Imminent Wrath

“Huff, huff, huff!” In the last building where the testing grounds challenge the tested individuals' memory. A young, beautiful blonde, 16 years old, supported her hands on her knees after having taken her badge and entered this room after escaping the building. She now felt it was all part of the test, and that her body could react in ways she only did when she was at her best condition.

After catching her breath, she felt more at ease, relaxed. She lifted her head, with her breathtaking blue eyes looked around as they recognized everything with the light entering them. ‘I see… The last step before the testing ends. Is this a treat after that building?’

The young girl thought before sitting down to resume her rest and read the paper sheets. She stopped after reading the instructions and spent 3 minutes to calm herself before getting to read the entire thing. Then, 4 minutes later, an array formation projection showed her a result of 63% completion. The young girl was still feeling tired, when the other door in this small room opened. Her eyes widened as she could hear murmurs and voices from outside, all belonging to her servants.

… When the young girl stepped out of the same door as everyone else, and she looked at everyone, confused, who were staring at the magnificent City-like scenery in front of her. Todoro Kalavera stood before them; a dozen people.

They slowly silenced down after finding their little princess and stared at Todoro, feeling both apprehensive and hateful after suffering through that building. Most of them were in rags, with a couple of boobs and unholy under parts nobody wanted to see exposed. They didn’t have a Covert Space bag to carry their clothes and change them at the small room from before.

Only their little princess had one. However, Todoro knew she didn’t need to change her clothes, as she was the only one from her group of successful tested members to become part of the Forbloffende Sect to come out of that building without torn clothes. Even he needed a bath and change of clothes when he succeeded.

“Who are you?” One of the 3 cultivators in the Phrenic realm walked to the little princess’s side and asked in a loud, demanding tone. Todoro’s experience wasn’t that thin when he arrived at the Sect, much less after reading hundreds of books in the Book Instruction. This little interaction couldn’t do anything to him.

With his hands before him, his right hand holding his left wrist, Todoro exchanged a glance with the 3 cultivators and the young girl. The young girl was still slightly breathless but looked up at Todoro with a slight frown. He ignored these and looked at the dozen people who remained from the couple of dozen.

“You have proven yourselves. Now, you can swear your allegiance to this statue, and your status will be conferred to you.” Todoro formally and politely gestured to the statue behind him. The servants squinted their eyes, looking at the statue, before setting them on the rich girl.

“Mhm,” the blondie nodded and lightly exclaimed. Todoro nodded at her before turning around. He then said as he heard the other’s steps behind him, following him to stand before the statue. “Once you've sworn your oath, you’ll belong to the Forbloffende Traes Sect. Its first generation’s second batch.”

“Are there more of you in this ghost place?” A different cultivator asked in an almost insulting tone. Although Todoro flinched, he did his utmost to calmly answer with a, “No.”

“Pfft…” - “Hehehe…” - “Haha…” The servants around the young girl did their best to contain their mocking, but some sounds still came out. Todoro ignored it, thinking they behaved as he did 2 years ago, and finally stopped before turning around to face them.

“Go ahead. Don’t waste time.” After speaking, Todoro took 4 steps back and waited with his hands behind his back. The others looked at each other before the young girl walked forth and knelt with only her left knee.

Putong, putong.

The others followed suit, only doing so because their little princess was the first to half kneel. The blondie looked at the statue for a few seconds before lowering her head and declaring with her voice bouncing off the ground. “I… Declare loyalty to the Forbloffende Traes Sect and the Sect Master.”

Of course, almost everyone in this group didn’t speak sincerely, with the others remaining dubious as they were in their group, and felt more confident to be stupid. Except for the young girl. Todoro Kalavera ignored it again and tossed them their emblems and medallions.

“What’s this?” Another cultivator asked with a disgusted expression. Todoro was about to answer, when he heard calm and somber footsteps behind him. He shut up as the new members looked past him.

“Are you not contented?” Heian Ciemnosc spoke, placing his left palm on the First Disciple before standing 1 meter before him, facing the new members. The person who spoke became apprehensive, but still responded in the same tone, albeit cautiously. “This says Outer Disciple? I could become an Inner Disciple even in one of the largest territory’s 5 organizations!”

“You can always leave, but you won’t ever be welcomed back.” Heian Ciemnosc emotionlessly said. The dozen people became startled before a soon-to-be-servant stepped up and questioned. “Really? Can we do that? Because I think I can be an Outer Disciple even without cultivation. I’ll soon start cultivating. Can you make that happen?”

Todoro Kalavera was about to erupt and discipline this meager Servant, but Heian Ciemnosc calmly crossed his arms and flatly voiced, “No.”

