Sadist warrior
Kemelut in the South
"Chairman...!
His disciple called out to the elder who was still standing.
Bruuks...
His body fell down after the disciple tried to resuscitate him by shaking his body. "Elder, awake...!" Unaware, finally the disciple carried the elder back to the Heavenly Sword sect.
...
In inn.
Ye Chen who was already in the room examined the black stone. "Hm, this is like a dark prince artifact, but it is not that powerful." Ye Chen muttered as he observed it. Soon, He stored it and turned to the seed of Salak and entered into the dimensional ring to plant it.
"Hopefully you can grow up here." Ye Chen planted it in the same dimensional space as the purple Apple tree.Utilizing the laws of time that he understood little, trying to shorten the time of its growth.
Ye Chen came back, at this time the three of them were preparing, about to set off towards where Jiang Kun was. He Liang who was starting to worry with the sect decided to come with them.
"Master Ye, there was a message from elder Xiao earlier, in inviting us to the God Pill sect" Jiang Kun said.
Ye Chen weighed for a moment, then said, "Do you know what they invited us for? hah, just trouble."
"Master, I actually feel a little uneasy as well but elder Xiao said this about our journey."
"uh, did you tell them where we were going?"
"That's not so master," Jiang Kun replied feeling uneasy. "The Jiang family in the south is quite famous, and since I am from there then of course Elder Xiao knows me, even if not personally."
"Oh you're famous too? didn't you ever say your family was just an ordinary family and almost broke? and for that reason then you went looking for resources?"
Jiang Kun bowed, "Alright, we postpone your family affairs first, now we should go to Elder Xiao, there might be interesting info." Ye Chen said.
The God Pill Sect.
Elder Xiao graciously greeted Ye Chen, "I thought you wouldn't come. Come on in, Dad's inside, too."
"Patriarch, you are here." greeted Ye Chen who was kindly countered by patriarch Xiao. "Sir Ye, you may be wondering why I invited you. It has to do with your purpose."
Xiao Yang then told me, in the south there is a crisis, for some reason, but lately the wave of refugees has begun to appear. "Brother Jiang, have you not heard from there?"
Jiang Kun shook his head, He looked worried about this state of affairs. While Ye Chen was beginning to speculate, it might be the deeds of the darkness sect people because according to Jiang Kun, there was a black stone that became a dimensional portal.
"It is better to delay first, until there is clear information" said Xiao Yang. "At least two or three days later, you can ask refugees from there."
Ye Chen initially disagreed but Xiao Yang added again by saying there was a possibility that the Jiang Kun family was among the displaced, finally agreeing to wait as well as Jiang himself.
One day passed, at Xiao Yang's request, Ye Chen spent the night in the God Pill sect.
One night, Ye Chen who was sitting by himself remembered the wine jar he had made the other day using herbs and immortal roots. "Let's see, maybe it's time" he murmured and walked out of his room and opened the urn.
A strong herbal aroma filled the room, a fresh and comfortable feeling instantly invaded. "This life is even more delicious than it used to be" Ye Chen said proudly with the results he got.
In Xiao Yang's room, Elder Xiao and the others.
Xiao Yang, "This scent is full of vitality.
Elder Xiao, "Is father concocting a new herb?"
Jiang Kun and He Liang were different, inhaling the aroma of wine made their blood turbulent, not just calming the mind but like He broke through.
Meanwhile Ye Chen had already returned to his room, He kept another urn of his wine after being satisfied drinking it himself.
"Dad, what's going on? I think that scent was Dad's thing."
Xiao Yang shook his head, "if I make it, I won't come here."
"So where does that smell come from?"
"Of course, but whoever made it, he's definitely not an ordinary alchemist."
Elder Xiao accidentally saw the glass that Ye Chen was wearing and took it. "Dad, look at this, it looks like it came from here. Could it be that it belongs to one of our guests?"
"This banquet could even help a Sky level to break through." Xiao Yang murmured after inhaling the wine scent from the glass that Ye Chen was wearing.
The next day Xiao Yang and elder Xiao secretly watched Ye Chen, according to them only Ye Chen might have had an evocative potion last night.
"Heh old man, did you see the behavior of the father and son? they just keep looking at me." Ye Chen's.
He Liang nodded, "I think so too, or maybe there's something they want to say?"
"Hah forget it, maybe they are just amazed by my good looks haha."
He Liang and Jiang looked at each other, this master Ye was confident they thought.
...
In an inn on the edge of town.
A girl and a middle-aged man seemed to be sitting, in front of him lay an artifact.
"Damn it, the last seal is not this strong." the middle-aged man grumbled in annoyance.
"Uncle, try again it might work." the girl sitting next to him kept trying to encourage him and asked the man to keep trying.
"Can't, until how many times the result remains the same. There's nothing I can do anymore." the old man bowed lethargic.
"Sorry, if it wasn't for me, this artifact wouldn't have been stolen."
"That's it, let it pass, forget it."
"Then what next? are we going back?"
After thinking for a while the middle-aged man nodded, "It's best that way, but before that we'll go see someone."
...
In the southern part of the upper realm.
The atmosphere was slightly gripping, a group of people dressed in black appeared kidnapping anyone they met, strangely they never killed.
Many cultivators from the sects who joined tried to look for them but none of them succeeded. Some of them are gone without anyone knowing where.
This made people who were not cultivators seek safety by evacuating, leaving their hometowns.
Including the Jiang family which although famous as a family of cultivators but the rest were only Gold level cultivators. The Sky-level family members who had come to fight the black-clothed group had either disappeared or might have been killed.
"Mother, will you be back?" ask a ten-year-old boy to his mother in the midst of a wave of refugees.
"Of course, son, wait until we reach the border, your father is waiting there" said the mother trying to encourage her son.
