As soon as Yan came outside, he took a good amount of clean air in. He never thought that air could smell so good, but know he finally understood.

Mo gave him this creepy feeling, but it wasn’t bad enough to where Yan thought he needed to act against him. He glanced over the black paper, it gave him three different locations as well as how to get to them from the town.

Having this was a great help, at least now he didn’t have to find out more information.

Yan memorized how to get to the closest location, and put the paper away. Pushing off the ground, his arms turned into purple fiery wings as he flew off.

The people in this town couldn’t believe it, some of them even smacked their faces a few times making sure they weren’t dreaming. Someone had the ability to turn their arms into wings and fly. What kind of ability was this?

As Yan flew for a while, he came across a small forest. There was a mountain here with a cave in the side of it.

Yan landed in front of the entrance to the cave. On the ground, he could see fresh blood that wasn’t hardened yet. He thought that there would be guards at the entrance, but there wasn’t.

Who would need guards, when the disciples of the alliance ran this place? If anyone dared to disturb them, that would be asking for a death wish.

Yan walked into the cave. He wasn’t like the others who would fear the alliance, in fact, he considered himself above them. The pirate king wouldn’t be held back by an alliance!

The inside of the cave was dark so Yan lite his finger up and used it as a torch. The purple flame illuminated the cave enough that he could easily see what was around him.

As he went deeper, he found more blood on the ground. It was old, as it was hardened. Eventually Yan found stairs that lead underground.

As he walked down the stairs, he could hear screams from below as well as people yelling out different attacks. His speed slightly went up as he continued going down.

Yan didn’t know how many people were down below, but he knew that they weren’t his match. If the headmaster was only a Sage realm expert, then his disciples were lower than him.

“Stop… please…” A voice pleaded. It was a weak voice, they were probably close to losing their life.

“Shut up! You won’t die, this daddy won’t allow you to die.” A male voice was heard from below.

Yan eventually reached the end of the stairway, and entered a well lit room. He could make own rusted cages that held many men. In a huge cage in the corner, there were naked women lying down.

They were in better shape than the men, who had bruises all over their body.

“Who the hell are you?” One of the many men dressed in light green robes asked Yan as he noticed him entering the room.

Yan ignored the man as he walked over to the middle aged man in the middle of his room. His skin was coming off, and his arms were dislocated. Blood that was old and new covered his naked chest.

The man seeing Yan walk over was scared, he didn’t know what Yan was planning on doing to him. Yan’s hazel eyes swept over the man, he felt pity for him.

There were twenty men dressed in light green robes in this room. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that they were part of the alliance.

“This bastard dares not to answer? Fuck! Is he courting death?” A disciple asked.

This question made all the other disciples realize that he never answered their brother. They were stunned because of the way Yan walked in here and went straight to the middle aged man who they were using to test their skills on. However now, they regained their composure.

“Damn right, who dares to come into our place?”

“Brothers, check this bastards cultivation. You’ll surely have a good laugh.”

“A mortal? Hahaha, this damn chick dares to come into a lions den? Fine, let me teach him a lesson!”

One of the male disciples lunged at Yan. He didn’t use his weapon, but only his fist. Against this mortal, he didn’t need to use any weapon. If he used his weapon, that would only be a disgrace!

His fist went straight through Yan’s head, causing a hole to appear in the middle of his head. He hurriedly brought his fist back thinking that he used too much strength. He only wanted to teach Yan a lesson, not kill him.

He was an alliance disciple, so he knew what would happen if he killed a mortal. Luckly, his sworn brothers were the only ones who witnessed it, so he calmed down a little. The mortals in this room wouldn’t dare speak a word. They were caged up, in the middle of nowhere, who could they tell?

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“Brother, I didn’t think it would take one hit. Surely you must have overdone yourself.”

The others started laughing, leaving him to only scratch the back of his head in embarrassment. Over using his strength to get rid of a mere mortal? What type of shame was this?

He couldn’t tell them that the mortal was weak, and he only used ten percent of his power in that blow.

The hole in Yan’s head was filled with purple flames as the missing parts came back. The disciples who saw this thought they were in front of an immortal. However, they knew that wasn’t the case.

Yan turned his head, pointing his middle and index finger at the forehead of the disciple that just hit him. His finger caught on fire with a purple flame, and it shot out. A single hole went through his head, as his body fell backwards with blood splattering all over.

The other disciples grabbed their weapons on their side. Forget thinking, they had to kill the man in front of them. He killed one of their sworn brothers!

If they used their brains, they would first think how Yan a mortal would be able to even conjure flames in the first place. They didn’t, it seemed that the only thing on their mind was revenge.

To the middle aged man, it was like he was standing behind a god. Yan swiftly dealt with those disciples of the alliance, without leaving a single one of them alive. The only thing it took was a single point of his finger, and bam! They were dead.

Yan aimed his finger at the lock on the cages, and shot them off. The middle aged man wondered who the wonderful saint was in front of him. He was their savior, maybe the gods hadn’t forsaken them. This was the person he sent to them, the person who would punish those who harmed them! A holy knight!

He couldn’t help but ask Yan, “Who are you?”

Yan tilted his hat, “A pirate.”

All those who heard his reply couldn’t help but have their jaws drop. A pirate saved them? A pirate killed multiple cultivators?

Like hell they would believe that! Clearly this person didn’t want to reveal his identity to them thus he claimed to be a pirate.

“Savior, won’t you please save my child? She hasn’t eaten in three days, even a piece of bread will do.” A naked woman walked over to Yan and begged him.

Yan’s expression went cold, why would he help them? He wouldn’t help them for free, he was a pirate, not robin hood!

The woman was a little skinny, he could easily tell that she hasn’t eaten in a while. Maybe if she ate a bit more her color would return, and she would be able to gain the affection of many men.

Yan had to admit, he was somewhat of a pervert as he glanced over her body and other women's. It was fast, so he hoped that they didn’t notice. There wasn’t a day that went by where he wished he had internet connection, or even his phone.

You try going three years without any good material to use for your personal purposes.

Yan took a quick breath, clearly his head of all his thoughts he had. “I’m not your savior, and I could care less about your kid. You are just people I happened to come across on my travels, that is all.” He spoke in a rude tone, crushing their image they had for him.

The holy knight who was sent by the gods? Foolish! This person in front of them was the same as those disciples. Utterly despicable!

Seeing how their morale went down, Yan smiled lightly as he walked off. They were stunned, how could he just leave them? Did he even have a damn soul?

One of the girls clicked her tongue. “He dares look at our bodies, but doesn’t pay up? Wait till I… ugh!”

Yan might have been fast at glancing at their bodies, but women had the a special trait. They could feel when someone was watching them, naturally they felt Yan’s eyes go across their bodies. They didn’t say anything because they figured he was going to help them out. If they knew this would have happened, they would have cursed him to death.

“Let’s go, maybe we can hunt on our way back to town.” A bulky man said as he picked up one of the disciples weapons.

Others nodded their head and followed his lead picking up the weapons on the floor. A spatial ring was special, not everyone had one. These twenty disciples surely didn’t have one.

As the group walked out of the cave, once again their jaws dropped. Piles of meat, and grain was in front of the entrance. It was enough to feed an entire village for a week!

They wanted to know who left this here, but only one person came to mind.

“Savior! He hasn’t forsaken us!” A young boy called out.