“Hmph! Good, then. We’ll see how well you do after everyone knows this organization’s methods. I quit! I-” The Servant stomped with his right foot and shouted. He was about to throw his emblem to the ground and spit on it after shouting ‘I quit’ when the emblem and medallion broke apart immediately. Dark smoke and fog seeped out at once.

Then, under Heian Ciemnosc’s humorless darkest eyes, and everyone else’s grabbed attention, he flew backwards and several kilometers past the barrier, outside the recruitment zones. When everyone was still flabbergasted, including the First Disciple, Heian Ciemnosc calmly spoke again. “If there’s nothing else, shut it and behave according to the rules. This will be the last time any Servant or disciple is forgiven for their insult.”

“You don’t know where we come from, do you!?” The first cultivator who questioned Todoro raised his volume. Heian Ciemnosc didn’t look at him, but he continued. “Our Miss comes from the western forest’s easternmost section’s town. She’s our mayor’s daughter! We’re known for making everyone friendly towards each other. Don’t you know you can’t treat us like this?”

“If we knew this place was like this, we wouldn’t have bothered! We only wanted to give your little Sect a chance but, with all due respect, senior, it was all for naught!” The cultivator finished with his medallion thrown to the ground. Heian Ciemnosc’s darkest eyes finally landed on the cultivator afterwards, without importance or emotion.

“First Disciple, what is the punishment for insulting one’s superior?” Heian Ciemnosc said, he placed his right palm on Todoro’s left shoulder before asking. The latter wasn’t dumb. His gaze trembled. It gave enough hints to know what awaited their comrade before it even happened. But Todoro answered after resolving his heart a few seconds later.

“A broken limb, and to eat the ground, grass or dirt… rock or soft sand.” Then, he looked at Heian Ciemnosc. He couldn’t fight a Phrenic realm cultivator. Heian Ciemnosc nodded and lazily swung his right hand horizontally towards the cultivator in trepidation.

“Take care of it. I’m not in the mood to bully others,” Heian Ciemnosc’s hand motion finished without any ripple, not even of air flowing through. However, the cultivator who spoke felt his body constricted to the Spiritual Condensation realm 1st stage. Todoro nodded amidst the new members barely realizing this before rushing at the cultivator.

The others wanted to help their comrade, but an invisible grip stopped them from even blinking. They could only watch as their comrade was struck down and easily subjected. They suddenly noticed this First Disciple was only at the Spiritual Condensation realm 1st stage. But the First Disciple only used a tackle and 2 punches before dragging their comrade before Heian Ciemnosc.

Then, Todoro broke the cultivator’s left arm while stepping on the back of his head, whose face was eating the peak First Step, solid ground. The cultivator was amidst processing this, with his arm turned into dusted bones, when Heian Ciemnosc’s calm voice rang out again.

“What is the punishment for insulting 2 superiors in a row?” Heian Ciemnosc’s words made the others tremble. But Todoro, strangely feeling at ease and contented, nodded and took the right arm before snapping its hand. Then, Todoro increased his right palm’s heaviness before sending it down to turn the cultivator’s other arm into extended, gum-like skin.

“AAAAAAWWWGGGGH…!”

“What is the punishment for insulting the Sect Master?” Not even the screaming finished, when Heian Ciemnosc’s calm words quietly resounded. Todoro solemnly nodded before gripping the cultivator’s feet, which were too busy tensing from the pain to struggle free, before doing the same to their soles.

“WWuugah… guaah…” The cultivator’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. His imminent screaming suddenly died down, and froth came out of his moth. Unfortunately, Heian Ciemnosc still had something to ask. “What is the punishment for insulting the Sect?”

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“… Understood,” Todoro hesitated for a second before nodding and exclaiming. Then, under everyone’s eyes, he walked and placed his right palm on the cultivator’s nape. With a simple motion, his hand’s weight focused, and when it touched the young man’s nape, a chain of breaking sounds echoed from the impacted spot to the rear.

“Uuugh…” The cultivator echoed with the last guttural noise it could come up with before limply falling to the ground, bloodying it with his nose and teeth broken. Everyone felt petrified, until the young girl looked up at Heian Ciemnosc in a new light, and he calmly reminded them.

“Anyone can leave,” said the Forbloffende Traes Sect’s Sect Master before turning around and flying into the distance. The rest of their eyes fell on the First Disciple.

“I’d like to go…” - “Miss, I’d recommend you to also leave with us…” - “Miss, please be careful!” - “We’ll tell your father everything. Don’t worry…” With Heian Ciemnosc gone, Todoro didn’t bother to stop them, as only 1 servant and the 2 cultivators remained by the girl’s side. She looked at them without blaming them, but her eyes showed some scorn. As for the crippled cultivator, he was as good as dead. No one would care about such a hidden danger.

