Chapter 1369: Chapter 1369

Owen Bertram was already able to control his domain, Mini-world’s authority and rules with great finesse. At the same time, the Gourd Vine Immortal Rope and the Steelyard Treasure hovered in the air, suppressing the newly promoted Asher, who had just entered the Seventh Level, leaving him no chance to fight back.

Owen Bertram even had a wicked thought, wondering whether he should take a peek into Asher’s inner residence, using the power of the second Mini-world...

Asher was dragged all the way out of his Royal Palace by Owen Bertram and fell to the ground in front of the palace gate. The reputation of a Seventh Level cultivator shattered on the ground.

Owen Bertram, relying on his "drunkenness" in front of Asher’s palace, shouted loudly: "You don’t want this face, so I will teach you how to be a qualified prince!"

"Stay in your own palace and don’t mess with the Imperial Court. Stretch your hand out once, and I’ll chop it off once!"

Owen Bertram’s voice was so loud that the neighbors could hear it clearly. They thought: This was not Owen Bertram talking, but His Majesty speaking through him!

Did Asher think that by becoming a Seventh Level cultivator, he could challenge the authority of the emperor? How dare he provoke Owen Bertram? See, now he was being taught a lesson.

Owen Bertram was indeed Owen Bertram. Asher, who was also a Seventh Level cultivator, was far behind him, as if he were a dumpling that could be flattened and kneaded at will.

The neighbors thought: This is the difference between ordinary cultivators and the true Heaven’s Chosen. They can defeat you effortlessly when they’re at the same level. Why would Asher, an "ordinary" cultivator at the Seventh Level, feel he could compete with Heaven’s Chosen?

Owen Bertram targeted Asher first, which was also the result of his careful consideration. He was here to support His Majesty this time, so naturally, he had to deal with the one who was most despised in His Majesty’s heart first.

Asher had dared to use the Crown Prince as a flag, which implicitly threatened His Majesty. The person His Majesty hated the most was undoubtedly him. Furthermore, even though Asher held the title of the Royal Family, the three most powerful people in the Imperial Family - the Emperor, the Great Minister of Rites, and the Ancestral Patriarch - all detested him.

The Ancestral Patriarch also didn’t want a third Seventh Level cultivator to appear in the Royal Family.

So Asher was the softest target.

During the night, Owen Bertram, relying on "Heaven’s Favor," boldly taught Asher a lesson and then left drunkenly.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be enough. The effect of killing the chicken to scare the monkey and shaking the mountain to scare the tiger had been achieved. Next, they should engage in political intrigue and not exacerbate the conflict further.

But Owen Bertram was no ordinary person. He had just done His Majesty’s bidding; now it was time for his own private affairs. There wasn’t a problem with him handling official business first and then personal matters, right?

After all, Asher was still a prince of the Royal Family, so Owen Bertram left him some dignity. As for the next person who held no official position and didn’t involve the Imperial Court’s face, Owen Bertram would be unscrupulous.

So soon after teaching Asher a lesson in front of the palace gate, it only took half a stick of incense’s time, Owen Bertram was already standing in front of the "Victory Escort Agency" gate. The escort agency’s night defense force was far better than Asher’s Royal Palace, thanks to its cultivation as a protector.

As soon as Owen Bertram appeared, the entire front yard of the Victory Escort Agency lit up all the lights. On the small square in front of the gate, eighteen bamboo poles with lanterns three feet long, lighting up the whole area.

The escort agency was led by a Sixth Realm Darts Master, who led thirty-six senior darts masters in a rapid charge out to form a lineup outside the gate, making the momentum not weaker than Asher’s!

"Owen, Sir..." Just as the Sixth Realm Darts Master was about to say a few polite words, he was swept away by Owen Bertram’s drunken aura and shouted: "Get out!"

The sudden roar was like thunder falling into the midst of the darts masters. The Sixth Realm Darts Master was hit first, flying back, knocking over a few darts masters behind him, smashing the escort agency’s gate, and flying all the way to the "Victory" character screen wall behind the gate. His blood smeared all over the wall before sliding down.

The other thirty-six darts masters were also scattered about. Owen Bertram strode into the escort agency, shouting: "Rock George, get out here for me! What kind of dog are you that dares to disrespect me?"

Owen Bertram was determined to cause a scene, so he expanded his first Mini-world, precisely covering the entire Victory Escort Agency, ensuring the battle inside would not affect the neighboring residents.

Rock George had just finished drinking tonight and had gone to bed half a Shichen (1 hour) ago. The guests he had entertained today were several old and powerful officials, who had a wide range of connections in the various armies of the kingdom.

Before there was a Seventh Level cultivator in the military, they naturally followed Owen Bertram obediently. But these people had an old problem: They were insatiable.

They knew that if they wanted to "do business" on the Red Clan Barbarian Continent, they had to have the support of a Cultivation King. So when they didn’t have a Seventh Level cultivator, they were honest. But after Rock George advanced to the Seventh Level, their greed began to grow.

In their minds, this was normal: The bigger the strength, the bigger the share. Now that they had grown stronger, Owen Bertram should give them a bigger share.

As for Owen Bertram’s intention to invite them tonight, the officials knew very well what he meant, but they would not go. Otherwise, it would mean compromising with Owen Bertram. That was unacceptable – they wanted money!