Sect's Growing Fame

Whistle, whistle…

The 3 might've not noticed just then, caught in the moment. Especially the young men who were on top. But as things continued, and she was about to become violated by her very own servants, her senses heightened to levels she never reached before. Her surroundings calmed down and quieted as her ears suddenly tickled. Then, she looked in a certain direction, followed by the other 2 as the servant with his hand just a second away from her flower was slowed and he looked back.

“Nooooooooo…!!” A thunderous roar echoed from behind, just in time for that cultivator and Pretieta to look at a rapidly approaching tool with someone atop it. They had no time to respond as the person on top of the tool arrived behind the cultivator with his hand threatening to violate Pretieta. A pair of hands launched themselves forth, stopping it mere inches from achieving its purpose, and immediately flinging the arm away.

“Eh?” The cultivator just felt something grabbing his forearm when his body was flung away. His left arm twisted and thinned out as blood splashed everywhere, and his bones went all about under his skin. The pain traveled to his neck, which was rapidly broken by the inertia as his comrade looked with startled confusion.

A second later, Todoro’s image was quickly revealed as he charged at a cultivator 2 realms and several stages higher than his. The remaining servant widened his eyes, thinking of taking action, but now, he was alone. He wasn’t confident on subduing his miss alone after killing Todoro.

Furthermore, with the scene they’ve created, their chasers would surely notice them now. With those thoughts, it didn’t matter that such a trash wanted to charge at him. He pushed his pelvis forth, finding the way to get somehow excited about his miss’s still catatonic reactions, and placed his right hand atop her head.

“Come on, come on, touch me!” The servant yelled as he pulled her head to his crotch, but Pretieta’s eyes changed after seeing Todoro’s blood stains belong to that other servant. Just as Pretieta kept her face away from the prick, her right hand suddenly went to grab it. The servant was delighted, and he could feel the thrill.

“Wwwwuuuuuoooh- claaaffggggh~!” The servant’s eyes went wide with utmost terror as Power Energy enhanced Pretieta’s hand, forming an ever so thin layer around it. He couldn’t even feel the pleasure of being gripped when he saw his penis dismantling to the touch of raging Power Energy. A second later, tremendous pain directly connected to his Soul propagated.

His body nearly began convulsing with impacting spasms as his bones broke apart and his organs ruptured. That was when Todoro arrived and flung his left arm at the servant’s nape, easily cleaving through and nearly halving it from behind.

“Uaaah!” As the lifeless body continued convulsing, Pretieta tried standing up, sending bouts of palms up the groin, belly, and solar plexus, opening the servant’s body like bursting balloons filled with water. She suddenly felt weakness and soreness from her previous escape. Falling to the ground, her bum nestled beside an uprooted root of a tree nearby, leaving her right butt cheek in the air.

Her painful cry barely finished ringing out when she felt a fabric lay on her, covering her beauty and nearly abused body. Her upper back lay on the same root as Todoro walked to her with his black clothing off. He didn’t bring his armor as he rushed out hurriedly, so his torso was now bare. Pretieta looked at him saddened, and painfully tired.

“Take these, too,” Todoro said as he crouched. He placed his shoes and socks on her hands and feet, making sure her hurt right hand wouldn’t receive any more damage. The disciple manual explained a few preserving properties even their uniform has.

“Senior… Brother,” Pretieta lightly muttered. Todoro’s attention was absorbed away. Her countenance alone looked fragile and weak. And her blue, clear eyes contained only his reflection.

Thud.

“We were being chased, we cannot stay.” Pretieta’s eyes widened, suddenly remembering something as she grabbed his left arm. Todoro’s visage hardened, and he picked her up without thinking. His black shirt was longer than she expected. He was older and more grown, but while she had a slender body, she was also a bit tall, although not as much as he was.

“Senior Brother, if they come, leave me be. They’re only looking for me. Look, you must tell the Sect Master not to seek trouble with the east. It’s most likely the western territories who-” Pretieta ignored her state and rapidly barked softly. But Todoro hushed her with a glare as he continued walking towards the flying tool.

“We are Sect Disciples, it’s not about what’s better. If that was the case, Sect Master wouldn’t have been so calm and not advertise the Sect. Quiet and let me do my task properly.” Todoro continued walking as Pretieta was silenced.

They were about to hop onto the tool when a voice sounded from behind them. “Let the little lady down and kneel. We can forgive since you belong to another First Step organization… and your cultivation base is too poor. Right, take your clothes back. We don’t want anything belonging to you. This is our show of goodwill towards you and your Sect Master. Hah, hah.”