“Name’s-” The young girl returned her attention to the First Disciple, but Todoro interrupted her with a smile, vastly differing from the enjoyment he showed earlier from breaking bones apart. “I know, miss Pretieta Gori. I once visited your family after being declined in the largest territories’ organizations. Your father gave me and a few hundred others the opportunity to serve him, but…”

“Ah… sorry… I guess that’s how karma works sometimes, no? Dadd-… My father is still too soft after my family’s losses. Nice to meet you, ah… you are…” Pretieta responded, lifting her hand to shake it with her supposed, yet weaker, senior. Todoro smiled again, capturing her eyes, and said while shaking her extended hand. “Todoro Kalavera, one and only of my name and family. You’re lucky, miss… And yes, that’s balance. The world’s nature. Sometimes early… sometimes late…”

“…” Pretieta nodded and slightly smiled politely, but his words seemed to contain 3 different meanings. One of them not only interesting to her, it also made her think of a silly image which she barely held her face from blushing from it. Another seemed personal, and it even struck the young man’s heart. The remaining one made her feel like she could engross herself in it, like a truth being revealed before her very own eyes.

All in all, Pretieta Gori was so interested and smitten by what she could learn here, and from ‘that’ person, that she wanted to write a letter and tell her father about it.

“…Aaawgh! When are they planning to fuck? Seriously!” In the central cottage, Sara shouted in the inner universe as Heian Ciemnosc prepared to give her some spanking. He went under his bed’s blankets and formed his Soulish presence in his inner universe, planning to wholeheartedly suffocate her with his shapeless limbs while his shaped limb destroyed her thin body.

“Patience, little one. They are young,” Heian Ciemnosc lightly grinned and closed his darkest eyes. Just then, Sara mischievously smiled as she felt her body poked from everywhere. Then, she intently whispered, “Don’t call me little one, unless you like that kind of play. Ah. Now that I think about it, aren’t we all your children? Do you want me to get you into that? Come on, bed me, Daddy.”

… Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

“Eeep!” Sara suddenly echoed. Then, silence spread everywhere for a while as Heian Ciemnosc no longer dropped his left hand on that reddened bum. The silence was lasting and accompanied by twists and twirls of Sara’s body until she ceased trembling.

“So this is the side effect of being alone with me for decades without end. I’ll have to warn the others…” Heian Ciemnosc muttered as he let Sara bask in the delight. But Sara offered contradictory words. “No… don’t… They’ll… thank you later… aah…”

Later that day, when dusk approached, Heian Ciemnosc imparted some bits of knowledge in the Concourse Lesson. There, the 3 servants and Pretieta Gori understood the heaviness that a place like this could give them, and became strict in learning in the Sect. On the other hand, Todoro attended the lesson and imprinted each word and intonation into his being, wanting to repeat them like a chant after today’s training.

Time continued to pass…

. . .

A year later.

The Forbloffende Traes Sect had increased their numbers, but they were still too few. 4 Outer Disciples and 1 Servant. Although the Servant was a comrade of those cultivators, only the First Disciple and their batch’s leading figure, Pretieta Gori, treated him as ordinarily as possible.

The Servant was solely in charge of cleaning the training grounds, keeping the roads from dirtying, and attending the Outer Disciples. Being the only Servant taking care of 4 Outer Disciples, it was exhausting at the end of the day, but the pay still existed. The Servant was far from his first refined strand of energy, but he was confident in attaining it in a year or 3.

Heian Ciemnosc had nothing to say about it, the Servant understood his limitations. But the other 2 cultivators used their Inferior Powerful Stones to absorb pure energy, wanting to catch up to their miss. On the other hand, Pretieta’s cultivation base halted at half a step into the Spirit Birth realm. It wasn’t that she couldn’t progress, but that she was trying to amend her wrongs during her cultivation path before entering the Sect.

She didn’t dare restart from base, as she had status and face to save, so she went for the slow process of solidifying her foundation to the Sect’s standards, which were Heian Ciemnosc’s standards.

Today, as it is habitual, the young girl walked out of the Disciple Quarters, bowed in the central cottage’s direction before walking to the eastern gate entrance.

When the servants she threw away returned, the Sect nearly crippled them when they tried entering it by force after listening to the mayor’s words, reprimanding them for losing such a chance. It seemed like the miss gained big time after entering that Forbloffende Traes Sect.

Thus, they brought more people to rejoin the Sect, bringing dozens of servants more to convince that Sect Master. When they failed and became scared after nearly becoming cripples, like the already nearly dead cultivator back then, they became infuriated. But the barrier wouldn’t budge. The other servants felt bad, but they wanted to enter and gain glory.

