Sect Recruitment

'Wowah.' Though Ciemnosc knew of his All-Devouring Forces Chronicles granting him a strong body, to say the very least of it, that he could amount up to 800 kg of strength with just his physical body, not using his Power Energy and even lessening the full amount of strength used... He was pretty strong according to the old man's '1st Step Manual' even someone at the Link Consolidation Realm was bound to have 2,000 kg strength at most, and that was by using one's Power Energy.

Right now though, as Ciemnosc saw the monitor of the device clear the ‘800’ number up, he got ready to deal the second blow, this time with a total of 20% of his whole bodily strength, ‘Just a little, little bit more.’

Fwoosh! Pam! Fuffshaa…

Ciemnosc’s left elbow retracted a few inches behind his back before sending it straight into the cushion. This time, as the fist landed on the cushion, the gray thing had thin, visible cracks appear on its face. While the whole machine device itself flew upwards for a mere moment before heavily slamming back down onto the floor.

A total of ‘1,600’ kg of strength appeared on the monitor nonetheless.

“...” Awkwardly using his ‘awareness’ to watch an old dude who was making his dinner just below his room suddenly stop as a large amount of dust fell on his sandwich, Ciemnosc took a walk around the device to see if he broke it. When he saw that it was alright and that it seemed to function with a few little fists of ‘800’ appearing, he became smug and talked to it.

“Heheh, just a little bit of strength, and you’re already dying? You can’t even endure that. What a laughable training device.” But soon after he spoke his words, a glint crossed through the boy’s eyes. Without waiting for any more silly acts, Ciemnosc once more faced the device’s cushion, which looked pitifully back at him as if a girl in tears of joy after the first few rounds…

‘Okay, here I go!’ Ciemnosc retracted his right elbow this time, the same distance and the same amount of tension in his muscles and stance. He once again let his fist meet head on the cushion, preparing to see if it would show a ‘2,400’ number…

Fwoosh! Pam! Pang- pingping- CRASSHH…

“!” In his bedroom, a pair of feline cats trembled hugely the moment Ciemnosc’s fist hit the cushion. Samina directly woke up and looked around with a robotic neck and her eyes going needle-thing and shrinking still. Meanwhile, just as the monitor showed, instantly, a ‘2,000’ number, the entire back of the device imploded while the cushion itself bathed Ciemnosc and his lateral surroundings of fluffy filling… Of good quality, though.

‘Oh well.’ Ciemnosc thought, he then looked around to see the rest of the cultivation room, ignoring the old dude on a floor below his room that was now covered in all kinds of dust and dirt and didn’t have any more remaining food in the fridge to eat from. He found a pair of circular carpets to sit on surrounded by those weird glowing blue lights, barely visible. But felt so tired from the entire day going out on a date with those beauties, having brought them to heaven many times in the morning and in the evening, as well as being ‘loved back’.

As such, Ciemnosc instead went out of the cultivation room, took his one and only piece of clothing on his body— his shorts —off, and went into his bedroom, directly kneeling over to the center of his bed and lying his bum above the blankets. The moment he laid his body on the bed, a kitten and half-cow pair of beauties came out from the blankets and placed their respective ears on his slightly muscular chest. Samina directly made a, “...prrr~~.”

“It’s cold,” while Aola was alright, Samina said with her eyebrows frowning as soon as her cheek met Ciemnosc’s chest. But just as he was feeling down momentarily just because of it, her whole face serene at once and she exclaimed, fully relaxed. “It’s comfy.”

‘It isn’t even warm,’ Ciemnosc thought in response to this kitty’s lovely comments in her sleep. He then let himself relax though, placed his arms that were behind his head on their backs as they placed their respective hands over his sternum and even intertwined fingers with each other and with the thought that he would be busy starting tomorrow, closed his eyes to rest.

***

Within the smallest amount of territory of one of the strongest organizations in the Region.

This territory was in the middle but also a bit more in the central north, which was full of snow. It wasn’t incredibly cold, contrary to who it seemed to be with how a small piece of land filled with snow and ice was in the middle of a lot of lands that were not; its altitude wasn’t any different than those territories that surrounded it as well.

Incredibly large mountains could be seen in the west, but those were already very well outside the organization’s territory. Meanwhile, in the east. Large hills could be seen, some within the snowy and icy territory but most of them outside of it. On the other hand, this small territory was the most abundant in forests in the whole Region, which were at all times full of snow at the top of each flora; especially the robust, dozens of meters tall trees.

In this territory, its strongest organization held from ⅙ to ⅕ of the whole snowy territory’s lands to build their organization’s territory. It was larger than 300 square kilometers in total, rather simple but simultaneously majestic.