“…” - “… Senior brother…” Todoro Kalavera became still like a statue. How long has he virtually made no progress at all? Even breaking into the Spiritual Condensation realm was nothing. Pretieta lightly hushed at her senior brother, who kept his grip on her, tight and stable.

Knowing what she wanted to say, he looked down at her and lightly shook his head. Pretieta lifted her hands to touch his face, but stopped and smoothly half-retracted them. Then, she looked at their pursuers before muttering so that only he could hear. “Their Phrenic and Link Consolidation realm cultivators have been killed by me. They still have hundreds of Spiritual Condensation and a few thousand Spiritual Ligament realm cultivators. Even if it was just me, I obviously cannot do anything and will just die… or worst.”

“I understand,” Todoro looked at her with a steel-like expression and eyes before Pretieta felt her body losing height. Then, her bum touched a solid yet comfortable surface as she hovered in the air. “I’ve programmed it to flee if I cannot continue. I’ll distract the elder and give you better chances if I can’t.”

“…!” Pretieta looked at her senior brother with alarm, but he turned around and faced the crowd of sudden enemies. Now, all he could think of was how glad he felt that the Sect Master sent him to such an important matter. He cared not about dying. It would be the one he chose.

“You’re being stupid. You know that, right?” The elder said as the gray clothed around him slowly stepped forth. They wore dignified, haughty expressions as they looked at the lone loverboy with his bare torso showing. He was muscled, albeit not too much. It was the worth of training under the Forbloffende Traes Sect for 3 years. His bodily strength was above the 2,000 kg that everyone here beside the elder could employ.

Even then, Todoro’s extra bodily strength wasn’t more than 300 kg, so he knew his possibilities here. Yet, he walked until he was 50 meters from the elder, and 20 meters from the line of seemingly endless enemy cultivators lined up to gang on him. Todoro looked at this, at them, and then closed his eyes to breathe in the gesture taught by the Sect. His middle, index fingers placed together. His thumbs intertwining, and his ring finger and pinky semi-intertwined.

“Huaaaa…!” Todoro started the action by charging into the plethora of enemy cultivators. His sudden outburst brought momentum he accumulated since the first Phrenic realm servant he killed. Dozens of pairs of feet flew into the sky, gyrating midair as the young man exploded against them.

“Hahaha! Don’t care about the girl, I’ll take care of it. Surround him!” The elder said, watching some gray clothed getting destroyed by his punches. The gray clothed became incensed, wanting to put this bear in his place, placated and beaten to half-death.

But the more the fight prolonged, the more vicious and acute his punches and kicks became. It was as if Todoro learnt from the battle, like it was his usual, birthplace and right as he bathed in the blood of the dead around him. Wherever he went, the cultivators threw themselves to their deaths. Whenever they believed they could successfully sneak attack him, they would be tumbled down with their back broken, waiting for their heads to be smashed.

Slowly, a circle was formed around Todoro, whose blood on his body and bare skin were not only from the enemy, but from the vicious, wide and long cuts on his flesh and bones. There were even a few gashes around his neck and nape, but his blood reacted as if to give him more time to fight.

The circle became wider and wider as Todoro had to rush at the enemy or else they wouldn’t attack him. He enjoyed these fights and causing this much death, but his countenance was only wrathful. His head palpitated like his brains were about to implode and his heart about to crack his Soul.

“Dammit… Hold him! I’ll take the girl. We’ll see if we can turn this rabid dog into ours…” The elder felt insulted after several minutes without positive results. He stomped his feet on the ground as he walked to the fragile girl looking at her loverboy gradually losing more blood. The elder’s Obsidiafying realm’s 50 meters of Spirit Sense range pushed forth, wanting to look at that body he couldn’t before arriving at this place.

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“You don’t even dare challenge me… all these weaklings do nothing, but you?!” Todoro’s words made the elder stop in his tracks. His Spirit Sense also halted before shooting straight at Todoro. The latter felt his heart thump as the gray clothed around him dared not step forward and deal a finishing blow.

Looking at them, the elder saw their legs trembling and their abdomen spasmed. They were so afraid of one sole person who had already killed about a few hundred of their comrades. Was that not enough to want to kill him? He was so weak already!

The elder turned around and faced Todoro, whose face looked at the elder without a care for their 5 realms’ difference. The elder stood on the spot, pushing the beauty’s and tasty body he’d eat later on to the side. “Aha? Since you’re this powerful. Then come at me. Just remember how I look, because it is the body your girl will salivate until her finally days, for hundreds or thousands of years, begging me to dick her even when she’s eating or in public!”

