chapter 38 Blood Jade Ring

Spencer pondered for a while and said, "In my opinion, you should have entered the category of a ninth-grade warrior. If you want to know more about your cultivation, it is best to go to the Martial Association and let the professional judges assess you and give you the exact level." "Forget it, it's too much trouble!" Ashburn was too lazy to do such a thing to gain fame. "In the entire Narada, there are probably no more than ten warriors of this grade." "So I'm pretty awesome?" "To be able to achieve such a level of cultivation at such a young age is something that many warriors would envy. Have you been practising martial arts since you were a child? I only started practising martial arts when I was 14 years old. If I had started practising earlier, I might not fail." Spencer was regretful and sighing. "I've only been practising for about a week." Spencer’s expression froze for a moment. It was hard to be sure that what Ashburn said was true, but Ashburn seemed to not need to lie to him. What a damn talent? Within a week he entered the high-level martial arts masters. Ashburn smiled and said nothing. Having an adventure made lots of differences. The rich theories and experiences he inherited were equivalent to his software, while the Flesh Buddha was his hardware, allowing him to instantly have the foundation of internal strength. He was like a computer calculating complex mathematical problems, but ordinary people were still calculating by hand, so naturally they couldn't keep up. "Who are the senior warriors in Narada?" "Except for a few masters from the Martial Association, I know that there are only two people, one is Upton Griffin and the other is Hann Liger." When talking about Hann Liger, Spencer's eyes were filled with fire. "Hann Liger is your boss?" "Yes, but from now on, we have no relationship." Spencer, while feeling a pain in his heart like a dull knife cutting. Once upon a time, he regarded Hann Liger as his brother. He went through life and death and did many shameful things, but when he was no longer of use, he was abandoned like a pair of worn shoes. Hated, he hated! Not only he hated the Hann Liger, but also himself in the past! "Hann Liger’s company is doing security work on the surface, but secretly he also does some shady deals. Most of these deals are executed by me. I should have recognized his turpitude before. He and Upton Griffin are brothers, but they gave a blood jade ring to harm him. What a duplicitous villain, I should have left him early." Spencer sighed with regret. Hearing the blood jade ring, Ashburn's heart moved and asked, "Are you saying that Upton Griffin's blood jade ring was given by Hann Liger?" "That's right, the Griffin family is very powerful in the Narada martial arts world. Upton Griffin himself is an upper-level ninth-grade warrior, while Hann Liger is a lower-level ninth-grade warrior. Therefore, he did not dare to fight head-on with Upton Griffin and pretended to be friends with Upton Griffin. It was for the Griffin family's property.” "The Griffin family's Tiger Roaring Dragon Court is the top club in Narada. It is opened on Southhill Street along with Hann Liger's Royal Lion Club. However, one of them has an annual profit of hundreds of millions, and the other has been losing money year after year. Hann Liger heard a geomantic omen master say, The eye of the geomantic power was occupied by the Tiger Roaring Dragon Court on Southhill Street and suppressing the Royal Lion Club, so he has been staring at Tiger Roaring Dragon Court for a long time. "It's just that he knew there was still a gap in power between him and the Griffin family, so he followed the geomantic omen master's suggestion and gave Upton Griffin a blood jade ring worth tens of millions. Upton Griffin was quite touched when he saw how generous his brother was and even had no clue that his death was not far away!" Ashburn didn't expect that a blood jade ring could reveal so many inside stories, and asked, "Do you know the origin of this blood jade ring?" "I heard Hann Liger mention it. It seems to be an object from the Yuan Dynasty, dug out from Vicky Watts's tomb." "Which Vicky Watts's tomb?" Ashburn knew that there were many people named Vicky Watts in history, dowagers, hookers... There were too many. "It seems to be one of Myron Watts's daughters." "That Vicky Watts?" "I heard that Hann Liger invited several treasure appraisers to say that Myron Wen was imprisoned back then and refused to surrender to the Yuan Dynasty. His family members were all sent to the palace as slaves. This Vicky Watts was a very miserable lady. She was picked up by a noble as a concubine, but Vicky Watts was so fierce that she would rather die than obey. The nobleman was so angry that he asked someone to cut a hole in her body, put a ring finger inside, and then sewed it up to dye jade with blood. I heard that there were many such things at that time. Vicky Watts was not dead immediately at that time, and no one knew how long she had lived. Her blood filled in the jade with resentment as well." That period of history was too long ago, but the smell of the bloody facts between the lines of historical materials was still stunning. After listening to Spencer, Ashburn couldn't calm down for a long time. … Night fell. Ashburn closed his eyes and meditated, opening his inward vision, and looked at his spiritual cultivation, 495 years. After rescuing Spencer from the security guards of Liger company and treating his injuries, he only gained 5 years of spiritual cultivation. Ashburn thought to himself, this killer’s life was so cheap! Maybe because Spencer and his life were not in danger, Ashburn only treated his injury, not saved his life, so his spiritual cultivation could not increase that much. Another point was that Spencer followed Hann Liger and did a lot of evil things. He was not a good person. The rewards of spiritual cultivation were different between saving a bad person and saving a good person. 5 years to 500 years! Ashburn was a little unwilling, got up and walked to the window. Just as he was about to light a cigarette, he saw a bright moon outside the window, as bright as water. Full moon night! Upton Griffin! His spiritual cultivation depended on him! At this moment, Irene had gone to bed. Ashburn came downstairs, opened the door entered the back room, and called Spencer. Although Spencer’s injury had not healed, he was a murderous guy. Ashburn was worried about letting him stay at home alone with his mother and said, "Follow me!" "What?" "Make some money." Spencer casually pulled out his broken knife from under the bed, "Kill whom?" Ashburn slapped him on the back of the head, "Only killing could make money?" Spencer looked confused. In his opinion, he could only make money by killing people. Apart from killing people, he seemed to have never had any other occupation. Afraid of waking up Irene, the two went out quietly. Under Spencer's guidance, Ashburn drove the electromobile to the Griffin Family Courtyard. This was the same old-fashioned courtyard as the Willow Family Courtyard. The only difference was that there were two stone lions at the door. It seemed that the ancestors of the Griffin family were also prominent figures. After parking the car, Spencer was still a little confused, "Ashburn, why are we coming to Griffin's house?" "To save people." "You can’t make money by saving people!" Spencer disagreed. Ashburn's main purpose was actually to earn spiritual cultivation, but even though he explained, he was afraid Spencer wouldn't understand. So without explaining, he walked up to the door and knocked on it a few times with the knocker. After a while, a slightly rickety old man came out to open the door and looked at the two people, especially Spencer. Such an abstract face, illuminated by the eaves lamp, gave people a feeling of horror.