Chapter 64: Selvara Is Another Treasure Chest

Damian frowned slightly.

He was just about to speak, but before he could say anything, two familiar figures suddenly appeared near the broken gate.

Violetta and Vulkara.

The two of them had clearly not run far at all.

Violetta’s breathing was a little uneven, but her expression remained calm. Vulkara, on the other hand, looked irritated and nervous at the same time, her short blade still held tightly in her hand.

The moment Damian saw them, he sighed in relief because they were safe.

But almost immediately after that, his face darkened slightly.

He had clearly told them to run first, yet these two actually came back?

For a second, Damian did not know whether he should be touched or angry.

Vulkara noticed his expression and clicked her tongue. "What are you looking at? Did you really think we would just run and leave you behind?"

Violetta lowered her head slightly. "Master, forgive us. We could not abandon you."

Damian stared at them for a moment before helplessly rubbing his forehead. "You two really know how to make things complicated."

Still, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

Although it was troublesome, he would be lying if he said he was not a little happy.

At least his disciples were not the kind of people who would disappear the moment danger appeared.

Elder Selvara quietly looked at Violetta and Vulkara, and for a moment, she paused.

Both women were quite beautiful.

One had a gentle, elegant aura like a fallen noble flower, while the other carried a wild, fiery stubbornness that refused to bend.

Then Selvara slowly looked back at Damian, and her gaze immediately became a little strange.

Damian noticed that look and felt his mouth twitch. "Elder, why are you looking at me like that?"

Selvara was silent for a moment.

With her experience, how could she not understand what kind of person Damian probably was?

A young man carrying precious pills, strange luck, and two beautiful female disciples following him even during danger.

No matter how she looked at it, this brat did not seem simple at all, and of course, not in a pure way.

Unfortunately for her, a promise was still a promise. Since Damian had crushed the token, she had to accept him, even if she did not exactly want to.

Selvara sighed faintly. "Nothing."

Damian pointed toward Violetta and Vulkara. "They are my disciples. Can they come with us?"

Selvara glanced at the two women again.

Violetta bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Elder Selvara."

Vulkara hesitated for a second before also lowering her head. "Greetings, Elder."

Selvara looked at them quietly before finally nodding. "Fine. I will take them too."

Damian immediately relaxed. "Thank you, Elder."

Selvara waved her sleeve, and a silver sword light spread beneath their feet. "Enough. We leave now."

The next moment, silver sword light carried Damian, Violetta, and Vulkara across the night sky.

The ruined courtyard disappeared behind them in only a few breaths, becoming nothing more than a small dark spot below.

Vulkara stood stiffly on the flying sword, her face pale as she looked down at the city shrinking beneath her feet. "Damn it... this thing is way too high."

Violetta was calmer, but even she could not hide the shock in her eyes.

A moment ago, they were still trapped in the courtyard, surrounded by enemies.

Now, they were flying through the sky behind an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The change was so sudden that neither of them could fully understand what had happened.

Violetta finally looked toward Damian and asked softly, "Master... what exactly happened?"

Vulkara immediately turned her head too. "Yeah. Explain. How the hell did you suddenly call someone like her?"

Damian opened his mouth.

But before he could answer, Elder Selvara’s calm voice sounded from the front. "Your master has become my disciple in the Heavenly Sword Sect."

Violetta and Vulkara instantly froze.

Selvara continued without looking back, "Since you are his disciples, that makes you my grand-disciples. That is all you need to know for now."

The air became silent.

Violetta’s purple eyes widened slightly.

Vulkara’s mouth opened, then closed again.

For once, even she did not know what to say.

The Heavenly Sword Sect.

That name was not something ordinary cultivators could casually ignore.

Even in distant cities, people knew it was a great sword cultivation sect with powerful elders, terrifying disciples, and a reputation that could make smaller forces lower their heads immediately.

And now, their master had somehow become the disciple of one of its elders?

Vulkara slowly looked at Damian like she was looking at some ridiculous monster. "Master... how are you this damn lucky?"

Damian coughed lightly. "Well..."

Honestly, even he did not know how to properly explain it.

He had crushed a system reward token, lied his way through a question, and somehow became the disciple of a terrifying sword elder.

If he said that out loud, it would sound fake as hell.

Violetta lowered her head slightly, hiding the complicated look in her eyes. "Congratulations, Master."

Damian smiled awkwardly. "Thanks."

Meanwhile, his gaze quietly moved toward Elder Selvara.

At that moment, a familiar system screen suddenly appeared in front of him.

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[Spiritual Root: King Grade Sword Spiritual Root]

[Physique: King Grade Sword Body]

[Bloodline: Human]

[Cultivation: Eighth Stage Golden Core Realm]

[Qi: Neutral Sword Qi]

[Comprehension: Peerless]

[Talent: King Grade Sword Cultivator]

[Multiplier: 500×]

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The moment Damian saw the screen, his entire mind almost froze.

"King Grade?"

He had seen Mortal Grade, Profound Grade, and Noble Grade before, but he had never heard of King Grade.

"Just what the hell kind of grade was that? And what level was it above?"

Not only that, it was not just her spiritual root. Her physique and talent were also King Grade.

Now Damian was truly in disbelief. Just how strong was this new master of his?

And the moment his gaze landed on her multiplier, his eyes almost popped out of his head.

His heart skipped hard.

"Five hundred times multiplier?"

For a moment, Damian almost forgot how to breathe.

But soon, another thought suddenly appeared in his mind, making his scalp tingle.

"If she has a multiplier... does that mean Elder Selvara is also destined to become a villainess?"

Damian quietly looked at the white-robed woman standing at the front of the flying sword.

Her back was straight, her aura was cold, and sword pressure silently flowed around her like moonlight mixed with killing intent.

Damian swallowed. "Damn..."

This new master of his might be an even bigger problem than he thought.