My Journey
1991 Words
It wasn't after Three hours later and after spending 20,000 imperial gold, before Aeries made a sharp turn back to his the Trade Hall.
This wasn't because he suddenly had the urge to purchase stuffs with his new wealth... He was being Followed!
Thanks to the fact that none of the cultivators saw his real cultivation realm, they had ranged him to be at most, 2nd Layer of the Martial Warrior Realm... with that impression, they sent two cultivators at the peak of the Martial Warrior Realm to spy on his movements... If he did anything out of place, they where enough to kill or capture him alive and bring back for questioning.
Aeries had a headache trying to figure out what to do. It wasn't till he thought of the Imperial Trade Hall before his his gleamed with a smile.
He flashed his Special Gold Token and was briefed inside without waiting in line.
At the same time, Two masked figures halted at the great steps to the Hall.
“What do you think, brother. That Token cannot be his. It must be due to some kind of luck or his story was true.”
“I get. This father has cultivated for 30 years yet I have seen this every 'Special' token just twice. Only supreme elders of our house can have it. This Brat... could be really telling the truth.
Let's wait a bit before going back with the news."
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Krush had a frown on his face. As compared to the naive brat he sold those slaves to some weeks ago, the boy before him had a trace of arrogance and a mystifying aura that blocked his perception.
“What do I have to offer this Young Sir? Forgive me for saying this before hand but; Since there isn't a new schedule for an Auction and most slaves we had have been unceremoniously chattered away by you.
Our humble enterprise have to plead before had for coming short of your desires”
Krush still had a confident smile that did nothing but infuriated Aeries.
“Could it be that your great enterprise has a Seer? To perfectly know that what I'm coming for isn't available?”
“Hehe... Not only a seer, but our eyes and ears are every where. In these chaotic times, one must always be up to date. And follow the norm to the day.”
“Oho? I can't help but be interested. Does your 'norm' mean selling my information and whereabouts to the Second Prince?”
“Young Aeries should understand. We were helpless like a maiden at her first night. The power behind him is strong. His helpers stronger.”
'How stupid was I to believe I could get a good explanation from this devil.’
Aeries thought of telling Krush the information he had but decided against it. Even a fool could discern that this Imperial Trade Hall was a Tiger's Den. If he wasn't careful, the Elders here would make him regret in various ways...
That's right! The remaining Three Martial Flying Lords we're all hidden powerhouses of the Imperial Trade Hall... One of them happens to be the devil in front of him. —Krush!
“I need to buy your services.”
“Interesting... Do you need man power or Arsenal.”
“Manpower” Aeries crisp reply came immediately.
“And what do you need manpower for, Young Aeries?"
“That's a breach of your Right."
Krush was stumped silly by Aeries words. Never had he thought he'll be brought down by a kid in this manner.
'Just as I thought, he's different'
“— If you want to know though, It's for Protection”
“Right. How many do you need, troops of Martial Body Foundation Artist, or a battalion of martial Warriors... We have lots of people for this type of aspect.”
“None... Just one person would do.”
“Young Aeries, you can't be pulling my kegs right? If you don't have enough capital, you can always bring out something of value, say perhaps a Secret Technique of Mid Rank or maybe higher...” Krush's eyes unconsciously had this unusual glow to them,
‘So this was what he wanted’
“Don't mistake my words, Hall Head Krush. If there's one thing I have now... It's the funds.”
“Then why?”
“Think carefully, you have some suspicions about it yourself." Aeries smirked.
” Impossible! How did you know about this? You are dreaming to think you have what it takes to move t—”
“Even when this is on the table?”
*Finished!*
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Back at the placid Castle, cultivators sat down in succession around, each seriously recuperating. Members of the same team help another with precious herbs and Pills to recover their lost Qi and heal some minor injuries.
It had been three days since that Brat left, and yet they still had to smile docilely at any command from those two Flying Lords.
One should recall that back in their Houses, they were either the Lords, or Supreme elders or even the children of influential people there — earth would tremble at their call and slaves were as ants in their eyes... to become a slave for someone else... Truly antagonizing .
Finally, the huge door reopened. From it, two masked figures weakly came forth.
“Supreme Master! We failed our duty! Please punish us as you see fit!”
“What! Outrageous!”
“How dare you even come back after failing such important matter!”
The hall abruptly became a hell on earth, People shouted and screamed heretofore, Spewing their pent up anger at these two.
“Enough!! Come forward you two. Tell me everything that happened. Were our calculations wrong? Was he hiding his strength?”
