Chapter 414: Chapter 215: The Ghost God Family, Divine Dragon Elephant Power, One Punch Explosion_2

Translator: 549690339

‘Sweet’ roadside stall.

Janice Bland pointed to the pastries behind the glass cabinet and introduced, “Miss Ward, this is the famous Silver Thread Flower Cake from East Capital. Nowadays, very few craftsmen can make it anymore. Would you like to try it?”

Mathilda Ward, who had intentionally skipped dinner, nodded with interest. Immediately, Janice Bland waved her hand, “Boss, four servings of Silver Thread Flower Cakes, please.”

Soon, the boss handed the wrapped Silver Thread Flower Cakes to the two women.

“Here, one for each of us.” Mathilda Ward, smiling cheerfully, stuffed the paper bags containing the cakes into Jack Clark’s and Damon Lopes’s hands.

At this moment, in addition to the cakes, Jack Clark and Damon Lopes’s hands were also full of a big bunch of grilled skewers, grilled squid, meatballs, crepes, and other eats they hadn’t finished.

Along the way, whatever snack Mathilda Ward saw, she wanted to try.

Then, if she found it tasty, she would eat more; if not, she would stuff it to Jack Clark and Damon Lopes following behind her, knowing that advanced cultivatorshad ‘bigappetites.’

If they wanted to, they could eat an entire cow.

“Ilisa, those lanterns over there are so pretty, let’s go have a look.”

“Mm-hmm, just a moment.”

The two women wandered more and more energetically and seemed to be having a great time; their relationship appeared to have suddenly become much closer, confusing Jack Clark.

While Mathilda Ward and Janice Bland were enthusiastically touching this and looking at that, Jack Clark was vigilantly scanning all the people approaching, whether adults or children, old people or women.

Besides that, he spread out his intuition and sensory perception and discovered quite a few cultivators.

However, these people were all average in strength, most being from the First and Second Layer Heaven, with only a few from the Third Layer Heaven, some of whom had the faces of students.

At the same time, not far away, Jack Clark also felt some military-like presence among the cultivators, occasionally nodding slightly when his gaze met theirs.

Before they set off, Jack Clark notified the military of their plans out of habitual caution, just to prevent any unforeseen events.

Meanwhile, as Jack Clark cautiously assessed the people around him, some were also observing him.

Of course, it wasn’t because they thought he was handsome, but rather they thought wearing sunglasses at night was perhaps showing off a little too much.

Even though it was the Ghost King Festival and many people were wearing strange clothes and running around with various demon masks, those were at least ‘normal.’

“Brother Callum, there are so many beauties.”

Compared to Jack Clark’s cautiousness, Damon Lopes was interested in the beauties they encountered along the way.

“Uh… you’ve already got dozens of beautiful female friends on your mobile phone, isn’t that enough?” Facing Damon Lopes, who was acting like this, Jack Clark didn’t know what to say for the moment.

It’s not like you can say he’s lecherous; he just chats with those beauties and sends them red envelopes, always rejecting their invitations to go out for drinks or fun.

But if you say he isn’t lecherous, he’s always looking at beautiful women.

Sometimes, he even dragged Jack Clark along to join him in scrutinizing them, like a socially awkward nerd who’s never seen a beautiful woman, leaving Jack Clark at a loss for words.

Forget it, I can’t be bothered with him.

Jack Clark shook his head, focusing his attention on Mathilda Ward, sighing softly as he watched her radiant smile illuminated by the light.

About an hour later, the group of four walked past those two bustling streets and immediately the surroundings quieted down, with fewer people around.

They were now approaching the outskirts, where a small hill covered in dense trees rose ahead, a winding stone path leading to a flight of stairs that climbed the mountain.

Jack Clark and the others stepped onto the staircase.

Roadside low streetlamps cast a serene radiance, filled with a sense of mystery. Occasionally, when people ascended or descended the mountain, their faces were filled with devout expressions.

When the group reached the mountainside, they saw a sprawling temple filled with an ancient aura standing still. On either side of the large gate were two eight-meter-tall statues of green-faced demons with fanged teeth, as if guarding not the entrance to the temple but the gateway to Hell.

Janice Bland said in a low voice, “This is the shrine of the Great Demon God. As its shrine priests, the majority of the Yamaki family members live here.”

“Family head Geoffrey Yamaki, second-generation shrine priest Irvin Yamaki, Irving Yamaki, and the other three members of the third generation.”

“So few family members,” Damon Lopes exclaimed in surprise.

In his view, these local, well-known families should be thriving with many members.

Janice Bland nodded, “Since the New Era, the Yamaki family has been on the decline and typically keeps a low profile.”

Mathilda Ward looked at the demonic stone statues on both sides and said in an easygoing manner, “Let’s go, let’s take a look inside.”

By now it was past eight in the evening. As they entered, brushing past the last few visitors, the vast shrine seemed even quieter.

Inside the gates was a vast square, with an imposing Great Hall in the center and the living quarters of the Yamaki family priests behind it.

Irvin Yamaki, dressed in exquisite shrine priest clothing and sitting behind the prestige platform under the eaves of the Great Hall, looked surprised, “Miss Bland, Miss Ward, what brings you here so late?”

Janice Bland bowed slightly, “We were originally participating in the Ghost King Festival below and thought since the Great Heavenly Ghost Shrine was just above, we might as well bring Miss Ward up for a visit.”

“I see, please come in,” Irvin Yamaki gestured for them to enter.

As Jack Clark and Damon Lopes brushed past him, Irvin Yamaki gave them a polite smile, showing no signs of any problem.

The four entered the Great Hall, where, as Janice Bland worshiped the deity, a lean-faced elder in shrine priest clothing came out.

The elder also smiled warmly at everyone, seeming pleased that they had come to visit the shrine and worship the deity, the Great Demon God.