Elder Zhuao or at least a person that looked like him was in the process of rummaging through the White Tiger Clan main building. While everyone else was busy cheering for the young masters and young mistresses he was busy trying to find things that had electric energy in them.

“Elder Zhuao? Why aren’t you with young master Dai Rong?”

“Um…”

Zhang Dong in his disguise was now looking at two guards. They were standing in front of a large door that led into the clan treasury. The men here were at the lower end of the Martial Master realm which was quite high for simple guards.

“Oh…actually the young master had tasked me to take one of his weapons from the clan’s treasury…”

“From the treasury?... but the young master doesn’t keep his weapons here...huh?”

Before the man could finish the sentence he felt a palm hitting his chest. The air was instantly knocked out of his lungs and he crumbled like a piece of paper on the ground.

“Elder Zhuao what are you…”

The other man pointed his spear at this elder that delivered a devastating blow to the other guardsman. Before he knew it, the same palm was descending onto his own chest. After the moment of impact, he flew towards the wall and left a human-shaped hole on it before also passing out on the ground.

‘It’s not very well guarded… they probably don’t expect anyone to do anything while the people from a powerful sect are visiting…’

He smiled a bit, this was the perfect chance to rob this place and make a clean getaway. Zhang Dong was aware of what happened during such occasions. All the big shot elders from the clan would be there and they would all watch.

They all had some promising youngsters in their own camp. All of them wanted to have ties to a larger sect, it would allow them to toss their weight around even more.

If a clan of similar strength went against them, they could scare them into capitulation by just having one of their family members be an outer sect disciple. Everyone knew that such a position was trifling but a large sect to save face, would not allow such a person to be looked down upon.

“Hm…easy…”

He moved over to the large gate and gave it a poke with his index finger. The door lit up in blue light but quickly dimmed before it opened itself uo. It had a simple low grade lock along with a protective formation. It was quite rudimentary for someone of his expertise.

The two passed-out guards were dragged inside this treasury and he closed the doors behind him. The time he had was unknown so he needed to work fast.

Spirit stones, weapons, armor, and even books were all in here. It was more of a large hall with closed windows than a treasury. Even before making a step forward, he could see that there were more formations to keep unforeseen guests away.

‘Illusory formation? Alarm formation? They even have a slaughter formation by that large pile of spirit stones…’

While slowly moving forward he started to disable every formation. The large pile of spirit stones was clearly a trap. Normally no one kept them out in the open as they were stored in spatial rings like the one that he had now.

If someone tried getting close they would be affected by the defensive formation. Even someone at the foundation establishment level late stage would not come out in one piece. While defending himself the alarm would also go off, this would bring all the elders from the clan here.

‘That’s all…’

It was time to clear this space out, the spirit stones made their way into his spatial ring. There were other storage devices here, all of them were locked but he could disable those later. All the scriptures, weapons and herbs were taken away. He had no time to cultivate or go through them just yet,

Just as he had thought this clan had a lot of cultivation resources related to Lightning DAO cultivation. None of them exceeded the mortal grade though, at most he could hope to get to the great circle of foundation establishment before reaching a bigger bottleneck. Even that was far-fetched as his new cultivation required far more to get up than it previously did.

After about ten minutes he had everything inside of his spatial rings. The one that he borrowed from the real Elder Zhuao had reached its limit. Luckily there were some more spacious spatial rings in this very treasure room.

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He now had a couple of those Thunder Crystals as well as some Lightning herbs. With them as a base, he could actually prepare some pills that would produce better effects. There was even a nice pill cauldron here that he could use, it would be enough till he gained access to his crafting abode that needed him to be at the core formation level.

‘Now to get out of here… I should be in the clear…’

The two guards were left in the room with the treasures. He activated one of the formations that would force them into a long-lasting dream. With it active, they would not wake up unless someone entered this room.

On the outside, he slowly closed the door and reactivated all of the locks. He added a flair of his own, even with the person who had the key came, they would not be able to enter. They would need to either be more knowledgeable with formations than him or force their way in.

