[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-adventures-of-hulim":3,"chapter-the-adventures-of-hulim-the-adventures-of-hulim-chapter-506":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Adventures of Hulim",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1882407,2498,"Chapter 506 The Sage Elder and the Lost Sword Saint","the-adventures-of-hulim-chapter-506",506,"\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue-haired girl Ika gave a slight nod in greeting, but remained completely silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Ahem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Irus cleared her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Esmelon, I don’t suppose you’ve met our companions yet~.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached toward Hulim Heyerar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hulim Heyerar.” Esmelon spoke calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh……” Irus’s smile froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve known of her for a long time, but this is my first time meeting her in person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Greetings.” Hulim replied politely. “Thank you for the invitation to the White Tower before, but for various reasons, I could not meet your expectations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It matters not. The White Tower recruits geniuses like you so their talents do not go to waste. Your current strength proves you never needed the Tower to begin with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, heh…… So you already know Hulim.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Irus awkwardly turned toward Hena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You won’t know this one—she’s—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hena, the Bow Hero.” Esmelon cut in again, shooting Irus a glance. “……It’s obvious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hena’s clothing was mostly strapless, her Hero’s Crest clearly visible on her shoulder—her identity was impossible to miss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Irus’s mouth twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shifted her hand stiffly once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prarlulu Phil, your own niece, and the current Staff Hero.” Before Irus could even start, Esmelon answered first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miko Kedar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another quick interjection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Esmelon glanced at Laki.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You do resemble one another. I would appreciate it if you stopped including letters bragging about your granddaughters in important correspondence from now on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……” (Irus, seething)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That insufferable old man……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack! Pop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from NovelBin. Please report it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The campfire crackled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap! Clap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Irus suddenly clapped her hands, beaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright! The introductions are over~!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a forced change of subject……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone around the fire thought to themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Insufferable ol—er, Esmelon, now that we’ve met, why don’t we travel together to Windrock City?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esmelon slowly lifted his gaze, scanning the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard Fulmir was with you. Where is he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh~!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Irus’s eyes lit up, triumphant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So even the old coot who coops up in his tower all day doesn’t know everything! There are things you’re clueless about after all~!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suppose it falls to me to explain, then~!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To put it simply: Aralond, the Shield Hero, commands the incoming Dwarven Legion and cannot leave his troops. With the Demon Army already invading the continent, we couldn’t let him march alone. So Fulmir stayed behind to guard him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sage Esmelon nodded calmly, then fell silent—just as expressionless as the Book Hero Ika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack, pop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the campfire……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Irus stared blankly at the pair, utterly unamused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speaking of which……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Esmelon, have you heard from Arant? None of us can reach him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Arant? I have no news.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s strange. With his personality, he should have reached the front lines long ago. Where in the world could he have wandered off to……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh——!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night wind howled across the wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A disheveled middle-aged man stood in the gale, his loose robe flapping violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right hand rested on his sword hilt, sharp eyes piercing the darkness as if to cut through the night itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, you’ve stood here for ages. Are you…… sure you know the way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silver-haired youth holding a sword beside him asked, his tone doubtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quiet—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sword Saint Arant raised a hand to cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This master is following his intuition to choose the truest path.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not intuition again…… Your intuition has gotten us lost for half a year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arant glared sideways, roaring at his young disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up——!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you have time to complain, go practice your sword! You laze about every day—when will you ever catch up to your seniors?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t laze about!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? So you think you’re skilled now~.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arant narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in his pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold sweat broke out on Armen’s forehead. Sensing danger, he immediately tried to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“M-Master, you’re right! I’ve learned my lesson! I don’t practice nearly enough—I’ll train 18 hours a day from now on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I-I’m going to practice——”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gust of wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arant, who had been behind him a moment ago, appeared right in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned maliciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too late to run now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let this master test just how far your skills have come, Armen~!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armen wanted to cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Can I apologize?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Apologize? What could you possibly have done wrong? We Sword Saints own no mistakes! Enough talk—take this strike——”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shwish——!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp cutting sound sliced through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armen closed his eyes, resigned to his fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really shouldn’t have listened to his senior’s teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No impact came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armen frowned in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cracked open one eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The un-sheathed hilt hovered less than a centimeter from his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jumped back in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hilt did not follow, staying perfectly still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armen immediately sensed something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at his master in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arant stared rigidly in one direction, killing intent flashing in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re here. The aura of High-Rank Demons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cold voice made Armen’s breath catch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression turned sharp at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would these monsters never stop hunting them?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shwish! Shwish! Shwish……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Figures appeared behind the Sword Saint Arant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One disciple asked for orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not that one. Only ordinary High-Rank Demons.” Arant said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone relaxed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So we……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Foolish question——”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang——!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bright sword cleared its sheath, cutting through the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“None who come here leave alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Late that night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue-haired girl sat alone on a rock beneath the starry sky, lost in her book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flip……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing could be heard but the soft turning of pages. For hours, she did not even shift her posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Is that book really that interesting?”\u003C\u002Fp>",960,"2026-06-10T06:36:51.451Z",1,"novelbin.me","793ee4af295cf5f6ba15b0058122fcc7d08dcabafbea821ba8d943a111f373bb","the-adventures-of-hulim-chapter-507","the-adventures-of-hulim-chapter-505",528,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-adventures-of-hulim-cover.jpg"]