“Shut IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITT!!” Todoro felt his head palpitating ever more. Even those around him saw his head bulging from the back. His chest jumped with his heart becoming crazy. Then, he suddenly grabbed his head before screaming with the most hoarse, guttural hollow anyone could utter. Images of his mother’s death, the final moments when her eyes looked at him, the humiliation from organization to organization, and the look of confusion in Pretieta’s eyes as her servants slowly succeeded…

Would he get this new life he found taken away? Will have it all broken apart by others? He didn’t want it to. He couldn’t accept it… He couldn’t allow it.

“Rhg- GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”

Stomp, stomp… Stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp!

A furious burst of energy descended on Todoro’s body from the skies, as a wrathful aura filled with energy ascended from within his body. They clashed and connected, like a pair of hands intertwining upside down. And when they closed, his hair fluttered like crazy and his eye sockets impossibly widened as his eyes turned wholly white.

“W-what is this?” The elder frowned at ease. He felt the surge in Todoro’s aura, but he couldn’t read the young man’s cultivation base increasing. He imagined it was one of those rumored Bloodlines the black monster studied. Of course, he didn’t know that Todoro’s cultivation base was hidden by that very same aura. One which only Pretieta recognized after studying in the Sect, and felt her whole world shake with every step Todoro made towards the elder and her.

The first 2 steps allowed Todoro to understand one thing: if he wanted the power to kill everything around him, he’ll get it now!

Afterwards, he practically rushed at the elder, while the others behind him were too flabbergasted to even chase. They also couldn’t tell the difference in his cultivation base from before. As Todoro neared the elder, the latter formed a ball of Power Energy before throwing it at Todoro when he was close enough. The elder wanted to see this Bloodline-carrier die before that organization spread the news of their member in a humiliating manner at the very least.

Pah.

“!” However, his move was deflected with a single, condescending swap outwards with the back of Todoro’s right hand. Todoro continued charging forwards with his mouth wide open like his jaw dislocated. Meanwhile, the elder was flabbergasted. Who in the world would ever have thought a not even 20 year old could deflect his moves like that?

Todoro couldn’t bother to explain. All he thought in his head was to crush this old man’s head. So he did. His fingers rushed forth, taking the elder by surprise, as he couldn’t escape on time. Next, the gray clothed and Pretieta watched as Todoro received numerous Power Energy bouts from the old man while crushing his head bit by bit.

Todoro pushed his fingertips half a centimeter inwards every few seconds until the head splashed, and a limp body fell to the ground. Todoro was still like a statue as his wrathful aura diminished, no longer hiding his cultivation base.

It was at the Ashes Apperception realm 1st stage!

Pretieta became shocked for a few seconds before she caught Todoro’s body, which fell on her, with the flying tool keeping a hold of them both. His head fell on her lap, barely covered by his black shirt and jacket. Pretieta’s shock diminished from her eyes as the images of thousands of enemy cultivators fleeing in the distance awoke her.

She lowered her head and brought her hands to his head, caressing his hair as it became regular again, no longer flowing in the air with their very own life-likeness. Todoro was still awake, but brutally weakened and couldn’t move his body, not even his eyes as he buried them in her soft skin.

“Are they gone? Because I can’t move anymore,” Todoro struggled to keep the air in his lungs before rapidly speaking these breathy words. Pretieta caressed his head some more and nodded, “Mn.”

“Good… let me… configure it… and we’ll return… to the Sect…” Todoro couldn’t finish his sentence when his Spirit Sense crumbled. He knew his state and knew his Spirit Sense suddenly maxed to the Ashes Apperception realm 67 meters range, but he was far too weak.

His consciousness faded as Pretieta could only ruefully smile. She suddenly grabbed hold of him by his armpits as the flying tool moved. It detected Todoro’s earlier configuration and decisively fled with Pretieta on top of it. It also detected Todoro, so it helped her bring him atop the surface with some extra fins extending from the sides. She whispered, “Together.”

Like that, the remaining 2 disciples from the Forbloffende Traes Sect fled back into the Sect. What they didn’t know, however, was that a certain Sect Master had appeared above an organization’s inner territory.

… Heian Ciemnosc floated 400 meters above the ground level. Below him, several Spirit Rebirth realm cultivators looked at him, a few dozen meters apart. Heian Ciemnosc finally opened his mouth as his peak Spirit Rebirth realm 10th stage cultivation base resounded everywhere in the vicinity, especially the organization’s territory.

“I am the Forbloffende Traes Sect’s Sect Master, Darkness.” Heian Ciemnosc introduced himself with his Dark Energy forming a shadowish aura behind his shoulders. “I came to see if the organizations in the so-called second-largest territory have an excuse for attacking and killing 2 of my Sect disciples.”

