"Hello, please take me to your patriarch." Justin arrived at the Varalis family, offering each guard a crystal.
A bribe intended to hasten things so he could return to the sect faster.
"Sorry, no can do." The guards refused one after another, prompting Justin to reveal the sword.
"That's completely fine, but wouldn't that piss your patriarch?!" He responded, slowly turning around.
"That's a misunderstanding!" One of the guards shouted immediately, bringing Justin's attention.
"Yes! Our patriarch is unavailable now, but we can take you to our young master." The second continued, explaining the situation.
"Oh? Bring me to your young master then." Justin smiled.
The younger the other party was, the easier the deal was.
"Young master Jake should be practicing right now, so we will visit the training grounds." The guard explained, piquing Justin's curiosity.
Justin remained silent as they strolled through the garden, arriving at their destination.
They witnessed a young man in black pants and an exposed chest swinging a short sword in a specific way.
It seemed like he was practicing a sword art; however, Justin gauged some flaws.
"Hmm, I recommended removing the third step entirely," Justin muttered casually before approaching Jake.
"Wait, who are you?" Jake responded, the surprise washing over him.
He was too absorbed in his training, missing their arrival.
"I'm just a guest, but feel free to use me as an opponent," Justin said, intending to show him the flaw.
Jake nodded with a sneer, doubting Justin's words.
He attacked Jusin, executing his sword art once again.
The first step arrived under a breath, the second came right after it, then the third was interrupted.
Jake stood still as a hand clenched his neck, suffocating him.
He said, "You raise your sword like a fool, leaving yourself wide open"
Then he released Jake, pushing him a few steps back.
Of course, that wasn't a flaw.
It was Justin's dexterity, and he was aware of it.
"Now let's get to business, I'm not here to mess around after all." He continued as Jake bowed respectfully to him.
Jake was thankful, greatly appreciating Justin's 'guidance'.
Justin waved his hand, retrieving the manuals he had written.
Those were no different from the sect, except that their names were modified.
For example, Void Fang was now Divine Strike to lessen suspicions and make matters easier.
"I want to spread my teachings at a price affordable to the average cultivator," Justin paused, taking Jake's sword from him.
He took it as a means of flight since he couldn't create solid swords yet.
"I will take seventy percent of the profit. However, you can have this sword." Justin continued, throwing the defective sword to Jake.
"It shall be done, senior!" Jake responded excitedly, treating the shiny sword as a gift.
"Hide it until you are strong enough to protect it," Justin muttered nonchalantly.
"What? Why?" Jake frowned deeply, staring at the sword in his hand.
Justin took a deep breath, considering whether he should explain or not.
He could tell that Jake was a Mortal Realm cultivator, meaning he couldn't exceed the sword's Qi capacity.
However, the durability remained.
"It's precious and I fear you losing it," Justin responded, refusing to explain why.
"Thank you, senior!" Jake shouted, feeling relieved.
He thought it was cursed, hence the warning he was given earlier.
"I shall return in a month to take my share, don't disappoint me." Justin waved his hands, throwing his new sword on the ground.
Using his Qi, he flew high, heading toward the sect.
He grinned, anticipating the cultivators he had offended before.
It was a perfect chance to test his elements.
It took approximately fifteen minutes for them to arrive as the beams shot at him.
"Hohoho, what a warm welcome!" Justin exclaimed, ignoring the attacks that couldn't even scratch him.
He turned around, witnessing a herd of fools staring angrily at him.
They were about fifty, ten of them being Soul Realm experts.
"This is a disappointment..." Justin froze, his face turning grim.
He imagined a massive feast, a hundred of them at least.
However, they ended up killing his excitement with their laughable number.
"Hmph, what a cocky---"
"Shut up, maggots. Be quiet!" One of them shouted, only to get cut off by Justin.
He was no longer in the mood to mess around with them.
He didn't hesitate to burn his Qi, as the darkness spread below him, entrapping everyone.
Their faces changed drastically, horrified at the thought that a Foundation Realm rat could do this.
Some started attacking the darkness as hundreds of metallic shards appeared behind Justin.
However, the darkness regenerated immediately, striking them with despair.
Flames covered the shards, illuminating the darkness.
They looked at him, guessing their only option was fighting to the death.
Some gathered their remaining courage, charging at him only to get pierced by the shards.
They met their demise one after another, their corpse falling into the abyss.
"Good harvest, good harvest!" Justin dispelled the darkness, allowing the corpses to fall to the ground.
While the chaos charges and experience were 11,500 each, the spirit rings on these cultivators could compensate.
He flew down, looting them one after another until nothing remained.
Once done, he continued his flight towards the sect.
He didn't bother checking what was inside the rings, believing he had plenty of time to do so.
Justin arrived to find Eric training, he was also surprised to see him using the Void Piercer sword arts.
"Not bad, not bad. I'm glad you proceeded on your own." Justin landed, clapping his hands.
"How should I reward you?" He questioned, False Entropy coming to his mind.
'Fuck, I should have thought about it early.' He was deeply curious about the side effects the skill could cause.
However, he found it too risky to use inside the sect.
He knew the best gift he could give was one of his spirit currencies, but it was too much.
"Well, refine these for now." He handed Eric a unique pill and two refined ones, believing he was generous enough.