings, he could live at most about a thousand years.

Beyond that, it would be impossible.

No one wants to die.

Many martial artists spend their lives pursuing immortality, but without exception, they all failed.

Now Ilia Yarrow had such a great advantage, possessing Silvio Reed’s exclusive life-extending martial arts. If he were to die after only a thousand years,

he would be very unwilling.

So he began to seek other means.

Everything was for survival.

Money and people were the keys.

In recent years, Ilia Yarrow had gained quite a reputation, with many prominent families and martial artists flocking to him.

Darian Martin was among them.

Over a hundred years ago, Darian Martin encountered Ilia Yarrow by chance.

Upon hearing that Ilia Yarrow had lived for several thousand years, he was immediately captivated.

For over a hundred years, he had been working for Ilia Yarrow without asking for anything in return.

But because of his loyalty, Ilia Yarrow still gave Darian Martin the title of a small squad leader.

This title might not sound impressive, but in Autumn Name Mountain, it was a golden badge.

Which sect didn’t bow and scrape upon seeing him?

Because of this, when Darian Martin walked in, he gave such arrogant commands.

Until...

Julius Reed shoved a gun in his mouth.

"Time is running out; I might pull the trigger at any moment," Julius Reed reminded him.

"I’ll do it!"

Darian Martin only pursued immortality, but if he died now, it wouldn’t be longer than a normal peaceful life.

It completely contradicted his interests.

These years with Ilia Yarrow, although his health improved and his abilities increased slightly, he never learned the secret to immortality.

That was Ilia Yarrow’s secret.

Ilia Yarrow once said he would only pass it to one person — whoever held the highest place in his heart would inherit this secret.

Because of these words, many people were willing to follow him, just to glimpse the secret of immortality.

But what they didn’t know was, Ilia Yarrow had been saying this for over four thousand years.

In four thousand years, countless people pledged their lives to him because of those words.

Yet until their deaths, none saw Ilia Yarrow pass this secret to anyone.

Darian Martin had the same mentality.

Go for it.

After all, the chance for immortality was extremely slim.

If there was even a tiny bit, he cherished it.

But now, the situation was different.

His primary goal was to survive.

"Can I, ask a few questions first?" Darian Martin asked hesitantly, taking out his phone with trembling hands.

"Go ahead." Julius Reed nodded.

"Can you... take the gun out?" Darian Martin attempted again.

Julius Reed withdrew the gun.

"Do you know Ilia Yarrow, the Great Commander?" Darian Martin asked, voicing the question in his heart.

This question was too important.

If they were acquaintances, there was no need to take the risk.

What if Ilia Yarrow was disappointed afterward?

If they were enemies, then it didn’t matter.

Saving his own life was the priority.

"I didn’t know him before, but now I want to. I know what you’re thinking. I found him to negotiate, and it’s a negotiation with no room for choice. He either agrees or dies." Julius Reed pointed at him.

"As for you, don’t calculate in your heart. If you don’t do as told, I really will kill you."

After Julius Reed finished speaking, he pointed the gun at his head.

After all, he needed to make the call, and his mouth had its use.

It couldn’t be detected.

Ilia Yarrow was sly and very cautious.

"Remember, if Ilia Yarrow detects anything amiss, it will be your death day," Julius Reed warned.

"Understood, I know what to do. The matters of your esteemed individuals have nothing to do with me, I’ll just follow orders."

Darian Martin nodded, being very cooperative.

He was just a small fry, without the capability to make choices.

Everything was at the mercy of fate.

"Commander Ilia, I’ve encountered a little trouble here. There are experts in the hotel, and Brayden Martinez was killed by them. Also... our people were also beaten. I arrived late and just stood at the door, not daring to enter."

Darian Martin said in a low voice, "There are quite a lot of them; they don’t seem to care about our identity. Our brothers are trapped inside, I’ll go negotiate a bit, are you coming over?"

"Who has the audacity to disregard even Ilia Yarrow’s face?"

On the phone, Ilia Yarrow was very angry.

He had long been a law unto himself at Autumn Name Mountain, being ignored for the first time made him more irritable!

This place was far removed from the martial arts world, generally only having sects and ordinary people.

In this region, Ilia Yarrow was the local tyrant.

"If you’re coming, hurry. If you’re late, our brothers might not make it! These people are too brazen and very capable!" Darian Martin whispered, as if afraid of being overheard.

"Wait, I’ll be right there!"

Ilia Yarrow hung up directly.

"Would he come over so easily?" Longkun found it hard to believe. "Not necessarily, right? Are you playing some trick?"

A few words could trick his big brother into coming; Ilia Yarrow was still the Tomb Guardian chosen by Silvio Reed, so why wouldn’t he suspect any trickery?

"You don’t understand. You’re the first to dare oppose us on Autumn Name Mountain... so the Great Commander will come personally." Darian Martin patiently explained, fearing the few masters before him would become displeased and kill him.

"I believe him; this man doesn’t lie." Julius Reed waved his hand, saying, "You can go, just don’t come back in the future."

"You’re letting me go? Aren’t you afraid I’ll leak the information?" Darian Martin was very surprised; he was even prepared to die.

But he never expected this blind man would let him go.

"Go." Julius Reed offered no explanation.

The person he sought could not escape.