Chapter 1634 What Are the Odds!

• Whether it was that strange omen in the sky or the idea of chasing after some terrifying prodigy, it drove crowds to flock to the Far North. They wanted to find that gifted boy... But most of them never saw him with their own eyes. They didn’t even catch a glimpse of his shadow. For a while, people started thinking the prodigy was just a rumor. Yet the blood-red sky over the Far North kept blazing, proving that the boy had really been there. In the end, those who went looking only came back with scraps of gossip. Some said his eyes were golden, and he was born already wielding the power of rules—overwhelming, untouchable. Even seasoned elites couldn’t get close to him. Those rumors only made folks crave a look at him even more. Still, no matter how many went hunting, not a single reliable sighting ever spread. Until later, when one story finally broke through: supposedly, the boy was taken away by a hidden recluse. Some claimed the recluse belonged to Tianyin Academy, others swore he was from Duxuan Sect—Duxuan’s territory borders the Far North, after all—and a few said he was taken by a powerful wanderer with no affiliation at all. Either way, the boy vanished from the grapevine. Now, the tale had resurfaced. More importantly, by the timing, that boy should be an adult now... Was he about to show up this time? “If we can see that prodigy today, this trip would be worth it.” “Yeah. I just wonder how strong he’s gotten.” Faces lit up with hungry anticipation. Michael Shephard heard every word. These people sure idolized that so-called prodigy. He was a little shocked. He didn’t think the Immortal Realm had someone like that. Interesting. He glanced toward Qushui and gave a slight shake of his head. If the prodigy really was that terrifying, stealing that spirit treasure would be a headache. But if the treasure turned out to be top-tier, he wouldn’t mind fighting for it. “Move! All of you, out of the way!” Right then, angry shouts cracked through the air. The crowd rippled like a disturbed hive, shoving and pressing in waves. Even Michael got jostled and had to drift to the side, annoyed. He frowned and looked toward the source of the noise. A group was striding over. They wore yellow mystic robes, similar to the ones Zhang Xiaosheng had. “Thunder Sect?” Michael recognized them fast, and his heart lurched. He knew that Lei Po, an Earth Immortal, had planted a hunting lightning seal in his body. If he ran into Thunder Sect disciples, they’d sense him. Ever since he entered the Immortal Realm, he’d been dodging the Thunder Sect. Coming here with Qin Suya, he’d already worried he might run into them. So he hadn’t gone up Liushan yet—he was waiting to see. He didn’t expect this. Thunder Sect members, walking straight toward him, clearly headed to pass by and then take seats by Qushui on Liushan. Talk about running into your worst enemy in a narrow alley.