As one of the top three sects that had ruled the entire faction since its very establishment, their reign was ironclad. Even though they ranked lowest among the three, none had ever dared to question their authority and those who had met a miserable end.

Now, things have changed…

"Master, I wonder if there are assassins already spying on us." The little devil giggled as she skidded to a stop.

Eryke glanced at her and gave a slight nod. "You're right. There are assassins watching us already."

"Huh?" Before she could even react, a massive sword manifested behind Eryke, and he casually pointed in a single direction.

Swish!

The Sword Will descended mercilessly, rending the very air apart as the ground split open in its wake.

Terrified screams erupted right after the Sword Will struck, leaving the assassins, once hidden in the shadows, as nothing more than smears of blood and a small ravine formed.

"One of the most common martial arts of assassins allows them to conceal themselves even in the smallest shadows," Eryke explained casually.

"I see." The little girl giggled as she observed the aftermath. The ground had split apart, and a small ravine had formed from Eryke's single slash.

The number of assassins slain was easily in the double digits.

"So, where should we go now?" she asked, voicing the most crucial question.

Eryke and Geneva exchanged a glance, both utterly baffled. Where would they go from here?

Honestly, even Eryke hadn't planned that far ahead. He had no idea where they should go, and Geneva was no different, she didn't know a thing either.

Suddenly, Eryke lifted his gaze to the blue skies, his blue pupils matching the sky glinting as a grin spread across his face. "Let's go to the skies."

"Eh?" The little devil was utterly dumbfounded, until the massive Sword Will behind Eryke tilted, almost like a sedan inviting them to step on.

In the blink of an eye, the once faint, immaterial Sword Will had fully materialized.

"How could Will take on a physical form?" The little devil stared in complete disbelief at the Sword Will before her.

"You're underestimating your master's understanding of the Sword Will." Eryke chuckled as he grabbed the little devil and Geneva, leaping from the ground. They landed directly on the Sword Will, which carried them into the skies, leaving a roaring gale in their wake.

"Master, they've escaped." One of the fortunate assassins who survived scribbled the words onto a slip of paper, tied it to a pigeon, and released it into the air.

The pigeon soared swiftly, its intelligent eyes gleaming as it flew in a fixed direction.

Eventually, it descended upon an eight-story building, more extravagant than even the auction hall, its golden inlays gleaming, with Martial Trainees stationed merely as guards to protect the premises.

Inside, the hall was even more extravagant, shaped like a king's throne room with countless thrones for the minister at the side and a main throne with an even more extravagant shape.

Seated upon the main throne was a tall man adorned in gold and countless precious gems, the jewellery alone was likely worth more than a small sect.

The pigeon landed on the armrest of his throne, and the man casually squeezed the pigeon until it burst apart, dead in an instant.

"Hmph, why didn't you die alongside my son?" the man muttered, shaking his head in disdain.

"The assassination failed… and you're telling me he soared away on his Sword Will?"

He raised his foot high and brought it crashing down without mercy.

Bang!

A shockwave erupted from him as the epicenter, tearing apart nearly everything in its path.

The servants outside flinched at the sound, but none dared to step inside, too fearful of their master's wrath.

Moments ago, the side thrones had sat empty and lifeless. Now, as the man struck the ground with a resounding slam, shadowy figures emerged one by one and took their seats upon the vacant thrones.

"Sect Leader, we must tread carefully in how we handle Eryke. He is far from ordinary. Not only does he possess a Sword Will and can use Healing Martial Arts, but he is also unnervingly strange. It almost seemed as though he carried no Qi at all."

"If he didn't have Qi, then how the hell could he possess Will? Did he skip Martial Trainee!?" The Sect Leader of the Million Gold Sect roared, spits flying from his mouth.

It was true, though. A Martial Artist first cultivates a Dantian, which marks their entry into the Martial Trainee stage.

Only after that do they create Will, signifying advancement to the Third Stage Martial Artist. When Will is strengthened by Qi to its very limits and fully merges with it, that breakthrough marks entry into the Second Stage.

If Eryke truly had no Qi, then it should have been impossible for him to manifest Will that surpassed even a Second-Stage Martial Artist.

In fact, it was unthinkable for anyone to strengthen their Will to the extent Eryke had displayed. There was always a limit, once reached, a Martial Artist was forced to merge their Will with their body, allowing them to become a First-stage Martial Artist.

But, against all odds, Eryke stood outside the bounds of common sense. It was as if the very rules of the world didn't apply to him!

"Sect Leader, should we go all out?" one of the Elders suggested.

"Even if we go all out, what are the chances we can kill that monster?" the Sect Leader snapped, veins bulging across his forehead.

"Then how about we gather our merchants and let others do the job? No matter how monstrous he is, he's still human. He will get exhausted, that's how we usually defeat Transcendent Martial Artists."

"You're right. That's all we can do for now. Set up a demon hunt for Eryke and the other two. Offer…" The Sect Leader of the Million Gold Sect paused. "Ten Thousand Gold Coins."

The Elders nearly leaped in fright at the number.

"That's almost thirty percent of our entire wealth, Sect Leader."

"Hmph. I would have set it higher if I could, but no one would believe them if I go any higher," he shouted, clearly ignoring the Elders.

***

"So, Master, when will you introduce me to your wife?" The little devil glanced at Geneva behind Eryke, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Eryke's brows twitched in irritation at the question, while Geneva quietly buried her face.

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