Unfortunately, they were convinced by the exiled servants that it wasn’t worth it, and to sacrifice their chance for their brothers and sisters who were wronged. Besides, there were more and better Sects, from what they told their fellow servants. Like this, the Sect only increased by 4 new members and not dozens, as it could have been.

Furthermore, all the Gori mansion’s servants repudiated the Forbloffende Traes Sect. They didn’t dare say this in the mansion, where their boss’s daughter now formed part of, but they didn’t shy from spreading the word to the rest of the Region.

Before half a year went by since the incident, the Forbloffende Traes Sect began gaining fame, even though it was lowly and even infamous.

Todoro watched Pretieta leave after bowing to the Sect Master. She politely nodded at him. When they became fellow disciples, she wasn’t like this. Only when she came out of the Sect the first time to help some servants of her family did her respect for Todoro’s stratus grow. He knew what she did with her Inferior Powerful Stones, exchanging them for merit points and giving resources to her family’s servants.

Only like this would her efforts count for something, and her ‘useless’ Stones be used. Today, Todoro felt a little strange when he saw her go. The other 2 cultivators were already waiting for her with smiles and fawning expressions as they left the Sect’s inner territory.

Todoro Kalavera ignored it and continued attempting to break into the 2nd stage, but when 2 hours passed, he received the Sect Master’s message in his mind.

“Go out and bring Pretieta back.”

The order was absurdly ambiguous, but he didn’t hesitate after being given it and stood up before rushing to the eastern entrance. He only felt embarrassed that the Sect Master became aware of his emotions for a junior. Of course, the rules didn’t strict relationships and promoted them instead, but he was shy…

After rushing out of the Sect, with his status as the First Disciple, he demanded a transporting tool from the Sect’s array formations near the entrance. Thus, Todoro sat on a cone-shaped, thin tool before flying ahead into the eastern forest.

… 4 hours after Todoro left, with the tool protecting him from the wind and cutting air. Near the edge of the second-largest territory’s in the eastern forest, nearing the south of where the second territory at the eastern forest. 3 people walked westwards, intending to leave the forest from its western extremity.

They were laughing and chatting, although Pretieta closed her pretty, ripe mouth and frowned slightly when she realized they were flirting her out. They were also moving their hands nearby and looking at her body more often.

Crack. But that changed when their senses felt a heavy weight descend upon them from their right rear. They looked at a group of cultivators, led by an elder whose status wasn’t low in one of the organizations from the second-largest territory. Pretieta’s eyes showed terror and trembled as the other 2 servants forgot their place and retreated 2 steps behind her.

“Miss Gori, would you mind coming with us?” The elder said. They exchanged some more words before Pretieta and her servants dashed away, fleeing for their lives. However, those following them were from the Spiritual Ligament realm to the Phrenic realm. They had no chance to survive, and their tools were Fauna-shaped. These couldn’t help much in the forest.

Their individual mobility and knowledge of the forests, although this forest wasn’t theirs, allowed them to escape after an hour of running away in varying directions. This allowed them to escape from their chasers’ sight and the elder’s Spirit Sense by this time, but they were injured.

The other 2 weren’t so much touched, just a few scratches around their knees and heels, with the enemy intending to stop them as they couldn’t fly. But their miss had hand-long gashes on her back, sides, and near her neck. Her limbs had many stabbing, superficial wounds. Furthermore, her limbs were colored with spread out, messy blood in her non-Sect clothes. Her pretty face had several small cuts showing blood, dried and flowing.

When they stopped, they felt relieved, but Pretieta suddenly felt something strange and looked up at her servants while resting with her stomach facing the ground and legs delicately overlapping each other, slightly spread. After going through so much death, and as she even killed all their Phrenic and Link Consolidation realm cultivators, she was so tired… but they weren’t.

“Miss, I’m sorry, I may not have another chance.” One said, taking her shirt off and exposing her bouncing, smallish breasts. She was in too much shock to respond and only covered her pointy nipples after they were eye-devoured by them. They didn’t try forcing her hands away, still fearing the prowess she showed earlier, and took their clothes off, trying to seduce her with their bare and hardened bodies.

Pretieta was indeed impressed, impressed in terror. She didn’t react because of shock and… these were her servants. They would only play around and not even touch her, right?

Then, they groped her thighs as they took her pants down, while Pretieta trembled as she waited the moment they’ll stop and laugh it off. Then, the other cultivator deliciously salivated his lips and took ‘that’ stance before rapidly shooting his prepared fingers to her labia. Her legs were slightly spread, and with her motion to let them take her pants off, her little flower peeked at them like a curious, little animal.

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