Living With My Lady Boss

Over on the island, a breeze combed through the air as Wilbur suddenly thought of something his master Orkot had once said.

"There's a special kind of formation that exists in the upper dimensions. Its core pillar of support is usually a rock, a flower, or a drop of water. The cultivator can enter the formation whenever they please and change the speed of time once they are in it. It's called the arcane formation, and only dimension guardians and a few immensely skilled cultivators have mastered it."

"An arcane formation?"

Wilbur opened his eyes. Despite Orkot only having mentioned the formation in passing conversation, Wilbur had committed it to memory for how special it was.

A cultivator could alter the speed of time within an arcane formation, like multiplying it to flow ten, even a hundred times faster than it did on Earth. Only a day on earth might have passed, but that might amount to ten, or a hundred days in an arcane formation.

Wilbur had an even stronger impression of arcane formations ever since entering the mirage. After all, time in the mirage passed a hundred times faster than on Earth. A year in there were only three days on earth.

That was a brilliant formation to have as a cultivator who wanted to rapidly improve their cultivation and grow more powerful. However, the formation was so complex and intricate that only highly skilled cultivators and dimension guardians could create them, making them meaningless to lower dimension cultivators.

Of course, that was how Wilbur had thought in the past. After all, his experience in the mirage had given him the chance to enter a type of arcane formation as he was a dragon clan cultivator.

There were only two ways to enter an arcane formation. The first was to improve your cultivation skills and make it to the upper dimensions, then become an elite there and learn how to master arcane formations.

The second option was comparably much easier-to become the pupil of an extremely powerful elite.noveldrama

Despite Senior Fremont not being Wilbur's master, he had given Wilbur the chance to enter an arcane formation. Wilbur was thrilled at the thought and clenched his fists as he muttered to himself, "I was rushing too much the last time I was in that mirage, and that's why I missed the chance to cultivate longer in there. If I get another shot at entering a dimension like that, I'm going to stay there for at least a decade before coming out."

Just as he was thinking to himself, the sound of a ship's engine could be heard. Someone was approaching!

Wilbur scrambled to his feet. It was late at night now, and the only people who could possibly be here would be the Dark Messenger and Holt.

Despite the fact that Wilbur had guessed that they would be here, he did not expect them to show up so soon. He glanced at the ship he had parked on the beach and figured that it was going to be impossible to hide that now.

At the thought, Wilbur got up and headed into the woods. His best plan of action was to find the entrance of the arcane formation before Holt and the Dark Messenger found him, or he would be forced to leave this place.

Of course, even doing that would be no easy feat. Holt and the Dark Messenger would still find him no matter where he ran, and Wilbur felt that entering the arcane formation was a much better route.

The Dark Messenger and the two other men arrived on the beach not long after,

and Holt spotted Wilbur's ship at once. "Honorable Dark Messenger, that bastard's probably on this very island."

"Alright. Let's go."