[Congrats, you've gained 5 Chaos Charges and 5 Experience for Eric Ashfallen's misfortune!] (35x)
[Congrats, your cultivation has risen to Vein Opening, and you've earned 15 stat points!]
"Aaaaah," Justin opened his eyes, yawning at the notifications.
He didn't know what happened, but was convinced it was beneficial.
He left his bed, pushed the doors open, and stepped outside.
"Oh my," He spotted Eric, exclaimed, and acted clueless.
Eric's clothes were slightly torn, one of his eyes was swollen, his hair was scattered everywhere, and some of his teeth were missing.
"Who did you?" Justin stepped forward, questioning the boy before pulling him up.
"They took it… My ring!" Eric screamed, the tears rolling down his cheeks.
"And you…" Justin muttered, pointing at the boy.
"Assume I'd help?" He continued, pointing at himself with a deep glint in his eyes.
"This junior begs you!" Eric screamed, kneeling before Justin.
Justin held his chin, knowing this could be extremely risky.
However, it was a perfect chance to milk Eric for more rewards.
"This elder's guidance is not free; kowtow one thousand times, and I shall consider it," Justin ordered before turning around quickly.
He imagined Eric would refuse.
However, the banging noise proved otherwise.
'Status,' He thought, bringing his status up to confirm his doubts.
{Wealth & Chaos System}
[Status]
—Info—
Name: Justin Valemond
Title: Chaos Beginner [27/100]
Physque: Chaos Charged (+150 Elemental Resistance)
Cultivation: Vein Opening (4/19) | Experience: 75/5,000
Health: 1500/1500 (Vitality * 15)
Spiritual Energy: 35,600/35,600 (Cultivation * Spirit * 100)
Remaining Lifespan: 880/900 (Cultivation * 200 + 100)
Chaos Charges: 3,765
—Stats—
Strength: 95
Dexterity: 106
Vitality: 100
Spirit: 89
Elemental Resistance: 262
Charisma: 90
Free Points: 15
"You may stand up now," Justin said, feeling disappointed.
He thought Eric's kowtows would count as misfortune, but he was proven wrong.
"Now tell me, how do you intend to deal with your situation?!" Justin said, feeling quite bored.
"I will kill them!" Eric responded, prompting Justin to burst out laughing.
Such an action would expel Eric from the sect and likely pull him into trouble.
He held his chin again, thinking about a better solution.
"No, how about beating them up instead?" He suggested, as Eric shook his head.
"But they would come later!" He spoke as Justin laughed lightly, having a solution in mind.
"Then dismantle them!" He grinned, placing both of his hands on Eric's shoulders.
"Sorry, what?" Eric spoke, confusion painting his face.
"I mean—just do as I say!" Justin's face changed once again, becoming much worse compared to before.
"Assert your dominance!" He spoke, his facial veins expanding as his grin became unnatural.
"Tear their limbs, one by one, till they can no longer move!" He paused, pressing Eric's shoulders.
"Then roll them in the dirt!" Justin finished his words, waiting for an answer.
"I see," Eric muttered, his eyes gleaming brightly.
"The best sort of punishment doesn't require killing at all!" He continued as more changes occurred.
His height rose, his muscles grew stronger, and the Qi covered his body, forming a thin translucent layer around him.
'Heavens! What have you done?!' Dundarf screamed internally.
He had been spying on Justin since the grand elders left him, and he seemed like a demon straight out of hell to him.
'How could someone achieve enlightenment in such a way?!' He shivered, feeling extremely shocked.
He was spying, yet he was clueless.
If not for the fact that Justin was meditating during his breakthrough, he would have been in a worse position.
He struggled against him, considering whether he should wipe Justin off the sect or milk him further.
"Azure dogs, hand over the obsidian!"
"Amitabha! You must confess your crimes!"
"This Daoist is merciful, hand over the obsidian, and this place shall be left intact."
Voices thundered across the sky. Justin grinned, knowing his most anticipated event had arrived.
He ignored Eric and skipped to the edge of his residence, taking a seat.
"Amazing! Please start already!!" He clapped excitedly, counting the enemy's number.
Thirty stood high in the sky, hinting they were all Soul Realm cultivators.
Sixty stood on their sword behind them, and a hundred stood in formation across the ground.
The sect's bell rang as the disciples rushed out, facing the enemy at hand.
Despair drowned the disciples, there were at least three factions combined!
'What obsidian?' Dundarf thought, sweating all over.
Their only way out was his direct involvement.
However, such a thing would invite others as well.
It would have worked if he were not the only Immortal Realm in the sect, and knowing that fact deepened his frustration.
Suddenly, the thunder roared, yet no lightning could be seen.
Everyone raised their heads, witnessing a figure skipping across the clouds.
He held a sword in his right hand, the blue lightning covering every inch of it.
'No, no, no!!!' Dundarf screamed internally, slapping his face.
It was the Sigurd, the first grand elder, and the oldest of them.
He was someone known for acting before thinking, making him dangerous.
He would have killed one or two as a warning.
However, the grand elder knew no such things as warnings.
He could easily handle him if he were in the Soul Realm, but now it was impossible.
"Filthy ants! Have you gone insane?!" The grand elder muttered, sneering at the crowd standing below him.
"Drown in despair," He continued, snapping his fingers and unleashing his spiritual pressure.
He didn't hear a thing about the obsidian, and his pressure forcibly shut them down.
The ones on the ground fell to their knees, hitting the ground with their faces.
The ones floating in the sky crashed down like rockets, their pride turning to fear.
[Congrats, your cultivation has risen to Foundation Building, and you've earned 45 stat points!]
The notifications rained ahead of Justin's face as the atmosphere exploded.
"Splendid!" He whispered excitedly as the Qi covered his body, forming a chaotic armor.
"Kill them! KILL ALL OF THEM," He shouted madly, imagining the benefits he would get from such a massacre.
The grand elder frowned upon hearing the shout. "Oh, it's you." He turned around, smiling at Justin.
He recognized Justin since he was secretly present during the deal.
"Lightning Serpent!" He muttered, swinging his sword as the horrendous beam shot toward the invaders.
The ground shook the moment it was hit by the beam.
The dust was scattered, and the wind howled, threatening to devour everything in its path.
The cultivators and the ground they stood on disappeared, replaced by a horrific crevice.