His skin felt like it was being roasted over a bonfire lit by a demon, yet strangely, the rhino leather armor he wore did not burn to ashes. Instead, the armor absorbed the exploding spiritual fire, creating thick plumes of purple smoke that blanketed the entire field.
"Ow, ow, ow! I am being toasted! I am really going to become a cultivator kebab if this keeps up!" Zarox screamed in panic, his eyes clamped shut. He rolled around on the ground, disregarding his dignity as a newly victorious sect disciple. Suddenly, Master Vaelin appeared amidst the fog and smoke. The man landed gracefully, his white robes unblemished. With a single wave of his hand, he dispelled the spiritual fire with a wave of pure energy. "Get up, you foolish brat. You are being far too loud." Zarox stopped his rolling and opened one eye. He saw Master Vaelin standing before him with a look that was hard to decipher, somewhere between irritation and being impressed. Zarox immediately scrambled to his feet, even though his legs still felt shaky from the weight of the armor, which was starting to heat up from the residual energy. "Master! You came! I was almost turned into charred food! Who did this? Is this an assassination attempt? I demand justice, or at the very least, I want to transfer to a safer sect, maybe one that does not have enemies who enjoy blowing up their own disciples!" Zarox protested in a high-pitched voice. Vaelin let out a long sigh, a rare sight indeed. He pointed to the sky where the remains of the light needles were slowly fading into dust particles. "This is a Light Manipulation technique: Astral Needle Rain. Someone isn't just trying to kill you, Zarox. They are trying to test you. Or perhaps, they are attempting to lure out something hiding within you." "Something? What? Hidden talent? Or maybe just some excess fat they want to use as medicine ingredients?" Zarox felt his chest, making sure the Aegis Cauldron was still tucked behind his armor. "Follow me," Vaelin commanded curtly. He didn't wait for an answer, immediately turning and walking toward his private pavilion. Zarox had no choice but to follow. As he walked, he kept grumbling about how unfair this cultivation world was. "Sect Master, do you know how expensive this armor was? If it breaks, can I claim insurance? I feel like the sect should be responsible for its students' safety. This is a very toxic work environment for my mental health." Vaelin stopped right in front of a meditation room surrounded by blue energy seals. "Get in. You need to learn how to control the volatile energy in your body. I saw you use a nonsensical technique, but you have no control at all. If you keep this up, that cauldron, or your own body, will explode one day." Zarox swallowed hard. "You know about the cauldron?" "I am the Sect Master of Sky Peak. Nothing escapes my sight," Vaelin replied coldly. "Now, sit and focus. I will teach you the proper basics of Light Manipulation, not how to scream while rolling around on the ground." Zarox sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, his hands trembling. Vaelin began to guide him, directing him on how to focus spiritual energy into his palms. However, instead of a subtle light, Zarox released an overflowing surge of energy. His hands glowed intensely, nearly blinding his eyes. "Focus, Zarox! Do not let the energy overwhelm you!" Vaelin commanded sharply. "I'm trying! But the energy feels like it wants to burst out all at once!" Zarox shrieked. He felt as though a massive dam inside him had just burst. Zarox tried to modify the technique. He remembered how he had used the Aegis Cauldron to change the quality of objects. He imagined his energy not as a weapon, but as a shroud, an illusory shield that could make him disappear or, at the very least, make him look like an inanimate object so he wouldn't be a target. "Don't do that!" Vaelin shouted, realizing what Zarox was planning. But it was too late. Zarox slammed his hands onto the ground. BZZZZT! Instead of an illusion, a massive surge of energy erupted, striking the light-absorbing crystals on the walls. The room shook violently. The wooden walls of the dormitory, which were part of the main structure of the student area, began to crack. "Master, I think I just made a huge mistake!" Zarox panicked, trying to pull his energy back, but his power only surged more. "Stop!" Vaelin tried to erect a protective barrier, but Zarox's energy was too wild and