Aegis, noticing the damage she had caused, proceeded to apologies very sincerely, though it was only after the ninth time she repeated her words, did Ovid recover his mood.
Staring at the chaotic pile of books and other goods, Aegis lowered her head, concealing her turquoise eye and declared, “I will inform the owner.”
Ovid shook and began to collect the various fallen items. It was rather fortunate that Ovid’s memories had always been unusually good, thus, all the items were returned to their original position without a single margin of error.
After placing the last book into the shelf, Ovid turned to Aegis and said straightforwardly, “This matter, should be a problem with me.”
Aegis shook her head, causing her silver hair to swing wildly, she said, “I caused you to become light-headed.”
Ovid tilted his head, studying Aegis’s earnest expression, he forced out a brief smile, as if telling her to forget the matter, before walking away.
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Eventually, the sun’s full brilliance emerged, and Ovid had long returned to the main building.
After wiping his hands with a piece of cloth, Ovid said to Anna, “Wouldn’t it be impolite if we place the silver elves into Cai Hua’s minor realm?”
Anna thought for a moment, before answering, “We have never gone into his minor realm, who knows if the elves would like it or not. Furthermore, the elves had previously been in a pretty bad status as courtesans, I think the minor realm would certainly be a better option.”
“I think it would be better to check the minor realms first, before letting the elves in,” Anna concluded.
“Then, I will go to the minor realm now,” Ovid said, without waiting for Anna’s reaction, he stood up from the table and began walking toward where the carriage was placed. After entering the inside of the carriage, Ovid could feel a slight ripple, before the surroundings of the carriage disappeared, encompassing Ovid in darkness.
A drop of blood left Ovid’s body, hitting the floor, the ripple occurred once again, stripping away the void, revealing the minor realm.
The land was filled with lakes and mountains with lush and exotic trees littering the lands, creating a scenery that could only be described as unspoiled wilderness.
The only matter than was unusual, was the lack of celestial bodies in the sky.
Ovid briefly examined the scenery, finding it far more pleasant than he had expected from a person with questionable morals like Cai Hua, before entering a small and reclusive building.
The building consisted of only a small, wooden bed, atop of which Cai Hua could be seen meditating. After pulling Cai Hua’s sleeves a few times, the man coughed a few times.
Cai Hua had only rested for a day, yet he seemed far more invigorated, his cheeks no longer sullen, and his skin regaining a healthy light bronze shade, though the deep bags under his eyes revealed that he was still in a weakened state.
Immortals are perfect beings, even the slightest imperfection would be a wound that would massively impact their performance.
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“So, how was the surprise? From what the tales I heard, the elves possess a soft and tender body, and is highly desirable, even the emperor has a few selected as his palace maids,” After wiping away the smudges of blood on the edge of his mouth, Cai Hua teased Ovid.
Cai Hua then saw the rather hesitant expression on Ovid’s face, before continuing, “There is no need to explain, I have no qualms with them staying in my minor realm, the land is large enough to house a kingdom, much less a few hundred elven slaves.”
Ovid, although still not used to Cai Hua’s mannerism, tolerated it somewhat, he said, “Using captured elves as courtesans is wrong.”
Cai Hua chuckled, he said, “Even if it were, what of it? The desire of humans is immeasurable, even if you make prostitution illegal, and put an end to slavery, there would still be desperate prostitutes running around.”
Ovid did not speak for a long time, later, he answered, “Still, it should lessen the amount of suffering if I intervene.”
Cai Hua said, “That does make sense, but your method of purchasing them, even with the implication of violence, is too ineffective.”
“The easiest way is to just seize what you want.”
“Of course, to do that, you need to be stronger than anyone that poses a threat, or have a background strong even that even the emperor dare not to be rude to you.”
Ovid shifted his gaze onto Cai Hua’s face, realising that Cai Hua was speaking those words as if a common matter, like speaking of the weather. Wetting his lips, Ovid sat on the lonesome wooden bed, he pointed to himself and asked, “Then, what is my background.”
Cai Hua felt that his student was a little dull on the EQ department, but answered nevertheless,” Naturally, your background would be me, though since I am injured right now, I can’t stand up to someone like the emperor.”
Ovid asked, “Then, how can you heal yourself?”
Cai Hua patted his thigh and answered, “The reason I am injured is due to the wrath of a god, since then, I have been prone to losing blood that contains my soul. There are two ways, either by becoming a god or by consuming the everlasting flower, which grows solely on the Southern continent.”
Bringing out his tea set, Cai Hua then placed his finger onto Ovid’s forehead, injecting a strand of his spiritual essence, Cai Hua sighed, “Your talent with a sword is already quite excellent and should be able to defeat someone at the beginning of priest level without suffering any fatal wounds… If you continue gaining an understanding of the fighting style of those in the clergy, I predict that you should be able to be on equal footing a person at the level of a bishop.”
“Then, what about someone that has reached sainthood?” Ovid asked offhandedly.
Cai Hua’s sullen eyes grew nostalgic, before he answered, “Without the use of spiritual essence, or mana, defeating an immortal is impossible without the deepest understanding of that person, along with the requirement of being the most fortunate individual in the world.”
Knocking Ovid’s head, he lifted himself from the table and walked towards one of the open fields in the minor world, he said, “You’re already quite fortunate by meeting me, though your understanding is not deep enough.”
“The best way would be to fight 300 rounds with me.”
Ovid’s expression became rather serious, taking out the wooden scabbard, Ovid followed Cai Hua.
Upon arriving in a large open field, several hundred miles wide, Ovid’s steps stopped.
Staring at the still moving back of Cai Hua, Ovid took the blade out of the sheath, like a dragon exiting its cave, Ovid pointed the sharpest tip that could pierce stone directly toward Cai Hua’s abdomen, his palm, fingers, arm and shoulders remaining perfectly still.
Cai Hua’s footsteps, at some point, also stopped, turning around toward Ovid, he slowly closed his eyes, before opening it once more, revealing none of his appreciation for beauty, but only a deep abyss, matching the dark bags under his eyes.
If one observes closely, a hint of restraint could be seen.
As Ovid possess no ability to manipulate mana, nothing extraordinary could be seen or felt as a silence overcame the field, before, like a bolt shot by one of the soldiers native to the grasslands of the northern continent, he appeared before Cai Hua in the blink of an eye.
Striking Cai Hua’s abdomens, Ovid’s first strike carried with it a strangely cold and calculative feeling as if the strike was not made by a person with emotions.
Cai Hua waved his hand in the air, his smooth and soft palm that seemed to have never laboured a day grabbing an unknown object before suddenly appearing in the path of Ovid’s blade.
Cai Hua had once faced the infinitely sharp edge of the foreign king’s obsidian macuahuitl, even in a weakened state, how could he fail to block the strike originating from all but an ordinary sword?
Silence could still be heard in the fields, yet the chilling silence emitted by the sword could no longer be heard, it’s tip colliding with a single blade of grass.
Cai Hua sighed slightly as a glow returned to his eyes, looking at the surprisingly large amount of strength that was behind the tip of the blade, he could not help but feel rather surprised at the ability possessed by the disciple he had chosen on a whim.
As an immortal, his ability with spiritual essence allowed him to have essentially a pair of eyes of the back of his head, thus, he could clearly see a mass exodus of grass and dirt behind him, leaving behind a grotesque hole.
Cai Hua grasped the tip of the sword with his two other fingers, his actions reminding him of a time when he had strangled a dragon, he said, “Your talent, really isn’t that bad.”
Cai Hua had more than ten concubines, some of which had similarly become immortal, moreover, he had faced countless enemies, to receive praise such as this, is quite an honour.