A rare magical miracle in the world

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"Miss Yue Xi, please step back."

Rakshasa, with his eyes closed, was, like Alaya, a blind swordsman, accustomed to casting aside his vision and using his heart to observe the world.

"Oh?"

The chubby old man noticed Rakshasa's way of holding his blade, "Reverse Grip Ipponmei, I've seen this sword technique used by a very strong person before. Although you're young, you've nearly perfected this technique."

"So, are you a Miracle Entity?"

No matter how talented, it was impossible to master such astonishing swordsmanship at such a young age.

Therefore, there was only one answer, he was a miracle, only the Infinite Power of a miracle could sublime the swordsmanship of a mortal, elevating it from the extraordinary to the divine.

"What brings the Master of Miracles here so suddenly?"

"If you're an enemy of our Yatun," Rakshasa revealed the chubby old man's identity, "even if I may not be able to defeat you, I am fairly confident I can hold you here."

"Hahahaha."

The chubby old man, laughing heartily with his hands patting his belly, said, "I'm not here looking for trouble. Consider this battle yours."

"Hmm?"

It was the third time the chubby old man had clarified his position, he didn't want to be an enemy of Yatun. In light of this, Rakshasa relaxed a bit, "Who are you?"

"My name is Oban Kaos. I am an envoy sent by the Holy Empire to sign a sacred treaty with Yatun."

"!!!"

Rakshasa immediately understood the significance of the old man's identity and hastily lowered the swordstick in his hand. He said, "My apologies, you are the sacred guest. I've already notified His Majesty, he will arrive shortly."

"For now, please make your way to Netherworld Island. There we have the Immortal Village Hotel specially constructed for such occasions. His Majesty will soon come to meet you there."

"Where is the powerful invader?"

However, before Rakshasa could lead the chubby old man to Netherworld Island, the voice of Asura echoed from afar. Upon hearing it, Rakshasa quickly stepped forward, "Big brother, not an enemy. He's an envoy from the Holy to sign an alliance."

"What, I thought there was a fight brewing," Asura said discontentedly. "An envoy, huh? This guy?"

"Hello, hello. Young people really do have so much energy."

The chubby old man looked at Asura, then turned his attention back to Rakshasa. After a moment of confusion, realization dawned on him, "Ah, I see it now, you are the same miracle. No wonder you both feel nearly identical to me."

"Wielding a sword in Reverse Grip Ipponmei and being able to separate into two Miracle Entities, let me think," the chubby old man mused with his eyes closed, then suddenly slapped his round belly, "It's from Ancient Chronicles, right? Your miracle."
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"......"

Based purely on experience, he could discern the true nature of the miracles of Asura and Rakshasa, "Who exactly are you?"

The chubby old man couldn't just be guessing wildly; with so many miracles, it couldn't be a stroke of luck.

If he guessed correctly, he must have encounter Ancient Chronicles before.

"You two lads, did you not hear what I just said?" The chubby old man spoke in exasperation, "My name is Oban Kaos, I already introduced myself."

The brothers exchanged looks, unsure whether to take him with them. After all, the man's vast knowledge was too profound; bringing him into Yatun Archipelago, he might uncover even more secrets.

"The Holy's man has arrived."

Bailuo sat behind the desk reviewing documents. The Yatun Archipelago was newly established, with myriad tasks to organize the lives of nearly ten thousand people, all requiring his final say—Bailuo was indeed very busy.

"Considering the time, he should indeed be arriving," Bailuo said to the fox women at his side, "Go inform Uncle."

Soon, Isefia and Uncle arrived, Bailuo stood up and led them to the Stellar Coast.

"Why not take him to Netherworld Fairyland?"

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"Sorry, Your Majesty."

Through telepathic communication, Rakshasa informed Bailuo about the old man's situation. After hearing this, Bailuo was stunned for a second, "He guessed your miracle? Just by your Reverse Grip Ipponmei and Asura? How is that possible?"

Bailuo never underestimated others, but how could a mere envoy, even from the Holy Empire, guess such a thing? Sending a Legend would be their limit; just who was this elderly man?

"Uncle?"

"He's an old friend of mine," Elder Shan said, "We met when we were young, he must have heard I was here and came especially to see me."

"Your friend?"

Elder Shan had many friends, many of them women, but there were also heroes and valorous individuals like Dong Aolai.

"Is he the Master of Miracles from which country?"

The senior female disciple had her speculation about the old man's identity, but Elder Shan just smiled, "He's just an old friend I forgot to grow old with, no big deal."

As they said this, the three of them walked into the Gate of Avalon. With one step, they were already facing the Stellar Coast.

"Here he comes."

The chubby old man excitedly watched the place where the Gate of Avalon opened. He ignored the Power of Avalon and instead focused all his attention on the white-haired elder stepping out from the golden gate.

"Saros, Saros oh~~"

"You said you would only leave for a few years and then come right back to see me, but why did you disappear," the chubby old man opened his arms with tears in his eyes and quickly went forward to embrace Elder Shan, "You cheat, you big swindler who stole this old man's heart."

"Alright, alright, my fault, it's all my fault."

Elder Shan patted the old man's back, comforting him as one would a child, "Don't cry, don't cry, later I'll cook myself and treat you to roast chicken."

"......"

Listening to the chubby old man sobbing, Bailuo had a look of utter perplexity on his face.

"What's going on here?"

The senior female disciple was also confused and quietly asked Bailuo, who shook his head repeatedly, "I don't know, this guy, is he also a Miraculous Country Lord? He seems very weak."

Bailuo's first thought was of the Nineteen Man Adventure Group, the companions with whom Elder Shan had adventured when he was young.

The Female Sword Emperor, Silver Leaf, Long Guixiang, Li Gu A Zhu, Glarus, Uncle, Elder Mountain Grandpa...

"So this chubby old gentleman is also one of them?"

Bailuo didn't know what to make of the chubby old man, who had a mane of lion-like white hair that was not at all groomed; dressed in plain white linen clothing in the ancient Greek style, he looked like a knowledgeable sage.

"Come, let me introduce you," Elder Shan brought the chubby old man over, "This is my beloved nephew Bailuo, who is also the ruler of the Yatun Duchy, and this is my daughter Isefia, the Queen of our Yatun."

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."

The chubby old man seemed a bit flustered, continuously wiping his hands on his clothes until he felt they were clean enough, then he patted Bailuo and the senior female disciple on the shoulders and took out two pieces of wrapped candy from his pocket, "I came in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts, so here's some candy for you."

After accepting the candy from the chubby old man, Bailuo sensed them and found that they were indeed candy, the most ordinary kind made by mortals.

And they were the kind of cheap stall goods, super cheap ones at that!

"Uncle, who is this?"

Bailuo quickly searched through the names and images of the Nineteen Man Adventure Group in his mind, trying to match up with the chubby old man before him, but Elder Shan said, "He's not a companion from my adventures, but my sworn brother, Oban Kaos."

This name, neither Bailuo nor his senior female disciple had heard of before.

Yet the problem was, since the other was a ruler of a country, he must not be an insignificant person. Furthermore, with this genial demeanor, one would think that his kingdom must also be one of cultured and easygoing nature.

"Also, he is currently the strongest man in the world, the first person of the age," Elder Shan suddenly stated, "the Emperor of the Holy Empire, the Holy Emperor."