Silas’s tortured expression caused the surrounding men in the damp jail cell to break into hoarse, mocking laughter, their jeering only getting louder as thick blood splattered down from Silas's severed tongue. This is the end for me, even if i survive my wound i wont be able to tell the executioner that my number-tag was switched with Torg’s. This bastard, should be getting sacrificed today not me. without much further thought Silas slumped over and went unconscious, his last thoughts drifting away from the mocking words of Torg and his tackles reminding him of the coming execution, towards the pleasant memories with his little brother Theo.
Upon awakening Silas could see the sacrificial slab getting closer and closer, he wasn't walking but rather being dragged by two cultivators on either side of him. An old man standing behind the slab with raised hands and a ton white beard was chanting some unknown hymn in a guttural tone. Silas was forcefully strapped onto the slab by those drone-like cultivators and hundreds of thick wires were connected to every part of his body. Once the old man finished his chanting he reached into his robes to grab a large glowing crystal that seemed to frequently change colours. The elder slowly placed the crystal into a glass contraption connected to the wires on Silus’s body and immediately pulled an iron leaver which caused the glass container to fill with a type of liquid quickly dissolving the rock. Silas watched on in horror as said liquid slowly travelled through the wires towards his body. when it finally reached its destination Silas’s consciousness went dim. Tendon by tendon each part of his body was snapping and tearing under the strain of the flooding energy, it felt like a mad surgeon was performing a live autopsy without anaesthetic, the pain was so unbearable and yet he was unable to pass out due to the energising effects of the liquid. Was there anything to be done? any way to end the suffering? Silas opened his bloodshot eyes and cast a pleading gaze towards the bearded elder, but he knew it was hopeless as soon as he saw the disgustingly twisted smile plastered over the old bastards face. Ever since he was sold from his home town he hadn't met a single kindly person. Silas had thought that the continuous thankless work and abuse he endured in the village was a bad situation but that couldn't even be compared to his current state.
fuck Fuck FUCK at this rate i'll never get revenge against that Bastard Torg for cutting out my tongue and stopping my escape plan dead in its tracks. The only comfort Silas could muster was the thought of Torg being executed in a similar fashion in the coming months, he would have loved to see the look on Torg’s master Tings face if he knew his precious little protege was soon to be tortured to death. With these thoughts, Silas felt his heart palpitate and begin to grow quiet as the last piece of resistance his body could manage was crushed by the tsunami like wave of energy finally rushing into his muscles, heart and brain. Darkness, peace.
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Ants all over my body? what is this sensation... itchy.. so itchy... slowly coming to reality the first thing Silas noticed was the lack of pain, replaced entirely by an indescribable itchiness that would have caused him to scratch his flesh to the bone if it weren’t for the fact his body could barely lift his own arm. At this moment a gut churning stench infiltrated his nostrils and caused Silas to expel his stomach contents. looking around in the darkness all he could see were vague silhouettes of piles of what seemed to be waste, as Silas tried to move, he noticed his feet would sink into a soft mushy substance that most likely formed the heaps in front of him causing the foul stench. Have I been thrown into some kind of waste disposal room? what is this stuff. just as Silas was pondering his situation a light suddenly appeared from the above. "Another cart for the garbage disposal Renult, this is the last one, if the trash isn’t gone by the time of the next delivery you might just be on the cart after that, understand?" "Of course senior brother, i wont hold up the operation again i swear it" as Renult began unloading the cart, Silas was able to get a better look at his surroundings, much to his disgust the squishy substance he was standing on as well as the mounds ahead of him were entirely composed of mushy body parts, clothes, hair and bones, it was truly difficult to distinguish where one body would start and end. Silas trembled in shock but refused to allow his mind to think about it too much. I need to find a way out of here before that Renult guy finishes unloading the bodies thankfully it seemed his bodily energy was quickly replenished. In fact Silas felt quite energised. How was this possible? "My Tongue is back!!" Silas shouted aloud, how could this have happened, surely the energy that old bastard shaman pumped into my body couldn’t have helped regrow my tongue, but what other explanation was there.. In his excitement Silas had completely failed to consider his earlier shout. "Yo You.. You are alive?, how.. no this cant be right, Elder Jadestone executed you weeks ago, if they find you down there I’m fucked, and just as I was about to be promoted to outer sect disciple too.."
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“you are a cultivator right? Please help me, I’m only a mortal I need to leave and return to my village, I’ll do anything as payment, please”
“Hah… mortal my ass, don’t lie to me, I can see your aura very clearly, being nearly a Grey Earth realm cultivator doesn’t mean you can look down on us Lesser Earth cultivators, how did you survive by the way? Your ritual was especially brutal it seemed, the screams could be heard all through the assistant quarters”
“Aura? I have aura?”
as Renult began to give a long winded reply Silas’s conscious looked inward only to discover that instead of his broken dantian containing energy, his whole body was completely infused with it, muscles, heart, brain, even his bones were drenched in spiritual energy. how could this be! Never have I heard of a cultivator able to contain energy outside of their dantian, the raw energy would completely eviscerate their organs should anyone try. this.. this power flowing through my limbs… is this what it means to be a cultivator?
By this point Renult had long stopped talking and was now looking down at Silas with a strange expression. this guy just got up out of the bodies after being pumped full of raw spiritual energy, somehow managed to survive and is now asking me if he has an aura? Did he lose his memory from the shock or just go insane I wonder. In any case I need to either get him out of here or hide him before senior brother returns just as Renult was pondering he heard footsteps in the distance.
“Quick, get up here now! You are a basically a Grey Earth realm already you should be able to manage slow levitation”
It has always been Silas’s dream to hover over his town and look down on the goings on below, with this power he would never have needed to slave away sacrificing his health to that ass-hole Ting and his beloved bully Torg.
“I.. I’ll try”
Silas quickly focused the spiritual energy near his feet and began to expel it slowly I’m doing it! I’m actually flying holy shit I never thought I’d even have an ounce of spiritual energy until my death. But I’m actually flying this is incredible!
Just as Silas was about to grab a hold of the trap door to freedom he heard a loud creaking as the door to the disposal room swung open.
“Senior brother! I was just finished, the disposal chamber is ready to be cleared now”
“Good, close the latch and let out the young dragon, he hasn’t had a good feed in a long time now”
“As you say senior brother”
Renult had no choice but to begin moving towards the hole in the floor Silas was clinging on.
I will not fall back, either I make a stand now or I will have to face that young dragon thing, in a pit of human remains which doesn’t sound too good
Silas launched himself from the hole with his now powerful arms, flying towards Renult’s senior brother, Silas quickly circulated his spiritual energy into his fist and slammed it into the outer sect cultivator’s face *kkrrunch* the sound of bones being pushed into the cultivator’s skull made Silas’s skin tingle and go numb, he had never killed anyone before, only rabbits and other small animals, this was an entirely different feeling. As Silas pulled his fist from the outer sect disciple’s head he spluttered out in shock “HELP ME, INTRU..” he was unable to utter the final word as Silas’s fist has already come down onto the top of his heard thoroughly shattering his spine and sending bone shards into his brain.