Within such an organization’s territory, in the middle of it, all were the tallest constructions and buildings made the most beautiful of structures in the entire Region. A white haired young looking woman had a bunch of the strongest female cultivators in the entire Region kneeling before her with utmost veneration. Not just because of her power, which was on par with the other leaders of the other strongest organizations, but also because of a certain feature of hers.

“...You may all leave, Ancestor Keleue has returned.” After weeks of kneeling before the white haired young woman’s throne, which she was currently on, in this main hall surrounded by icy flooring and ceiling and snowy walls; the beautiful female cultivators shouted out in unison. “Thank you, Sect Master Yolin! Please punish us for our incapability and carelessness!!”

“I said to leave, so leave!” The young woman said, her beauty never receding and her white hair becoming ever more enchanting as her eyes had tiny dots of pure white light gleaming off of her pupils’ epicenter.

Step, step step step step…

Altogether, the female cultivators, feared anywhere they went in this little rock, scrammed out of the main hall and disappeared from the young woman, Yolin’s, eyesight. The latter remained on her seat, whose feelings remained unknown as she emotionlessly looked ahead at the void, when a beautiful voice came into her ears. “Saint Yolin, it shouldn’t be that bothersome to have that old man leave seclusion for a personal matter, why are you bothered?”

‘Saint’ Yoling turned her face towards her left. Even though it was not from where the voice seemed to come from, and said to the blue haired beauty that was already hundreds of years older than herself. “Saint Peselaf, if it wasn’t because of what he did hundreds of years ago, I of course wouldn’t be like this. But because I know what he did, and it became public knowledge, it is that I, the Sect Master, his Sect Master should be aware of his every move outside!”

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“Sigh…” The blue haired beauty sighed, lowered her head, and then turned around, leaving the main hall. ‘Saint’ Yolin looked at her back, superiority all over her eyes as she lightly commented, “Grand Ancestor, rally our Elders and the Grand Elder. I’d like to take the Little Lake, it’s time…for an expansion of the might of our Potential Light Justice Sect.”

Yolin’s eyes were shining a greater pure, white light, her right handed knuckles supporting her chin on her throne’s armrest. As if being invigorated, the blue haired beauty’s head was lifted, responding just a few seconds after once her emotions were calmed. “As per your orders, Sect Master…”

***

Back at the Warm Golden Hotel in the Warmlord City, Ciemnosc’s VIP room.

After waking up, Ciemnosc was given 2 handjobs per hand per beauty, granted a fabulous morning, and while he showered as the beauties had already woken up and played together in his shower, breakfast arrived fast. After having slowly finished his breakfast under the massages, caressing and innocent smooches from the girls, a spoiled Ciemnosc then went inside his cultivation room.

It was time to study, and though Ciemnosc could easily read through any book and learn it all to the letter, this time it was important as he was set on searching for the next move he had to make for continuing in his path of cultivation. As such, Ciemnosc began by opening the first book, it being the ‘Reigning Organizations’ detailed book of the Region and its powerhouses.

This book had already quite a few years, a couple tens of years to say the least. Hence, quickly passing over the smaller powerhouses, Ciemnosc quickly went over the contents relating the 4 strongest organizations of the Region and their attainment in terms of cultivation and glorious deeds for the last few hundred years from when the book was written.

First, was the strongest organization for over more than ten thousand years, even getting close to the 20,000th year already. The Self-Mutilating Honores Sect. This sect has had a past that is worth the reading and re-reading a countless times by all those properly interested in either war, cultivation, military tactics, or even simple decision-making.

They don’t specialize in any certain technique or Element, but they are masters of whichever battle style and weaponry it is chosen, it is a must for even the outer disciples of the sect. This sect, unlike the other strongest organizations in the Region, are directly located at the very center of the Region, though it is slightly leaned on the eastern side of it, but just for a bit.

Then there were the other 3 strongest organizations, which were all of the equal power but each different from the other in terms of their selected ‘specialties’.

The Preferential Light Justice Sect is a sect majorly ruled by women, but that isn’t the major point for one’s status within the sect. One’s hair, eye color and even Elements were what made one within the sect promising to even selflessly and unfairly get helped by the whole sect itself.

They are the masters of the Light Element in the Region. Every single strong Art that they own, the method they practice, and the teachings they impart upon their every disciple is correlated to the Light Element, not a single other way being allowed within the sect. They are located in the north of the Region. And they can easily be distinguished from the rest as they are the only snowy area in the Region and even in all nearby Regions.

The Moribund Yearning Cult, is by far the most feared organization of the strongest 4 by all mortals in the Region as millions of such disappear every half a decade, leaving barely any life remaining on their surrounding - taken territory. Their specialty lies on any deathly and even ghostly technique, while also promoting the unnecessary use of Elements, which is one of the reasons they have the most amount of recruited believers every year, be there an incoming event or not.

They were located towards the south of the Region. But being very fearful of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect, they put themselves to the farthest location of the south, bordering the Region’s borders with their organization’s territory.