He heard some shouting in the distance, it seemed that the people were cheering out loudly. The young masters were probably giving their all in crushing each other's dreams for the future. It would not surprise him if some had prepared underhanded methods to achieve victory.

‘Would this be the place where the hero came out on top and got accepted into the prestigious virtuous sect?’

While trying to act naturaly he moved back through the corridor. The whole experience in the other world was still bugging him. If that world was made to work as a novel or game, was this one exactly the same?

The most bothersome point in this was the people here. In the beginning, he felt that it was just their upbringing. If he showed them the correct path they would see it and switch their mindset. What if he was wrong? What if these people were just cogs in a large clock and their ways could not be altered.

“Elder Zhuao? There you are, why did you leave? I need you to give me my good sword for my next battle! I’ll be facing that lowly bastard Dai Reng, he thinks he can take my spot in the Thunderball Hall!”

During his contemplation, he spaced out slightly, the young master that his persona was tasked to defend was now next to him. He was alone and looked quite annoyed, he could also spot some injuries here and there it was clear that he fought in some of the battles with the other youngsters.

“Your sword young master?”

“Yes, the Jian…”

Before the young master continued he stopped and pulled out a communication jade. Zhang Dong had one of them as well, this one was also lifted from the original Elder.

‘To everyone of the White Tiger Clan, Elder Zhuao has betrayed us, all of the slaves have been freed from the lower dungeon…’

It was a mass message to everyone from the clan. It looked like they had found him out a lot sooner than he anticipated.

“Elder Zhuao betrayed us but he is…”

Before Dai Rong could speak out he found his mouth being grasped by the person impersonating Elder Zhuao. Dai Rong started to squirm around while trying to signal for help but before he could he felt an invading force entering his body.

Zhang Dong infused the young master with his superior spiritual energy which made the young man unable to move. He quickly ducked into one of the many side rooms while still holding the youth by his face.

‘Damn, they know who I am… should I change into one of those guards…’

He started to panic a bit, changing into the treasury guards was one option but he did not take their clothes. He did not get a good look at them either and impersonating people he did not get a good look at would be problematic.

“I guess you will have to do for now…”

The young master on the other hand would be less suspicious. While everyone was looking for Zhuao, he would temporarily use this youth’s appearance and quickly leave. He could also try to overpower the elders that were gathered here.

This was a bit problematic as he could not move fast. He did not have any transportation treasures nor a flying sword that he could even utilize. How many Martial Grandmasters were here was also unknown to him. Then if a Martial Saint appeared he would be doomed.

“Don’t worry I won’t kill you… but your days as a young master are over…”

Zhang Dong had no pity for this youth. He was already over the age of eighteen. His behavior and character seemed to be cemented. Already people have died due to his actions so there would be no mercy.

Without being able to move, Dai Rong succumbed to what Zhang Dong had planned. The youth’s cultivation level was erased as his dantian was obliterated. This wasn’t quite the end as his face was next.

With other techniques that he had read about, he started to change the young master’s appearance. Dai Rong was considered a handsome young man but after a minute his facial features were average at best.

Zhang Dong did this as he couldn’t have them discovering the young man’s body while he was still here. The vocal cords were also damaged so he would not be able to explain himself to his elders. He would be seen as a commoner, nothing more than a mortal. What he could do now was live his life as a servant.

“You won’t be able to speak for a few weeks but not like anyone will believe you… Live your life as the thing you hate the most…”

With one last jolt of spiritual energy, he made the young man pass out. When he woke up his life would be over. No one would be able to recognize him, he would probably be reduced to being a slave or a servant. After being the reason for the downfall of the whole Snapping Turtle Clan this would be just the right punishment.

The robes were switched out once more and he let the passed out Dai Rong with some old clothes that had not much worth. For a final touch, he doused the youth with some alcohol. With some luck, the people that found him here would think he was some random drunkard.

Back on the outside he quickly made his way out of here, everyone was already aware of Zhuao so he expected more people to start patrolling.

“Ah, there you are, Rong’er!”

“Uh...?”

He replied while looking at a certain man that approached him. His appearance looked familiar as it was the spitting image of Dai Rong’s face just somewhat aged.

‘Oh, brother…’