I Have No Master
Author: Vibrant
last update2026-05-14 18:34:45

Velmora

Jade River City, whispering Jade forest.

A group of hunters formed by four cultivators were walking across the forest, each of them held onto a spatial pouch to keep their spoils and hunts.

"We've been here for over a week, I suggest we go back to Jade River City and recuperate for a few days before we return to search for the treasure." One of the cultivators suddenly said prompting the others to halt and glare at him.

"We've been searching for over a week, we're almost at the point located on the map and you suddenly want to chicken out?"

The first man sighed, his shoulders slumped when he realized the other three didn't have any intention to change their minds.

"We're already drained and you know that, we've struggled all the way from the outer and inner zones of the forest, at least we have an idea of where we're going now, I didn't say we'll give up on it, just give it enough time for us to slowly map the area out and scout the forest for hidden dangers." He repeated with a pleading tone.

"You could leave if you wish to, no one's stopping you but we're almost at our destination and you expect me to turn back?" Another one of them said, his hands folded with an indifferent look on his face, he had already made up his mind to finish the mission regardless of the objections.

'Looks like I have no choice, I'll just follow them, I pray everything goes well.' the first man thought with a sigh. As for going back to the town alone? If he tried that he might not even make it past the inner zone before falling prey to the spiritual beasts roaming in the forest.

After walking for a few more minutes, the man leading the way suddenly stopped, leant down to check a few marks, a frown appearing on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Haven't you noticed? We have yet to meet any spiritual beasts for the past half an hour, considering we are approaching the core zone it makes sense for the beasts to be sparse here but not even one for half an hour is unreal, besides you all should take a look at this." He said.

The others walked over, right in front of him was a footprint about twice the size of a human's, half covered by leaves, claw marks extending from the tip.

"What's that? I've never seen such a footprint before, which beast does this belong to?" The man who seemed to be the leader asked, a curious look on his face.

"I don't have a good feeling about this, maybe he was right and we need to recuperate at the town for a while." The man leading the way said, a thoughtful expression on his face.

The leader's expression changed when he heard those words, a frown appeared on his face, it was apparent he was discontent with just returning back to the city empty handed.

"Hold on let me scout for information first, taking a little peep won't hurt." He said then placed his palms on the ground, light extension of Qi spreading out from the tip of his fingers into the soil, streaking across the trees, then into the forest.

The man's eyes remained closed for a few minutes, immersing himself fully into the technique, it was a rare scouting technique that could only be practiced by his clan, if he didn't need the cultivators help he wouldn't have reached out to them keeping the treasure to himself.

"Isn't he done yet? What's he checking?" The leader asked with a light grumble, he couldn't use his spiritual sense scanning to avoid potentially alerting other beasts nearby, if they found someone spying on them they'll chase after the party relentless, even though they were strong they would be overwhelmed in no time at all.

After a few more seconds the guide's eyes suddenly flapped open, his face filled with shock and fear "We need to leave, we need to get out of this forest right now!"

"What's going on? You have to tell me why we're leaving at the very least." The leader replied, a cold glint in his eyes.

"You could choose to wait here or proceed but there's no way we can handle what's in there!" The guide screamed out in fear, turned towards the others especially the cultivator who had suggested they return to the town.

"We need to leave right now, every second we waste here will make things even worse, they're coming!"

---

"BOOOOOOM!!!"

The arena fell into silence, a deadly stiffening silence, the cloud of dust gradually dispersed to reveal the aftermath of the technique used by Yan Ming.

A huge rift appeared across the surface of the arena, stretching outwards towards the spectators stands, the rift still filled with the crackles of flames from the impact.

Right beside it, just a few meters away, Gerald was on all fours, his face filled with fear and apprehension, his limbs had gone weak, he barely managed to push himself up to save himself some face.

"Is that really the fifth son? Isn't he supposed to be a cripple? Why is he so strong? When did it happen?" The endless barrage of questions floating through the minds of the spectators was like a raging, relentless storm.

Some had to urge to go on stage and dissect him just to figure out his secrets but when they recalled Gerald's pitiful state and the aftermath of the spell they could only gulp down those thought.

'Ask him? I still want to live a long and peaceful life!'

"I concede! Please don't kill me!" Gerald screamed out the instant he saw Yan Ming take a step towards him.

"Don't bother, it's not yet time for you to die, I have a lot of uses for you." He said with a light smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.

Just when the crowd thought the commotion was over a few powerful presences suddenly descended from the skies, raising their heads to check who the new arrivals were.

"Family head!!"

"Welcome Family head!" The moderator was already sweating bucks while he ran over to Heber, his face filled with guilt.

He had the intention to save Gerald but he felt extremely threatened by the technique used by Yan Ming, he felt he would lose his life to stop it. He was also in the soul manifestation realm just like Gerald, albeit with a higher layer.

Heber nodded towards them, his gaze totally focused on Yan Ming.

'He doesn't seem to feel the pressure or he doesn't care about it, his temperament is outstanding, how did he change this much within a single day? Is it all an effect of awakening the heavenly flame core body?'

Yan Ming on the other hand, had a very sullen expression on his face, glaring at Bennett who was also standing near Heber.

"What's wrong? You should learn to pay respects to your master kid, you made me proud!" Bennett said with a laugh, he felt he was right about the kid all along, he was just way too arrogant, delusional and disrespectful.

'I'll smoothen all those out later.'

"Master? I have no master."

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