Lastly, there was the Eagerburning Flames Sect. These were naturally focusing and specialized in all techniques of the Fire Element and related to it, but also of the most brutal and fiery types of techniques, methods and so on that exist within the Region. Be it for the type that is both harmful for the cultivator who practices them, and to the enemy, or more relaxed ones that are less harmful to oneself.

Located in the east of the Region, the sect has a much larger territory than the actual Self-Mutilating Honores Sect. But their territory is also the hottest, less fertile, and much less hospitable for even cultivators of high Realms. That was the reason why the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect hadn’t gone to war with the Eagerburning Flames Sect for so long.

The reason why there hasn’t been a 5th strongest organization forming in the west of the Region is because of the fact that, through history, every single organization, no matter how strong and large they were, all failed to survive the small amount of territory and lack of talent for cultivation unlike in the rest of the Region.

There was even the Little Lake, which is taking more than half of the western, north, western, and southwestern territories of the Region, especially the southwestern lands. Even worse, there were many insanely long mountain ranges in-between the western borders of the Region with another Region, but without any such mountain range ‘covering’ their backs.

Being so easy to be invaded from any angle except from the southwest, any organization that appeared there trying to become the 5th strongest was simply bound to be destroyed by the neighboring Regions. They wouldn’t only not have the support of the Region’s other strongest organizations, but they would even be marginalized instead, making them an even yet easier target and excuse to invade this Region.

As for any of the 4 strongest organizations setting up a branch in the west to gain control of more territory, the other 3 strongest organizations would immediately rally up together and destroy the hopes of said organization, not allowing for anyone to get extra powerful, as that would break their balance and their hegemony over the Region would be disturbed for sure.

Hence, the western lands of the Region were a bane; the 4 organizations would seemingly take turns every few decades to try and take the west, though it was only a matter of time before something changed.

Naval battles are always the worst in the history of the Region, which ended with the most tragic results every time a full-out war was unleashed. Besides, this Region was the most powerful in the entire world, it might’ not be the largest Region yet and much less the one with the best resources, nor have the best localization at the center or terrain for defensive measures. But it has always been the strongest nonetheless.

For these 4 strongest organizations. They were all at the apex of cultivation. Their leaders and second-highest powerful members were all at such a level. Creating a kind of already-established power level from hundreds of thousands of years ago.

As for the last full-out war that occurred in the Region, either for territory, disputes, or defense against other Regions; it has been hundreds of years… It has been a rather strange peaceful Era for this Region.

…After reading through Reigning Organizations, Ciemnosc went out of his cultivation room and invited his two beauties to come in and cultivate themselves. They had the means now that ‘daddy’ Ciemnosc had given them such a large amount of Inferior grade Powerful Stones.

When he came out, though, he was given great news, as it seemed that quite a few organizations would soon be coming to the Warmlord City in a couple of weeks, and that by then, Ciemnosc would be able to find an organization to settle in.

Afterwards, entering his cultivation room together, the beauties were overjoyed, sure. But they were even more so feeling complicated at first. After all, why did he have to do something as normal as being naked just to read? And…why the hell was the second best most advanced machine broken?!

In any case, after getting used to Ciemnosc’s naked, slightly pale, and slightly muscular body, the beauties could at last manage to cultivate in peace.

Next, Ciemnosc opened the ‘Legends of the Incredible Realms’ book, which after running through it, Ciemnosc could easily understand the meaning of ‘bait’ now. In any case, this book showcased the names of the Realms of cultivation, from the first one to the last one, granting Ciemnosc his chance to finally breakthrough the 4th Realm!

It read as follows: The first Realm of cultivation is the Spiritual Ligament Realm, the second is the Spiritual Condensation Ream, and the third one is the Link Consolidation Realm; up to there, it was all good since this was what Ciemnosc also knew. The next ones were fully studied by Ciemnosc though, even as they had no information whatsoever as to how to achieve the necessary requirements to breakthrough.

The fourth Realm of cultivation is named the Phrenic Realm, the fifth one as the Spirit Gathering Realm, the sixth one is named the Conflagrate Realm, and the seventh and last Realm of cultivation is called the Obsidiafying Realm.

The Obsidiafying Realm was the apex of cultivation, all cultivators and even rich kids that would buy these kinds of books or knew a cultivation or two be it from an organization or not from an ordinary family - wanted to become. They dreamed and lusted after the power of becoming also an apex-level powerhouse in the world, dominating everywhere they went and gaining knowledge to stun the masses and get as many partners as possible!

Nevertheless, everybody knew that only the 4 strongest organizations are capable of collecting and harvesting enough resources to give birth to a cultivator in the Obsidiafying Realm. But everyone also knew of their greediness and unwillingness to support ‘another’ Obsidiafying Realm. Who wanted besides beside themselves to grow as strong as oneself, after all?

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