Reborn of the immortal cultivator

6. Language poor people understand

Fury boiled within Wallace as he watched the debt collectors glance at Becca.

He reached for her wrist, desperate to pull her back before the confrontation turned bloody, but Becca stepped forward fearlessly.

However, beneath that boldness was fear because Wallace could see her trembling.

After all, as a cultivator, she knew what these men were. Evil Cultivators who were predators that enslaved the spirits of the deceased, refining them into "Soul Fuel" to power their own energy.

To anyone at her level, they were untouchable monsters. Only a high-tier Immortal could hope to banish them. Realizing that her presence was putting Wallace, who was still struggling at the lowest stage in mortal danger, her panic spiked.

“I will pay the debt!” Becca shouted, her voice cracking.

Wallace stared at her in shock, but the collectors didn’t flinch. Their gaze remained fixed on her. As high-ranking practitioners of dark energy, they could sense her aura which was a rare prize for them because she had pure energy.

Only then did the leader's grin widen because he knew that if he forced a Dual-Cultivation Bond by having sex with her, he could dilute her cultivation and get that pure power for himself. With such a foundation, his breakthrough to the higher Soul realm would be guaranteed.

“I will pay! Please, just let him go!” Becca pleaded. In her car sat two thousand Spirit Stones intended for her academy tuition.

“What? No! I’ll sort this out myself,” Wallace interrupted, but Becca shook her head frantically. She was terrified that if she didn't settle this now, these monsters would wipe Wallace and his mother off the face of the Earth.

“What if I want something else?” the leader sneered, his eyes filled with a dark, oily lust.

Thinking he wanted a higher bribe, Becca scrambled mentally. “I have another thousand stones! What is the balance? I can…’

The leader lunged forward, grabbing her wrist and cutting her off. “You must lay with me!”

Wallace’s fist clenched. The anger that had been managed was suddenly replaced by a cold calm wondering if they really wanted to touch her.

“Take your hands off my woman! Now,” Wallace said in anger while Becca became dazed for a second. He had never called her his woman!

However, Wallace believed she would understand why he said that because of the situation.

“Your woman?” The leader paused, then burst into a mocking laugh. “A Foundation-level trash settling for a Golden Core goddess? In your dreams!”

The leader snapped his fingers almost immediately while his subordinates prepared to unleash Soul-Piercing Daggers of mental pain at Wallace.

However, as they moved, Wallace shifted.

Swiftly, Wallace caught the leader’s shoulder and pivoted. The daggers of pain intended for Wallace slammed directly into the boss’s chest and … Smack!

“I asked you to hit him! Not me!” the leader yelled, his grip on Becca breaking as he touched his chest.

“Sorry, boss!” the minions cried. They tried again, snapping their fingers to trap more energy. Again, Wallace moved swiftly, shoving the off-balance leader directly into the path of the daggers.

The leader fell to his knees with a muffled scream.

“You mistake monsters for gods, you fools,” Wallace muttered.

Becca watched in stunned silence. Even at the Golden Core stage, she had never seen movement that swift or precise.

Such battles required a level of spiritual intelligence and Qi control that took centuries to master.

Has Wallace been lying to her all these years? she wondered, watching him standing there, looking almost bored by the scene.

By the third time the minions accidentally struck their leader, the man’s vocal cords had seized.

“Stop... stop this!” the leader managed to say, inwardly yelling in pain.

Wallace crouched down to the man's level. "You wanted to discuss a debt?" Wallace asked coldly. “Let’s talk about what you owe the world for existing this long."

Wallace reached into the man’s robes, grabbing a tiny, golden jar hanging from a neck chain. This was the Soul-Binding Vessel used to enslave his victims. With a casual flick of his thumb, Wallace crushed the artifact.

The spirits within, suddenly unshackled, tore themselves free and immediately swarmed their former master in a whirlwind of vengeful energy.

"It's bad enough that you're a shameless debt collector. Now, you're nothing without your stolen power," Wallace said, giving the man a final, disdainful shove. The leader’s eyes rolled back as he slipped into unconsciousness.

“Boss!” the minions yelled. Seeing their powerful leader defeated by a "weakling," they broke rank and fled out as fast as their legs could carry them.

Becca stood dazed, her mind unable to process the shift in reality. Before Wallace could reach her, she lost consciousness.

“What have you done? You should have let her give them the stones!” Wallace’s mother cried out. “If anything happens to her, her family will destroy us!”

Wallace let out a short, sad laugh however as he swooped Becca in his arms.

He could see that the effect of what his father did was taking a toll on her to the extent that she could not remember that all these were normal.

He also realized the "Modern Cultivation" world had made people soft. Becca had passed out simply because she couldn't imagine the "trash" Wallace with the master she had just witnessed.

What are they even teaching at these sects now? he wondered. Is the world so modern that they’ve forgotten what true power looks like?

He thought, glancing at his mother. Then, he paused for a while.

“Mother,” Wallace said, his expression turning solemn. “If you were to regain the power you lost... would you truly be happy?”

The woman froze, a look of horror crossing her face. As a Primordial Spirit Mother, losing her cultivation was a fate worse than death. She was growing old and the idea of starting over seemed like an impossible dream.

Before she could answer, the front door was kicked open with a thunderous bang. A young man in an expensive academy uniform stormed in, his face reeked of rage, almost causing Wallace to lose his balance as he screamed,

“Take your filthy hands off my sister!”

Before Wallace could understand what was going on, a pair of hands grabbed Becca from him while he stumbled, while trying to regain his balance.

“Don't you dare touch my sister anymore, you low trash!” He yelled again, glaring at him while Wallace looked at him in confusion.

For a moment, Wallace's head could not comprehend this person even though he was overly familiar. That was because he had stressed his brain so hard that day while trying to recollect a lot of things.

Just before he could give up, it clicked again.

It turned out that Yemeni was Becca's adopted stepbrother who was switched many years ago while the family went on a family trip while the real brother was currently being searched for.

In order to get an inheritance from that family, he knew he had to make Becca fall in love with him so he could marry her directly knowing that when the real brother comes, he won't have to be bothered by anything.

Seeing that Wallace was an obstacle, he played a part in sabotaging their relationship and was the last person to see him die by striking him.

Till that moment, he couldn't comprehend how the bastard didn't die.

“Surprised I'm still alive, Huh?” Wallace asked with a sinister look on his face while Yemeni tried to hide it as he glared at him maliciously.

“What exactly do you want from my sister? Stones? Power?”

“Stepsister” Wallace corrected while he looked at him with bloodshot eyes wondering how he found out not knowing that Becca had blurted it to him a few months ago.

Clicking his tongue, he helped her safely into the car and grabbed a bag of spirit stones.

Only then did he rush back inside and threw it at Wallace in anger.

“That's the language poor people like you understand! Take it and leave my sister alone!”