Inner Sect Disciple

In array formations, one's body self-mobilization, precision, and simply dryly speaking; confidence is all that is needed to learn it, evolve oneself within it, and create things that most people simply can't. Array formations are simply the most venerated. And yet lacking strength in the world. Their incredible capabilities can even make a small, thin wall become an impregnable fortress by even heavy and long-range catapults.

Let alone the fact that they can make even any car, with good enough materials to accompany it, keep their maximum speed of 250 km/h or much more than that for hours non stop, and allowing not just within the sect but outside of it for its trading and mobilization to become much faster and much more profitable. To the point where using Creatures as mounts have to either be because of their fast speed or tactical advantage over a type of terrain, and so on.

In the end, arrays could make the simplest of things decrepit, wasted, and most obvious errors in any and everything to be ignored and for the ‘thing’ in question to become potent and full of improvement. That ‘thing’ is a building, structure, vehicle, weapon or armor, ammunition to even just enhance cultivation, one’s attacking prowess or defenses.

And that was just a very short list of the capabilities that an array could have and be used for. The basics of arrays that Ciemnosc was taught were basically those of making external items that came into contact with said arrays to become like magnets that are accurately attracting of each other as long as they pass by together; for an example.

And that was also how Ciemnosc could carry a few swords and blades with chains on them and not be worried about someone snatching them. If someone dared to and stole any of his sword or blade ever, he could just take another out with an inscription to blow the fuck up whenever he wanted or the sword or blade in question was heavily hit. Of course, for that, he had to use at least ¼ of an Inferior grade Powerful Stone which was too hefty for almost everyone.

On the other hand, there were array formations that enhanced everything that a cultivator had to offer, the flow of Power Energy, Spirit Sense’s range, and ability to go through walls or even underneath the ground…which was how Ciemnosc came to know the difficulty of one’s Spirit Sense doing just that - only after reading through so many advanced books in the Spirit Sense subject.

But, being used to being unique, special and so handsomely charming, Ciemnosc showed no surprise whatsoever when he first found out about the Spirit Sense not being capable of going through underneath the ground for long. Much less when he discovered the initial differences with the range of most other people, and at a maximum at that, and his own.

Now, however, as Ciemnosc became more and more apprehensive of how valuable his Spirit Sense was overall, the already looking good path towards array formations became smoother, as it did with the rest of his passions for crafting; creating.

But, for example, the inscription of one’s sword to become tougher in the sense that it would then be able to resist more time and accompany its wielder of whoever grabs it into many more fights than predicted was one of the most needed and obvious ones in any war even if its a short-lived one and of a small scale.

Ciemnosc also came to learn the way to make a weapon or armor much lighter, its weight would come down by a lot, and these arrays were useful even for Mortal grade weapons, though creating Mortal grade items was already difficult enough with the lack of resources for that matter. Only the major organizations in this Region could create ten or so of such a grade every hundred years, more or less, with little to no room for failure.

Though Ciemnosc couldn’t really see the importance of one’s weapon becoming less heavy since his own training has proved that the harder it is, the more one can become much more skilled in whichever skill or technique they were training on and a much more powerful cultivator.

In any case, Ciemnosc began learning arrays that are only used by organizations of a high enough power, and from which the 4 major organizations make use of daily and without batting an eye at the cost of it, simply worrying over whether it can be done sooner to many more of their assets rather than if there were enough resources for such.

And so, time passed…

. . .

Approximately 15 days and half a dozen hours after Ciemnosc came back from the first mission, a scouting mission. In his life that ended up taking so much time and such a high rate of casualties. Within Ciemnosc’s bedroom, where the protective arrays all around got ‘enhanced’.

Ciemnosc was sitting cross legged, his torso bare, showing his slightly grown— even more —figure, as he sweated a little and showed his muscles which were enough to make even a widow that had a most joyful and ‘sensual’ marriage before her husband perished salivate at the sight of his back.

Crack.

With a Supreme grade Powerful Stone in his right palm, aiming skyward, breaking and turning to the most pure of energies but that was directly hidden as it went from his right hand into his Psychogenic and Dantian Link, his entire body was seemingly illuminated by that pure, whitish, untainted and empty-looking trace of energy.

Creak~.

From behind him, the door opened after an Identification Token with an array he especially made for her. Valeria appeared with the door being opened by her right hand. She looked up before knowingly lowering her head, a gulp barely audible but loud for Ciemnosc was heard as she was lowering her head, whereas a strong, slender, and growing back met her eyes.

“Congratulations, I’m glad I didn’t come here sooner or I might have distracted you in your breakthrough, Ciemnosc.” Valeria’s eyes were surprised after being dazzled, though they went back to his back right afterwards. She was proud that this dumb boy had finally reached the Link Consolidation Realm 1st stage!