“… … …” The organization’s territory became silent, startled by the sudden voice, reaching a few villages and a couple of towns. The leading figures below him were also momentarily suffocated before apprehensively cupping their fists and bowing, “Esteemed Darkness, I regret to inform you that our undisciplined disciples didn’t kill any of your people. We believe there was strife-”

“You have balls to speak to me like equals,” Heian Ciemnosc calmly said as he looked down. Then, with a simple motion, his Vocón Link swept downwards and easily passed through the barrier. It coiled around the speaker’s neck before flinging him before Heian Ciemnosc.

“I don’t have any right to punish you for talking like that to someone of a status like mine, nor to discipline your people.” Darkest eyes landed on the helpless cultivator as he could only hold the dark whip, threatening to break his bones with a swift motion. The cultivator and those below, about to rush out and attack Heian Ciemnosc, felt relieved… They also disdained him.

“That’s why I’ll only be taking revenge,” Heian Ciemnosc calmly said as his darkest eyes looked deeper into the cultivator’s eyes, whose neck was coiled by his Vocón Link. Bloodthirsty Consuming Enshrinement blobs flew into the cultivator’s mind, rapidly dulling his eyes as his arms fell limp. The others became astounded before growing enraged.

However, before the others could rush up and assault Heian Ciemnosc, a voice sounded from within the Sect. It was old and belonged to the organization’s leader, helping settle the matter on the organization’s side.

“Stop. Little Friend Darkness is right. His Sect was caught in an unprepared manner between our leading figures. Torgo, go to Little Friend Darkness and offer him compensation for your actions. You’ve embarrassed us all already,” the voice said.

Heian Ciemnosc didn’t react to the voice’s form of addressing him, and stared at a bald man with a white mustache, thin but well styled. He looked at Heian Ciemnosc with sternness, but the fear he emanated nearly caused Heian Ciemnosc to chuckle. He floated before Heian Ciemnosc and bowed his head, “Esteemed Darkness. It was indeed my-”

“That’s enough,” Heian Ciemnosc cut the old man off before flashing his right hand horizontally from the right to the left. Its knife stance startled the man and widened the others’ eyes below them. 2 seconds later, a head with a 20/80 portion was halved into 2 and fell from the sky.

They landed on the barrier, as it struggled to recognize the rests, before blocking entrance to the inner territory. The light green protective array formation forced the head’s halves and the headless corpse slide down its surface as Heian Ciemnosc looked at the inner territory and declared before calmly turning around and leaving.

“That will be enough for now. Do anything like this again and I’ll annihilate you myself. Bully mine and I destroy you all.”

Heian Ciemnosc’s body swiftly disappeared from their naked eyes. When they were about to say something to each other, the leading figures heard a bird’s cry before a rapidly flashing glow moved from higher in the skies to where Darkness left. Then, they insanely zoomed into the distance.

The old voice from before didn’t speak again, but calmness swiftly returned to their organization. However, the leading figures understood one thing, they’ve deeply embarrassed their organization and gave another tremendous fame. They weren’t any new organization, but 2 of their Spirit Rebirth realm experts and an Obsidiafying realm cultivator perished today in a matter of 20 minutes.

… When returning to the Sect, barely in its surroundings, as the Forbloffende Traes Sect hadn’t expanded outside its inner territory and perimeter, Todoro and Pretieta watched the Sect Master’s Peaksky Swan fly back into the Sect. Todoro could barely open his eyes, enjoying the beauty’s love by caressing his scalp and ears, just like his mother used to…

When they re-entered their home, they noticed something different. It was warmer. It had a familiarity that wasn’t there before… It truly felt like home.

They were swiftly aided by medical puppets, who brought them in while giving Pretieta more clothes. After a few minutes of walking and some others in a transporting vehicle, they arrived at the central cottage, which Pretieta only visited once before going out for the first time.

Putong.

Pretieta immediately kowtowed on the ground as Todoro could barely stand, even with some medical puppets helping him up, child and adult. Her voice echoed as it landed flat on the ground and its clean brown dirt and green grass. “Sect Master. This is my fault. I’m truly sorry. I can’t even begin with how this will affect us, and my Father’s mansion could be possibly endangered more than before.”

“The largest territory near our town has always wanted us to join them, but we don’t budge. Especially after my Mother’s death. But now, they’re even moving things like this. It is my fault.”

“…” Heian Ciemnosc didn’t comment on it. Pretieta Gori couldn’t know if it was really the largest territory’s machinations, but Heian Ciemnosc could. She was correct, but she didn’t know how a good piece of news this was. He expressionless opened his mouth to begin.

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