“Thank you supreme Elder!” They sweated through their brows before continuing.
According to them, all worked well till Aeries so blatantly strode into the Imperial Trade Hall. For three days, they had waited patiently outside, thinking Aeries was waiting for a new set of herbs to be delivered to him.
It wasn't after the third day before they humbly consulted a top person in the Imperial Trade Hall before realizing the person they had been waiting for left three days ago.
“Are you stupid! Why did you not go in behind him?”
“What do you understand!? Do we look like people that have a token? that Brat had a special token with him. what were we to do!” was their response.
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“Even the supreme elder was angered to the point of spitting blood. but because this had come out from his side, he couldn't kill them in front of the opposing team or else he'll loose too much face [1]
“What else did you notice?”.
“It came to our memory then, that A huge chart was pulled along right through the Imperial Trade Hall, the riders were all Demon Beast of the 4th rank.”
“Ah! Why did you not say anything about this to us then? How do you want to die!” The Head of the opposing team, Purple master Bian Wong grabbed his poison blade and was prepared to kill some f*ckers.
“Calm down Bian Wong! Don't let anger that out your last serenity left. Have you forgotten what's more important now?” The red team's leader, Supreme Elder Tai Sooh spoke word for word. Letting Bian Wong kill his own people was a no good. Won't he loose all his face then?
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“Right! The Princes!” Forgetting everything, everyone got to their heels and pushed open the bedroom door...
It has to be said, none of them expected the scene before them.
“S-supreme Elder, Tai Sooh!? Why are you just coming now!” First Prince broke down and pinned all the blame on them.
After hearing his story, the others wrinkled their brows... "Why didn't you call out. We would've gotten alert earlier and came to your aid.”
“Don't disturb the Prince, I sense there's something lurking in their brains!”
“What! How could this be!?” They all screamed at this shocking information for the Two powerhouses.
“Relax your mind everyone. Let us deal with this.”
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In a short of an hour, everyone was quickly mobilized and the new King sat stoically on his throne.
This was supposed to be a day of celebration for him... But yet, it felt so unsatisfying!
“Gather here everyone. I demand some people to go after that Carriage! Find that bastard and cripple him. Then bring him alive let me skin him myself.”
“Yes! Your Highness!”
“Stop! ” The new king saw martial generals and even martial warriors shouting exhilaratingly and became angered
“Do you think yourself invincible? The two Flying Lords and some Great Generals would be the only ones going.”
“W-what? why?”
“Because you are too weak. The person we are taking about is a cultivator at the Peak of Martial General Realm!”
“How can this be!”
Tai Sooh questioned king “Would it not be dangerous to be without a Powerhouse? ”
“Don't forget. I have the backing of the Empire behind me. No assassination attempt would be overlooked, especially in this precarious time.”
“I understand. My disciple.”
But their careful planning was destined to go down in smokes even before it started, The king believed he was thorough enough to pay for information form the Imperial Trade Hall.
Not only that, he also ransacked Aeries disclosed house and brought out the slaves from there.
“Cries came from some of them. They claimed to be actual citizens of the Joran Kingdom. After we gave them some 'tea' they confessed the truth.
What should be done to them?”
This was a written letter sent directly to the king.
His reply was simple.
“Send them over to the Imperial Trade Hall. They were from they were they not? Use them to form a bond with those powerhouses. A slave work should be such”
He stamped it with his Serpentine shaped ring, glistening with Gold and Ash.
Another letter was signed,
“Make some preparations. Completely decimate the Kriegers! An Apple can never fall too far from the tree. Let's root out the scourge from our feet.
Do it after he reaches his fiefdom to avoid unwanted eyes. An Assassination. A purge.”
King Fritz glanced at his letter for the fifth time before letting a satisfied smile and giving them to the maid to send.
“Call Maria and Wun Er. Tell them... I really kiss their touch. Ha ha ha, !”
The maid shivered in fright before scurrying off.
I should be getting news from the other side soon”
In a nutshell, everything was going according to plan.
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Meanwhile, A carriage was speeding along the road, the destination being a Higher country still in the designation of the Blue Winged Empire [2]
Sitting gracefully on the carriage, A woman with the allure of a fairy had her head c****d to an angle, her eyes all but fixed on two tiny dots zoning in on her.
“So they've finally arrived? Made this Queen waste several days like this. By now I would've reached the low level comprehension of this intricate technique.
Alright, Let's greet our guest shall we?”
- Writer