Oooof course, Ciemnosc had just now entered the 7th stage of the Phrenic Realm. And with how skilled he had become at faking his cultivation base by moving every tiny bit of his body with his All-Devouring Forces Chronicles, he barely managed to keep his cultivation base in check before Valeria opened the room. And her of 10 meter in radius— which was larger than his room —noticed everything around her inside of it.

“Hmphf,” Ciemnosc’s nostrils sounded, greeting her as he stood up without using his hands to support himself off the ground, turning his body around and meeting his big sistah Valeria. Showing his torso, she looked down, but not by that much, or else she would’ve been forcing her eyes to look at ‘that’. Valeria looked up at Ciemnosc with her eyes bright and star-like twinkling.

“Thank you, big sis. Did you come for anything?” - “I…” Saying so, Ciemnosc stepped forth and took that thin waist into his arms, pushing it against his lower abdomen as she was still a bit taller than him, tsk. Valeria was cut off from her words, and she could only feel Ciemnosc’s arms around her body and his frontal body against her own.

“Ey you, tstststsh! You’re snuggling that huge thing all over my stomach. What do you think you’re doing?!” Valeria patted his shoulders with the palms of her hands, closing her eyes shut with wrinkles forming at her eyelids from how hard she was tightly closing them after Ciemnosc propped up his pelvis just in time for a thing to reach up.

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“Aah, and I told you, don’t use those pants whenever I come here…” Valeria said, surrendering as he simply smiled badly and hugged her waist even tighter, his flattening meat accommodating a coolness onto her belly that left her speechlessly enjoying. The pants that Ciemnosc was wearing right now were some he made for himself.

They were so soft, truly so soft and elastic somewhat, they allowed for a lower undergarment Ciemnosc to move around unobstructed by the pain of being a man for some. Sigh, it doesn’t even need to have a lot of volume, is like a curse that Ciemnosc is always suffering from even when using loose pants or so.

Only when he used a Link Consolidation spider’s web to create his new sets of clothes was he now finally comfortable and feeling free from worldly affairs; restraints; duty…whatever.

And as Valeria got the full brunt of that attack; the meat attack, she gave up directly. It was so strange after all. Who would have their virile member be warm, sure, but still feel somehow fresh and cooling? Even when…Valeria still did not mind his honest lewd but not actually making a move-kind of moves that Ciemnosc employed.

Rustle rustle- step step step, fwumm.

Escaping from his grasp as she softly touched his arms, giving him a very light, barely noticeable massage, Valeria walked over to his bed and fell flat with her belly hitting first against it. She placed herself under the blankets in time record, as skillfully as she could, which was already a lot, to say the least. She then patted to her left where the wall was for Ciemnosc to lie in bed with a beauty on one side and a wall on the other - nothing could be better.

Whoosh- fwum!

And indeed, Ciemnosc directly jumped over to the bed, heaving a breath out with guttural sounds as he smelled Valeria’s scent and rested his head on her left breast clothed. He no longer started looking like a boy anymore, not even as a teenager. But he thankfully still had youngish features here and there all over his body except his phallus alright.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be lying in bed here but either running away from his bedroom at all times, avoiding entering it. or right now, down there, bobbing her head to all angles as she irresistibly fell under his charm and most honest care for her she never feels from anybody else.

“I am killing a sect disciple at the Phrenic Realm today,” Ciemnosc said, his voice seemingly somnolent. Valeria got startled by those words. Turning her head down and to her left, she met Ciemnosc’s hair which she didn’t mind getting to her lip as she talked with him in her own light tone. “Already? Don’t you need to stabilize your cultivation base? It is of utmost importance when crossing through realms. Nothing like training hard after passing over a stage. You should know that.”

“Mn, I know. It’s okay, I’m confident~.” Ciemnosc smiled lightly with his eyes closed and said, his shameless self even rubbing his right cheek and nose over her clothed left breast. Her nub wasn’t getting hard, it wasn’t that sort of situation, and Ciemnosc really just enjoyed rubbing himself against her - even if such thoughts and indecent images were for another purpose.

“Mm, okay. Want me to bring you there?” Valeria asked, her chin massaging the boy’s head and hair when he suddenly surrounded her under her knees and her upper back with his left and right arm respectively, waking her up from the calm and slow paced moments before sitting her on his stool. Then, unceremoniously and as if he was stripping for her, Ciemnosc took his pants off right before her to reveal the bad, huge boy hidden within.

It dangled and dangled while her eyes were firmly fully locked onto it. Its scent even reached her as she became flustered because of it, bitterly smiling at this dumbass for showing such ‘worth’ to her and so enticingly- eh-ah, no, so cutely. Nope, so…charmingly teasing.

With its huge head aiming at her nose and glabella. She studied it with practical interest, barely holding her womanly instinct to grant it by the neck slowly twist it with strength, and place it inside her mo- oops. She fought hard with her will against such and simply got a good look at a man’s thingie. She also didn’t mind Ciemnosc’s odor, apparently.

