George Dennis remained silent.
He looked calmly at Beirut.
The other mages and the golden knights also looked at Beirut.
"May I ask, Mr. Beirut," asked Hopkins Markson, "how many fire mages are there in the Western cultivation world who can take disciples?"
Beirut replied, "Only I, an old man."
Mages are already rare.
To take disciples,
one must possess the strength of an Archmage.
Indeed.
As it stands,
all the fire mages in the Western cultivation world today are Beirut's disciples.
Hopkins Markson continued, "Since Mr. Beirut admits this, then I would like to ask, when did you take an Eastern man as a disciple?"
Beirut frowned. "In my life, I have only taken seven disciples, and they were all Westerners."
"You are clearly lying!" Hopkins Markson roared, then looked at George Dennis. "Your Excellency, last night I was ordered to quell the disputes within the Blood Clan and seize the Liangzhou Cauldron!
"But at a critical moment, a fire mage appeared.
"Tell me, if it wasn't Mr. Beirut's disciple, then who could it be?"
Beirut rose in indignation. "Just because he uses fire magic, you want to frame me?"
Hopkins Markson retorted, "Magic has a lineage. Since that person mastered fire magic, he must have had a teacher. Could he have learned it spontaneously?"
Beirut trembled with anger. He looked at George Dennis, his face full of humiliation. "Your Excellency, I, Beirut, am loyal to the Church of Light. I beg you to vindicate me!"
George Dennis looked at Hopkins Markson. "What else did that person say?"
He agreed with Hopkins Markson's words.
After all, magic has a tradition.
To become a mage, one needs guidance from a master.
But,
he did not doubt Beirut's loyalty.
Hopkins Markson gritted his teeth and said, "This person not only killed ten of my subordinate Light Knights.
"He even arrogantly told our Church of Light to find the Yongzhou Cauldron and the Jizhou Cauldron.
"And within half a month, he demanded that the cultivators of the Western world escort the three cauldrons back to the Eastern world.
"Otherwise, he would raze the Church of Light to the ground."
At these words,
angry curses echoed through the great hall.
"A mere youth from the Eastern world dares to disrespect our Church of Light! Such a person should be sent to meet the King of Hell!"
"Your Excellency, I am willing to take action to kill this person and let him know the might of our Western cultivation world!"
"Destroy our Church of Light? What audacious boasting! Does he think he is God?"
The experts of the Church of Light were all enraged.
The Church of Light had existed for thousands of years.
It had always been superior to all beings.
Now, to be despised by an Easterner, how could they not be furious?
George Dennis's eyes were filled with killing intent. "What was that person's strength like?"
Hopkins Markson said mournfully, "The person snapped his fingers, and many fireballs descended from the sky. My men could not resist and perished instantly!"
Everyone's expression changed drastically.
They seemed surprised that Chen Nan's strength was so formidable.
Beirut asked, "Did he chant any incantations?"
Hopkins Markson replied, "No!"
Beirut sneered, "Oh, my dear Mr. Hopkins Markson, your head must be filled with water. And not just any water, but foul water, swill, sewage. Otherwise, you wouldn't accuse me of taking an Easterner as a disciple."
Hopkins Markson was furious.
Beirut laughed in anger, "I am merely an Archmage, and I must chant incantations before casting spells. But the person you speak of can cast spells without chanting. This is the ability of a Saint Domain mage!"
"Are you implying that I, an Archmage, have trained a Saint Domain powerhouse?"
"If this isn't your head being filled with water, then what is it?"
Having said this, his tone suddenly turned icy.
It contained intense anger.
Hopkins Markson's mouth hung open.
He was angry that someone called him stupid.
But now,
he didn't know how to retort.
As Beirut said, magic requires long-term accumulation.
An Archmage simply could not train a Saint Domain powerhouse.
However,
he was displeased with Beirut calling him stupid.
He posed a question that left Beirut speechless: "Even if he is not your disciple, could he be your master?"
"An Archmage cannot train a Saint Domain powerhouse."
"But a Saint Domain powerhouse can train an Archmage!"
Beirut's face turned green!
The question was too sharp!
It left him speechless.
Indeed.
An Archmage could not train a Saint Domain powerhouse.
But a Saint Domain mage could train an Archmage.
At this moment,
he even felt as if Chen Nan were his master...
"Stop arguing!" George Dennis's voice rang out. "I believe in Beirut's loyalty to the Church of Light. He will not betray it.
"As for that fellow named Chen Nan..."
At this moment!
A disciple of the Church of Light respectfully entered the great hall and announced, "Your Excellency, the Blood Clan has sent someone with the Liangzhou Cauldron."
???
???
???
Everyone frowned in unison.
They clearly hadn't expected the Liangzhou Cauldron to be returned to the Church of Light.
"Did they say anything?" George Dennis's brow furrowed.
The disciple respectfully replied, "The Liangzhou Cauldron was sent by Chen Nan. Chen Nan said nothing else."
The golden knight spoke, "Could it be that Chen Nan knows the Yongzhou Cauldron and the Jizhou Cauldron are in our Church of Light?"
They recalled Chen Nan's previous words.
In half a month, he demanded that the cultivators of the Western world escort the three cauldrons back to the Eastern world.
George Dennis let out a heavy cold snort. "This brat is truly too arrogant. If we don't kill him, how can our Church of Light maintain its dignity?"
"Your Excellency, I am willing to capture Chen Nan alive and bring him for judgment!"
An old man wearing a white magic robe volunteered.
His name was Thomas Yale.
He was a water Saint Domain mage.
His strength far surpassed Beirut's.
George Dennis nodded slightly. "Water and fire are incompatible. If you take action, you can completely defeat that fellow named Chen Nan."
Having said this,
he looked at the young disciple of the Church of Light. "Investigate Chen Nan's entry records. See who he came to the United States with and clarify his purpose for coming to the Western world.
"Most importantly, find out his location."
"Yes!"
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Flint Town.
After breakfast,
Chen Nan returned to the ancient castle of the Norton family.
Of course.
This visit to the Norton family was not to cause trouble.
Instead, he borrowed a convertible.
Then Chen Nan drove, taking Xu Qingxin with him, towards Los Angeles, four thousand five hundred kilometers away!
The reason for not taking a plane was twofold.
First, a self-drive trip with the woman he loved was a very romantic thing.
They could see many beautiful sights and eat many delicious foods.
Second, it was to let the Church of Light know his whereabouts.
And thus, send people to intercept him.
And what he wanted to do
was to crush the forces of the Church of Light bit by bit, making them realize his power.
Only then, in half a month, would they willingly lead the cultivators of the Western world to escort the three cauldrons back to the Eastern world.
Just as Chen Nan and Xu Qingxin left,
the Church of Light also learned of his whereabouts.
They immediately dispatched the water Saint Domain mage Thomas Yale to suppress Chen Nan...