Honestly, Eryke never expected such an overreaction from the Sect Leader. He wondered in his heart, 'What the hell is wrong with this old man?'

Was his Martial Art really so great that it could make a forty-year-old man react like that?

'No, what am I even thinking?' Eryke hurriedly pushed aside his intrusive thoughts and calmed himself.

He looked at the Sect Leader again with a smile on his face, "Is my Healing Martial Art truly worthy of the scabbard?"

"Yes, yes, it is definitely worth it," the Sect Leader said, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't stop crying even after a long while. "Finally, ancestors, we might truly be able to reach the top."

Then he looked at Eryke again with firm resolve, lowered his head, and knocked it against the ground, "Thank you so much for your help."

Eryke waved his hands lightly. "It's nothing. Let's start the meeting, shall we?"

"Yes." The Sect Leader stood from the ground and quickly regained his composure, calmly walking back to his seat. "Cough, cough."

Everyone's attention was drawn back to him as he spoke in a stern voice, "Let's begin the Sect Meeting."

Elder Fubo stepped forward. "Master, our resources are running dangerously low. If this continues, the disciples' Martial Progress will inevitably slow down…"

"We can—"

Eryke only half-listened, catching fragments of the discussion. Within moments, he was bored as hell, and his attention drifted elsewhere.

His gaze fell upon the scabbard in his hand with interest.

This thing attracted his Sword Will, and he wanted to immediately use it, but the question was, how would he do that?

'Should I let go of my Sword Will?' He looked around at the Elders and the Sect Leader, then shook his head. That would be extremely inappropriate here in the sect meeting, so he patiently waited, thinking in his heart:

'I will wait until this is over.'

Soon, in just a few minutes, the sect meeting was pretty much over, and Eryke walked out casually with the little devil.

The Elders also left, except for Elder Fubo and five others. These Elders were the oldest of their generation, the same as the Sect Leader, and they knew many things the others didn't.

"Sect Leader, we…" Elder Fubo hesitated to speak, his face carrying a speechless expression.

The Sect Leader raised his hand. "You don't have to speak. I know what you are talking about."

"Isn't this a little inappropriate…?" Elder Fubo asked with uncertainty.

"I did what was best for the sect," the Sect Leader replied with a calm expression.

He then took out five scabbards, almost identical to the one he had given to Eryke, and placed them on the table.

All six Elders weren't surprised when they saw this.

"Although these scabbards are valuable treasures to the sect, we have already been able to produce five of them, and the one I gave Eryke was the original." The Sect Leader sighed. "Even if we have these scabbards, what's the point? We've never been able to implement them."

Elder Fubo nodded.

They had essentially given Eryke something that could be valuable, but since they had already produced similar ones, even if there was a future discovery, the sect would benefit from it as well.

In one word: Eryke got scammed!

"You see, the perception of value changes with perspective. For us, the Healing Martial Arts was something that could change our destiny. For him, it might not even mean much, and we have shown our goodwill by giving him the 'most valuable' treasure he deemed was good," the Sect Leader casually explained in simple terms.

"Ah, I see." Elder Fubo nodded, a flash of enlightenment in his eyes.

Although it was a little shady, the Sect Leader was not lying.

***

Eryke, who was walking with the little devil, suddenly froze on the spot. His body mechanically turned toward where the Sect Leader and the Elders were, and he rubbed the back of his head.

"Oh, well." He shook his head dismissively. Although it left a bad taste in his mouth, first of all, he wanted to test out this scabbard.

Suddenly, his ears picked up noises that made him twitch for a moment.

"Hey, did you hear?"

"A woman in strange clothing was captured and is being sold as a slave right now."

"What kind of strange clothes?"

"Hmm, they looked kind of like Guest Elder Eryke's."

"I'd have gone down the mountain to see for myself if my master wasn't forcing me into secluded cultivation."

"Sigh, you're right."

'A woman… wearing clothes similar to mine?' Eryke's mind reeled.

"Master, what's wrong? Why did you stop again?" Little Devil frowned. He had already stopped twice, and she couldn't figure out what the hell he was doing as she was constantly pulling his sleeves.

Eryke looked at her and said, "Go back inside for now. I have something else to do."

Without another word, he turned and pressed his legs firmly against the ground. The earth creaked under the force, cobweb-like cracks spreading outward as he launched himself into the air.

"Sigh, I'll just practice my sword for now…" the Little Devil muttered, pouting. "Master's already old, he should be looking for a wife instead."

In the blink of an eye, Eryke landed on the ground far away, leaping over the entirety of Mount Hua Sect in a single bound.

It was terrifying, his strength, his speed was simply unmatched. With the improvement of his Sword Will, the feedback to his body was also significant, not to mention all the skills and titles on top of it.

"I hope they're really from Earth." There was no denying that Eryke was excited, just the thought of meeting someone from his world stirred a faint sense of belonging within him. And that alone was enough reason to act.

He began navigating through the city, moving casually until he found himself near a street stall beneath a tree. There, he paused, listening to the conversations drifting around.

"Hey, that woman they captured is way too beautiful. If she's bought as a slave, who knows what her master will do to her."

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