Making Millions With The Eyes Of God

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The wind howled, stinging Juline’s cheeks as it blew past.

She could see herself plummeting straight into the abyss.

She had never expected that after Gilmore killed Karl, he would take her and leap into the abyss.

Strangely enough, despite the imminent danger of being shattered to pieces, Juline didn’t feel as frightened as she thought she would.

Perhaps it was the relief of finally escaping Karl’s grasp that made all her worries dissipate.

“Death doesn’t seem so bad now,” she thought.

Living while Karl was alive felt more suffocating than death itself.

Moreover, Juline knew that once Karl was dead, his junior apprentices would certainly report the matter to her father, as well as Karl’s grandfather, the senior presbyter Travis.

When that happened, she’d face severe repercussions.

In her mind, plunging into the abyss seemed a more straightforward way out.

That’s why, even as she was falling, Juline felt an odd serenity about life and death; fear was nowhere in sight.

“Hey, considering we’re diving into an abyss here, could you be a little less calm about it?” Gilmore’s voice, tinged with anxiety, broke through her thoughts.

Turning to him, Juline was taken aback to see that, even as they were plummeting, Gilmore’s face showed not a hint of panic.

She chuckled, “Aren’t you just as composed?”

Gilmore grinned, “It’s different for me. Even if I were to die, having a celestial beauty like you by my side, I’d have no regrets.”

Juline shot Gilmore a wry look, “Here we are, about to die, and you’re still sweet–talking!”

“How’s this sweet–talking? You truly are a celestial beauty, Juline. If we don’t die from this fall, would you marry me?” Suddenly, Gilmore asked with a mischievous smile lighting up his face.

Juline hadn’t expected that, even in the face of death, Gilmore could still maintain such light– heartedness and jest.

His calm demeanor, his ability to take life and death so lightly, truly showcased a manly valor.

Moreover, the fact that he could make her smile and compliment her as a celestial beauty, even when death was knocking on their door, meant he was quite a rare man.

If they weren’t about to smash into pieces from plummeting into the abyss, Juline wouldn’t have hesitated to say yes to being

his woman.

With such a man to face the future storms of life with, she wouldn’t be scared or worried; she’d only feel warmth and

assurance.

But, clearly, that wasn’t possible now…

Hence, with a slight tinge of regret, Juline said, “Gilmore, when we crash down there, we’re just going to be two dead bodies.

So, marrying you… maybe in the next life.”

“So, you’re agreeing,” Gilmore chuckled.

Juline stayed silent, which in itself was a quiet acquiescence.

Yet, she thought, “what good would agreeing do when they were about to die?”

During their exchange, they had plummeted several hundred feet.

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Juline could already see the valley floor below, several feet away, rugged and scattered with rocks, quashing her last sliver of hope.

If the valley floor had been a river or a forest, there might have been a tiny chance of survival.

But with the ground covered in jagged rocks, there was no question about it – they would be crushed to bits.

Whoosh!

The air currents whipped around them.

Just when Juline thought they were doomed to be shattered to pieces, Gilmore, his anima circulating, waved his palm.

An intense stream of air materialized out of nowhere.

To Juline’s astonished gaze, instead of continuing their descent, they suddenly veered in mid–air, about several feet from the ground, shifting from a plummet to a forward glide.

The wind whipped around, causing Gilmore’s robes to flutter majestically, making him appear as graceful as a celestial being in flight!

To Juline, it all felt like a dream.

It took her a moment to gather her thoughts. “Gilmore,” she exclaimed in awe, “You have the strength of a master martialist!”

Her claim was rooted in stories she’d heard from her father.

Above the top–tier martialists and first–rate martialist, there existed first class martialists, also known as master martialist.

Their internal mana was as radiant as a rainbow, allowing them to manipulate it for flight, covering vast distances in a single day.

And now, seeing Gilmore harness the power to fly, she deduced he possessed the strength of master martialist.

Gilmore paused, taken aback. Master martialist strength?

He wasn’t aware of his own capabilities, but he was sure he wasn’t of master martialist level.

His ability to fly wasn’t due to the powerful internal mana typically harnessed by master martialist.

Instead, he channeled anima.

With a nonchalant expression, he responded to Juline, “Master strength? Who told you I have the prowess of a master martialist? All I did was learn a particular Windwalk technique from a skilled individual about a decade ago.

“It’s called Cloud–Treading.”

Gilmore made up the name of the Windwalk on the spot, sounding quite convincing.

Juline listened, her expression a mix of belief and skepticism.

She had never heard of Cloud–Treading.

But having witnessed Gilmore’s swift descent into the abyss, only to change direction mid–fall and glide effortlessly, she couldn’t deny that he had displayed some extraordinary martial arts skills.

Juline thought that if what Gilmore was saying was true, then the person who taught him this remarkable Windwalk over a decade ago must be an extraordinary martialist, hiding his talents.

Otherwise, there’s no way Gilmore could’ve learned such an incredible Windwalk.

Its mastery was almost on par with that of a master martialist.

Lost in her thoughts, Juline was jolted back to reality when Gilmore suddenly asked, “Juline, remember what you promised me when we were falling into the abyss?”

Juline immediately recalled that Gilmore had cheekily mentioned that if they survived the fall, she would marry him.

Now, she realized that Gilmore had set a trap for her, just waiting for her to fall into it.

Given his extraordinary Windwalk, he was never in any real danger of plummeting to his death.

Gilmore was simply too cunning!

But strangely, even knowing that he had played a prank on her, she didn’t feel too upset.

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Yet, known as the “Snow Beauty” of Blade Gate, Juline wasn’t one to easily give in. “No deal!” she retorted.

Gilmore, feigning shock, responded, “Juline, how can you go back on your word? You clearly promised to marry me.”

“It’s not about breaking my promise,” Juline retorted, “You deceived me! You had this great Windwalk and knew you wouldn’t die, yet you hid it.”

Gilmore argued, trying to look innocent, “But you never asked if I had such a Windwalk, did you?”

“That’s beside the point,” Juline countered adamantly.

Holding her closer, Gilmore smirked mischievously, “Right now, you’re in my arms, and there’s not much you can do about it.”

As he tightened his grip, it seemed to say, “You can’t escape from me.”

Juline’s cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and indignation. “You’re such a scoundrel!” she exclaimed, playfully punching his chest.

Yet, her punch was so gentle, it felt more like a caress than a rebuke.

Seeing Juline’s tough exterior melt a little, Gilmore laughed heartily, the kind of laugh that comes from sheer happiness.

Holding onto Juline, they soared over forests and mountains.

About ten minutes later, they were out of the forest.

In the distance, the bright lights of the bustling Vista Verde came into view.

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Together, they headed toward the dazzling city lights…

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