erratic. BOOM! An explosion of pure light radiated from Zarox's room, obliterating the wooden walls in front of him and toppling the dormitory's support pillars. All the sleeping students woke up from the shock, which felt like an earthquake. Wood dust and tile fragments flew in every direction. Zarox coughed in the middle of the destruction. He looked around. Half the dormitory was now leveled to the ground. He could see the furious faces of other students staring at him with pure rage from behind the ruins. "Zarox! What have you done to our dorm?!" shouted Ayan, one of the most vocal outer disciples, while drawing his wooden sword. "I... I was just practicing meditation?" Zarox replied in a weak voice, trying to give an awkward smile while covering the giant hole he had just made in the wall. Sect Master Vaelin rubbed his temples, looking utterly frustrated. "It turns out you really are more dangerous than I imagined. You don't have energy control; you have destruction at your fingertips." Zarox saw the students starting to surround him. Grog, who had appeared out of nowhere, was already holding a club ready to swing. Zarox knew that this time, he couldn't use the victim excuse. He turned toward Sect Master Vaelin, hoping the Master would defend him, but the man instead stepped back. "Handle your own problems, Zarox. This is part of your training," Vaelin said before vanishing into the shadows. "Wait, Master! Don't leave me!" Zarox cried out. Grog stepped forward, his face full of resentment. "So you're really a troublemaker, aren't you? After wrecking the kitchen, now you destroy our dorm? Get ready to be beaten until you forget your own name!" Zarox panicked. He quickly reached into his robes, looking for something he could use to escape. He felt the Aegis Cauldron and realized it was vibrating violently, as if it were storing the energy he had just released. "Fine, you guys want to play? Then let's see who's left standing after this!" Zarox shouted, trying to mimic the speech style of a great cultivator, even though his legs were shaking uncontrollably. He held his cauldron high, and accidentally, the remaining light energy in the room was sucked into the cauldron, creating a blinding purple light that began to swirl into a small tornado in his palm. "Zarox, what is that thing you're holding?!" Grog turned pale, his instincts as a veteran cultivator telling him that the object was far more dangerous than an ordinary cauldron. "I don't know either!" Zarox answered honestly, while the energy vortex in his hand grew larger, ready to explode at any moment. Suddenly, the remaining dormitory roof began to collapse due to the gravitational pull of the energy vortex, and at the same time, the sound of dozens of angry students' footsteps could be heard approaching the destroyed entrance. Zarox stared at the vortex in his hand, then at the approaching crowd. He realized he had no other choice. He had to release it, even though he knew the consequences would destroy more than just the dormitory. He took a long breath, holding back his heartbeat that felt like it wanted to jump out, then prepared to swing his cauldron toward the floor. However, before he could move, a pale hand from the darkness caught his wrist from behind, stopping his movement just before the energy exploded. "Don't be a fool," a familiar yet cold whisper sounded in his ear. "If you detonate that now, you won't just destroy the sect; you'll obliterate your own soul before you even get a chance to enjoy the immortality you seek."Latest Chapter
Chapter 68: Chemical Warfare against Gossip
The whisper network of Heaven’s Peak didn't move via messengers or magical scrolls; it traveled via the laundry maids, the low-level kitchen apprentices, and the incredibly bored structural maintenance staff. By 7:00 AM, the gossip had solidified into a concrete rumor: the Sect Master wasn't just eccentric; he was allegedly preparing to sell the mountain to the Empire in exchange for a pension in the Southern Isles.Zarox heard the first iteration of this absurdity while he was hiding in the auxiliary pantry, trying to locate a crate of peppermint oil that hadn’t been reclaimed by the Sentient Ivy. "I'm telling you, he’s got his trunk packed," a maid whispered, her voice echoing against the cold stone of the larder. "He’s met with the Imperial Liaison twice, he's firing the Elder-guard, and now he’s clearing out the ancestral vaults. It’s a liquidation sale."Zarox gripped the edge of a shelving unit, his knuckles white. He hadn't been clearing out the vaults for a sale; he’d been tr