“‘Kay, ‘m ready ma’am.” Once Ciemnosc finished dressing up, he faced Valeria with the same kind of pants on but with slightly solid little parts at the crotch that kept a certain thing hidden for any purpose, battling, running, jumping. and even sticking his body to random beauties to fluster and then leaving like a hooligan and rogue bastard that he is not.

Biting her lower lip, knowing how such a few solid parts made out of hide were tapping against his thing over and over from now on, yet he was to be able to not become ‘bothered’ by such, Valeria took a deep breath in and looked upwards at him. This angle…was something.

“Okay, let’s go.”

. . .

On a stadium different from the ones, which they often go to, Ciemnosc and Valeria were locking right and left arms respectively it was just 3 PM, and many battles were ongoing with crowds bustling savagely.

After parking her motorcycle, Valeria brought this little boy to the stadium for the ‘adult kids’, and she wasn’t embarrassed nor felt that her actions were out of place when bringing such a young boy into such an ‘important’ stadium for ‘adults’.

Instead, as she looked at him right now, with loud crowds and flashy battles with beautifying effects going in and out of arenas’ barriers, his brand new clothes were all blackish, very dark too. They had a design and pattern that was rather rural, to say the least, humble and warm but also pitiful at the same time.

Valeria already knew Ciemnosc’s only time when he keeps quiet, so she only asked once about them and no longer asked ever again since days ago. Right now, as they passed through the crowd towards a seemingly empty arena, Ciemnosc looked inconspicuous with his smooth jacket with its buttons closed and the collar being flat and smooth from the front while it was somewhat tall and pronounced at the back.

With a pair of pants that were similar to some fashionable leather pants armor, yet with even less armor, and less fashion but still looking similar. Shoes that were pretty meh and were just black, and a shirt under his jacket which was also very smooth, black, and incredibly to touch; which she only felt slightly embarrassed of feeling his chest out early on in the parking lot after nearly causing several accidents with his body against hers during their ride here.

Ciemnosc was, in short words, mighty handsome as he gained some not actual mysteriousness that all girls somehow, someway, and somewhatthefuck became attracted to. But his innate, devilishly charming handsomeness, slender and tall, overgrown figure was even more so accentuating the outfit that Ciemnosc was wearing as well. It was a combination of simply humble-like clothes looking to be black and bright at the same time and Ciemnosc’s charm that granted him a milf-melter, young girl-deceiving and wife-banger look in the eyes of women…or boys even, for that matter.

The more they walked towards the seemingly empty arena. The more Ciemnosc and even more so Valeria were drawing attention and being recognized. Though it was mostly Valeria for the latter, as Ciemnosc never posted photos on his own social media, which he felt sick from using, and it was only due to Valeria that he ever appeared in such, on her own profile though.

“...” - “...” Just as they were close to the arena, Valeria stopped walking and gave Ciemnosc a light push and tap on his back, he looked back and saw Valeria nod upwards at him, to which he returned with a traditional nod before turning around and continuing.

Standing on her spot and ignoring the voices, which basically implored her to sit on their seat, she stood there and slightly frowned from time to time as she looked at that taller back. On the other hand, once she gained sight of a blonde hair to her right moving towards her, she went over, and looked for a seat towards her left to see Ciemnosc fight his way into the inner sect discipleship.

“...Hey kid, hey…don’t go there, don’t go! Harius the tiger just went out to drink something. Go back and don’t meddle in such affairs, alright?” Ciemnosc was just 3 meters before entering the arena’s area and about more than a dozen meters away from the arena itself when he heard a man call out to him with a face containing 5 parts warning and 5 parts disdain.

“What cultivation base does ‘the Harius’ have?” Ciemnosc stopped and asked the man who ‘advised’ him. And while the man felt that Ciemnosc was somehow ridiculing him back with the kind of words he just warned the boy with, he still responded somewhat committedly. “He just reached the 1st stage of the Phrenic Realm a few days ago, but he was already known by the inner se-”

“Mm, okay.” Ciemnosc nodded uncaringly and waved his right palm at the man with just a little bit of movement before resuming his walk towards the arena. The man felt speechless but then became enraged in silence. He very much wanted to see Ciemnosc dying for his ignorant pride.

“...Kid, are you s-” Seeing Ciemnosc come towards the arena, the referee felt a bit weirded out but ended up calling Ciemnosc a kid from his youngish features. But before his mouth could blabber, Ciemnosc threw a bag with 400 Inferior grade Powerful Stones at the referee, shutting him up and saying calmly, “Killing zone, anyone in the 1st stage of the Phrenic Realm.”

“...” The referee looked at the bag and then at Ciemnosc, whose eyes were ultimately cold the moment a few seconds went by with the hesitation from the referee. Only when seeing those darkest eyes become so…weirdly extremely cold did the referee proceed with the transaction and place the 400 Powerful Stones down the cylindrical tube of the arena. To which Ciemnosc noncommittally stepped into the arena, his head a bit low and with his arms hanging down as if limp from his shoulders.

“Huh? Guys, what is that?! Is someone stealing the arena away?!”

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