The aunt immediately interrupted the two.

"Ninth young master! Ninth young master! Your third brother has just woken up from his deep sleep. He just managed to escape from the hands of the Underworld King, his body is not in the right shape, his health is not stable, right now his mind is a little chaotic, even his memories were also lost. I think it's still better to let him get some rest in peace, then we can talk later."

"There is nothing wrong with this guy! It’s not that he's unhealthy, more like he's just being lazy."

Seeing that this brat was still making a fuss and stirring up trouble in his room. Binh An immediately stood up, only with a snap of his fingers, he was already sent that youngster flying out the door, while the two workers started shouting in panic.

This fat kid was really looking for death, he didn’t know his place and didn’t know who he was dealing with. Maybe the fact that Binh An’s able to escape from Hell and return to this place was probably to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

The fat brat was lying on the ground, with difficulty getting up even with the help of the two workers, he shouted.

"How could you hit me like that!"

"Even though I don't have any memory anymore, I am still aware that I’m your brother and I’m your senior. If I don’t teach you a lesson then who will?”

"But… but… you’ve never hit me before!"

Having said that, tears slowly swelled up in the little fatty’s eyes, as he knew that his older brother would not show him any mercy, he finally burst out crying in the middle of the quiet room.

“…” Binh An felt like a delinquent who liked to bully small innocent children.

After one hell of a reunion between brothers. All four of them sat down at the small dining table. No one dared to say a word to each other, and no one dared to initial the conversation.

The little fatty, who was just a moment ago making all kind of tumultuous welcome to his brother, now turned his back at everyone else and had the audacity to be upset.

Binh An really didn't want to be bothered with this younger brother of his, so he ignored him and turned to the two workers to continue the conversation where they had left off.

“ Just now you two said that the wound was caused by the Nightmare Tiger?”

"Yes it was. It's not surprising either." Uncle Hung sighed.

“There is this beast that appeared in this area a few months ago, the Nightmare Tiger. No one knows where it originally came from, but it was extremely ferocious and aggressive, making the life of the resident in the area extremely miserable and full of fear.

There have been dozens of consecutive attacks; the least damages were broken bones and torn flesh, the more severe ones were arms and legs amputated, even losing lives. There have been nearly a dozen lumberjacks going up to the mountains to chop firewood and then die in the mountains without the bodies in sight." Aunt Ha affliction explained.

"Wait! Why haven't I heard of this before?"

The little fatty finally turned his back around and lunged at the table as if it was an interrogation, but Binh An understood his pressing action, he asked.

"It's so serious, why didn't you tell any of the cultivators?"

The uncle used a sad and helpless tone of voice.

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“Third young master and ninth young master, please be tolerant of our actions. It's not that we don't want to report it, but the master is so busy all year round without a day off, you guys as well don't even have time for yourself to breathe. There you see, even when the third young master got in the accident and passed awa... ah... I mean... became unconscious, the master and young masters still haven't come back yet… ah… what I meant was you were all so busy that you couldn’t come back in time for even the most serious matter. Ha ha ha.”

“Then if the surrounding people are all busy, you can also tell the other mages…” Binh An suggested.

“Ha!” The fat brat suddenly interrupted and voiced out his opinion. "You've become retarded, so what do you even know about anything? There are only a dozen qualified mages existing now, but these people only deal with critical cases that pose a great risk of damage and consequences in the future. Our master is one of them and I haven’t seen him for over a year now. These people are extremely busy, they have to travel around from all over the place to deal with those cases, I don’t think they have the time to eat or drink…”

Both of the workers nodded in unison, to approve the young master’s words. The little fatty got encouragement from them, continued his dialog.

“Others split into two factions. One with minimal hunting skill, will hunt small prey to minimize the risk they may encounter; the other gathers together to form a small group, hunting large prey for stimulation and reward.

This beast, which belongs to the middle category, either easy or difficult to hunt, isn’t appealing to any of the factions. It will be too dangerous for the amateur students and for the mages with a little more experience, it will be too boring without any worthy reward after.

Therefore, no one is willing to help deal with the beast even if the victims tear up their throat crying and pleading.”

Binh An put a hand on his chin and said lazily.

“Aren't there also the sects? You can invite them for help. It’s difficult to invite a big sect, but they can try to plead with the small sect. The victims can just present their name card and introduce their intentions. The process of approval may take a while, still it’s better than nothing, eventually the sect will send their people down to deal with the situation.”

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other with confusion.

“Sect? What sect? Is there even any sect that exists nowadays?”

“Practicing spiritual cultivation in the form of sects has ceased to exist for a hundred of years. What you only know is to read those stupid books of yours and believed everything written in them to be true. If you don’t update your knowledge properly and keep on talking nonsense, you would bring shame and embarrassment to our family of cultivators ."

“The form of sects is gone? Did something happen?"

The little fatty wasn't afraid to explain.

"You should know this, listen carefully and try to memorize. After that great tyrant Binh An destroyed all the masters of the great mystics, destroyed all the pristine secret documents, they also made several attempts at rebuilding a sect. However, the situation didn’t favor them. As there was no longer a powerful mage, who was capable enough to lead a sect and there were no powerful resources, which had all been destroyed, to back them up, they could not rebuild the sustainable sects as before. As a result, all the average and the immature mages began to disperse everywhere and eventually went on their own business.

In the end, the number of mages left the cultivator world was significant while the number of people remaining with the spiritual practice was relatively tiny in comparison, and they continued their activities in group size rather than sect size like the old days.”

When Binh An heard it, he was completely shocked. He didn’t think that massacre would be the end of the most blossom and glorious golden age of the cultivation sects, driving them into the age of downfall, and also defaming the cultivator world to the level of rogue charlatans.

No. It was not on him entirely. At that time, the cultivator world was already deteriorating. It would come to an end even without his impact. He igniting the flame was just the final straw when the world was drowning in gasoline. He was just helping to fasten the procedure.

The little fatty kept on his speech.

“That's why we voluntarily went to solve the problem with our own power. We huddled like cockroaches and bugs through every nook and crane. Not only did we not receive a dime out of it, but were also insulted by those ignorant people, who dare to look down on us. Thinking about it makes me angry!” The fatty bangs the table.

Uncle Hung signed.

“That's also why the villagers and the victims don't call for mages, they don't believe in spiritual-related matters or worship cultivators like in the old days. They simply considered it an accident and then put up a warning sign in the mountains, warning people of dangerous wild animals.

Those who took risks, ignored the warning sign and went up the mountain on their own account, would have to bear the responsibility and consequences themselves, if they go to the local authorities to report the incidents, they would receive no aid, rather, they will be fined for going against the local regulation. Therefore, most of them chose to keep their silence even after many lives have been lost.