The Strongest War God

Chapter 1495: Seeing Teacher Again
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Brother, it’s unlikely that the Lowe family alone could swallow up so many compensation materials,” Luther Carden said in a low voice.

“Thorough investigation is necessary,” Braydon Neal’s tone was resolute.

He made it clear that whoever was involved would likely face dire consequences.

“Who’s pulling your strings?” Syrus Yanagi aimed his spear at Kanan Zullo, his tone icy.

While Greer Jester had the Lowe family backing him, the question remained: who was behind Kanan?

With the third batch of materials embezzled, it was implausible that only one or two individuals were involved.

Moreover, no one had reported the missing pension after its distribution.

Enter Vaughn Lowe. His involvement meant more than just covering up a mistake—it was akin to wielding absolute power.

Braydon glanced at Greer, sensing that he held yet unrevealed information.

Similarly, Kanan, kneeling in silence, hinted at a determination to fight to the death.

But did they truly believe they could handle this alone?

“Still silent?” Braydon’s gaze shifted to Kanan, his tone cool.

“Kanan Zullo!” Zavier Leach’s face flushed with anger and anxiety, his eyes fixed on the kneeling figure.

He grasped Braydon’s intentions.

This was Kanan’s final opportunity.

If he remained silent, he knew he couldn’t bear the consequences.

Head bowed, Kanan stayed silent, prompting a slight smile from Braydon, though his eyes betrayed a cold determination.

Turning around, he issued a chilling command, “Conduct a thorough investigation of the Zullo family. Begin with the immediate family, but refrain from executions until we have gathered all the necessary information.”

“Understood, Your Highness,” Yuri Qualls acknowledged promptly, ready to take charge of the investigation himself.

Suddenly, Kanan lifted his head, eyes flashing with anger.

“Braydon, I’ll accept the consequences of my actions. But what has my family done wrong?”

Tobey Lapras interjected casually, “Can you shoulder that responsibility?”

Three batches of compensation materials held immense power, enough to elevate multiple martial factions.

Each batch held invaluable resources, unobtainable even with the support of the 3,000 ruins.

Despite the demand for such resources among martial artists worldwide, their supply remained scarce, forcing many to venture into the ruins in search of them.

With clenched fists and hatred burning in his eyes, Kanan spoke hoarsely, “Whether I speak or not, I know I’m facing death today.”

“Stubborn,” Tristan Yandell’s gaze turned icy. “Commander, leave him to me. I’ll have him talking before nightfall.”

With a subtle gesture from Braydon, indicating for Tristan to take them away, it was clear that Laird Xenos and Yuri were already handling the matter personally.

Today’s visit wasn’t solely about this issue.

He arrived to make an announcement, but Dominic Lowe appeared visibly aged, his posture slightly stooped and his spirit seemingly diminished.

Vaughn’s situation had dealt a significant blow to him.

Braydon glanced over and spoke calmly, “Elder Lowe, I’m not here today to seek retribution. I’m here to inform you that all the elite forces of the Northern Army will enter the Spirit Sea within a year.”

The court was stunned by Braydon’s words.

“What?” Kieran Normand exclaimed, clearly taken aback.

“With the Northern Army departing, who will oversee the 3,000 ruins? Who will control them?” Dominic’s shock was evident on his face.

Braydon lifted his head, his expression unwavering.

“I’ll have Luther and others collaborate in transferring control of the ruins to the capital within the year. You can take control of as many ruins as you can deploy troops to.”

“Isn’t one year too tight?” Kieran voiced the concerns about recruiting millions of soldiers and divine-level experts to guard the ruins within such a short time frame.

Despite the challenges, Braydon remained resolute.

“This is not a discussion; it’s an order. Weapon Grandmaster Kieran will oversee the Ministry of War. The border guards from the 23 provinces can be reassigned to the ruins.”

With that, Braydon took Trevon Neal’s hand and exited the hall, leaving the remaining details for further discussion.

For the capital, controlling the ruins was crucial, as each represented a significant resource hub.

In recent years, the Northern Army had wielded considerable authority over the distribution of resources in the ruins, even surpassing the capital’s influence.

Now, the opportunity to assert control over the ruins presented itself.

Kieran, Zavier, Dominic, and the others offered no objections.

They swiftly mobilized the Ministry of War’s elite forces to deploy to the various ruins.

The sons of the Northern Army departed with Braydon, their stay brief.

Leading Trevon, Braydon ventured into the palace’s depths.

Waiting at the palace gate was Sutton Wall, who seemed to anticipate Braydon’s visit to Martial Emperor Yanagi.

“Your Highness, the Martial Emperor Yanagi has been awaiting your arrival,” Sutton announced, leading the way.

Trevon felt right at home in this familiar setting.

Both he and Judith Neal were born and raised in the palace, granting them unrestricted access.

In a tranquil courtyard, nestled within a pavilion, the middle-aged Martial Emperor Yanagi awaited, his smile warm as he greeted them. “Braydon, Trevon!”

Trevon dashed over, displaying a closeness that mirrored that of a grandfather and grandson.

This tender moment evoked memories for Braydon of his own childhood with Colton Jansky.

“Teacher,” Braydon respectfully greeted.

“Is something significant unfolding in the Spirit Sea?” Martial Emperor Yanagi inquired, recognizing Braydon’s return and his intent to deploy the Northern Army to the Spirit Sea.

Sensing the gravity of the situation, he awaited Braydon’s explanation.

Taking a seat, Braydon surveyed the surroundings.

“You may stay, Sutton. There’s no need to depart,” he permitted before continuing, “I’ve ordered the Northern Army into the Spirit Sea because of its superior cultivation conditions compared to the ruins. But more importantly…”

“Have you encountered cultivators from the cosmos?” Martial Emperor Yanagi, seated with Trevon in his arms, asked calmly.

Braydon was taken aback.

How did his teacher know about cultivators from the cosmos?

Martial Emperor Yanagi smiled faintly. “When you and Colton were young, you were even more mischievous than Trevon. I advised both of you to read more, but you didn’t listen. There are ancient books in the treasury dating back thousands of years that document encounters with cultivators from the cosmos.”

Braydon was surprised.

Had their ancestors truly encountered cultivators from the cosmos?

The fact that they left behind ancient records suggested they had.

Martial Emperor Yanagi sighed. “However, the records are scarce. In one autobiography, it was documented that a visitor from the cosmos arrived at Mount Tanish. He rode in a purple gold chariot drawn by a golden dragon, landing on Mount Tanish and taking away his nine sons.”

“A golden dragon?” Braydon frowned.

In the cosmos, the golden dragon race was considered part of the saint race, superior to the demon race, and a powerful superforce.

“The beings you’ve encountered are already beyond my level,” Martial Emperor Yanagi said softly, acknowledging Braydon’s experiences.