Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2863 After leaving, Andrew had initially planned to head to Night Rose. However, he changed his mind after thinking it over and walked into a high-end hotel instead. In the City of Hope, anyone who could afford to stay at a hotel was either loaded or powerful. The service here was top-tier in every sense. They would even handle murder, arson, or any outrageous request you could think of, as long as you had enough cash to pay for it. Andrew booked a decent single room and settled in. In two days at most, he would be leaving the City of Hope for the Wraith Graveyard to investigate.

No matter what, he had to confirm whether Reginald was alive or dead first. After that, he would head straight to the Deadlands to search for clues about the Veiled Paradise. Placing his greatsword Godslayer within easy reach, Andrew closed his eyes and sat on the bed. He did not need to actively cultivate right now because the Divine Art of Heaven and Earth's Five Elements was so powerful that it automatically absorbed the surrounding elemental energy at all times. Still, even with that, the progress felt too slow to Andrew.

He needed to move faster, as fast as possible, and reach the martial god level. Only then could he easily handle both the situation in Holtrien and the unpredictable changes in the ---- Outlands. At present, his strength had already reached the second tier of the martial emperor level, and there were no signs of stagnation or slowing down. As time passed, Andrew grew stronger every single day. Even he found this speed shocking. Gradually, he gained a clear understanding of his own physique. The injuries from that massive battle back in Holtrien had completely healed.

What remained was an unprecedented rebirth and renewal. Take the fight with Petyr just now, for instance. If Andrew had wanted to kill him and gone all out, Petyr would have definitely died on the spot. However, Petyr clearly had not realized this. He thought their exchange was evenly matched and that Andrew could not really harm him. Little did he know, Andrew had been holding back the entire time and had not used his full strength at all. Otherwise, he only needed to fully draw Godslayer, and Petyr's vampire head would have been sent flying for sure.

If the situation were different and Andrew did not need to obtain information from Petyr, he would have eliminated the vampire without hesitation. No justification would have been necessary, as warriors from the East and West, along with the Dark Clans, ---- had clashed countless times since ancient times. When the two sides met, drawing blades and killing each other was only natural. Nonetheless, a place like the City of Hope was an exception. It was a melting pot of chaos, filled with all kinds of people. Many were fugitives, bounty hunters, or worse.

Chaos did not need order, but sometimes chaos was exactly what bloodthirsty beings thrived on. Besides, chaos was not always a bad thing. At least for Andrew right now, the Outlands were actually a pretty good place. In the City of Hope's Council Hall, a heated discussion was underway. "Why did you let that man go? Since we've already confirmed he's a martial artist from Holtrien, why not just eliminate him?" Augustus pressed aggressively Petyr's face bore the characteristic pallor unique to vampires as he snorted coldly.

"I do not need you to tell me how to handle my affairs." Augustus sneered, "Could it be that you're scared? That you don't dare touch that Holtrien guy? Here in the Outlands, it's our races who rule. A mere warrior's life is worth less than an ant's. | ---- really don't know what you're thinking. Perhaps sitting in that Chief's seat for so long has dulled your edge. If that's the case, maypbe it's time for someone else to take your position!" The red gleam in Petyr's eyes gradually intensified. "You want my position?

Well, why don't we go to war, hm?" Uriah chimed in in a grave tone, "That's enough, both of you. Were all rulers of the City of Hope. Countless factions out in the wilderness are dying to establish themselves here. The fortress, the tax revenue, the women, and the prestigious status... None of these things came easily. If we start fighting among ourselves, we'll only allow outsiders to strike." Augustus smiled. "Mr. Gibson is right."