Chapter 67: The Midnight Audit
The grandfather clock in the main hallway chimed two, a sound like grinding teeth that vibrated through the floorboards. Zarox sat in his chair, the moonlight spilling over his ledger like a funeral shroud. The Sect was silent, but in this building, silence was never truly empty—it was usually just waiting for the machinery to reset."I didn't mean to find it," Zarox whispered to the flickering lantern, though he knew the mountain was listening. "I was looking for the grocery budget for the mushrooms. Honest."Before him sat a document bound in rotting grey silk, unearthed by a "misalignment" in the study’s floor. It was a secondary ledger, labeled The Hidden Debt of the Third Epoch. It wasn't written in ink; the letters were etched into the paper using some form of cauterizing heat. It wasn't an accounting of goods—it was an accounting of souls and land-titles stolen from the villagers down in the valley over three centuries.Grog stepped into the light, his massive shadow casting a
Chapter 66: Dealing with the Fallen Sect Elders
The sound of a mountain-side villa being scrubbed with sentient wire-brushes is surprisingly rhythmic. Zarox didn't appreciate the melody, though. He was sitting at his mahogany desk, head throbbing in sympathy with the pounding outside, trying to make sense of why a delegation of the "Fallen Elders" had decided to wake up in his guest wing after a twenty-hour mushroom-induced stupor.They were currently seated in the audience chamber—if you could call the chaotic collection of repurposed chairs an audience chamber—each looking like a Victorian schoolboy who had spent the night in a gutter. Elder Malakor, the man who had been the primary catalyst for the sect's political indigestion, was attempting to drink water, but his hand was shaking so badly that he was splashing it onto his already-disheveled silk robes.Zarox clicked his pen. "Morning, gentlemen. I trust the 'meditative herbal soak' I ordered for your room was... enlightening?""Enlightening?" Malakor’s voice sounded like grav
Chapter 65: A Distraction of Grand Proportions
Zarox didn't waste time on poetic misery. The moment the Void-Cutter Seeker was neutralized by a barrage of high-potency giggling spores, he was already tearing the hem off his master-servant ledger. "Grog, status on the outer wall!" he barked, not looking up as he scribbled a frantic forgery on the back of an expense report.Grog, currently smeared with cooling sludge from the mountain’s last ‘structural tantrum,’ hauled his massive bulk across the hallway. "Outer sensors show two scout teams from the local magistrates lingering at the tree line. They heard the Void-snap. They think we’re holding an illegal weaponized artifact testing. Which, I mean, we technically are.""I need them gone," Zarox snapped, grabbing a heavy brass seal. "And I need Vaelin stuck in that hallway long enough for his brain to stop vibrating at the frequency of a joke-book. I’m pulling the grand distraction."Zarox tapped the ledger with the intensity of a surgeon performing a heart transplant on a failing
Chapter 64: Whispers of the Void-Cutter Style
Zarox was halfway through jamming a wedge of solid oak into a groaning floor joist when the silence arrived. It wasn’t a natural silence; it was the abrupt, bone-jarring vacuum of a predatory cat freezing before a pounce. Even the building stopped its obsessive remodeling.Then came the hum—a sound that bypassed the eardrums entirely and vibrated against the base of Zarox’s skull. It sounded like a thousand razor blades parting silk at the exact same time."Grog," Zarox hissed, pulling his hand away from the wall. The grain of the wood had turned translucent, shifting from oak to a shimmering, jagged crystalline structure. "Don’t move. Whatever the hell you do, don't exhale.""Boss, the Seeker just stopped looking at the tax reports," Grog rumbled, his voice strained. "He's staring at the wall like it’s a long-lost girlfriend."In the living-room-turned-mechanical-trap, Vaelin was indeed motionless. The prism-like light in his eyes had turned into thin, sharp slits of blue brilliance.
Chapter 63: The Reluctant Architect
Zarox stared at the blueprints spread across his desk. They weren't standard architectural drawings; they were chaotic, multi-layered sketches he’d doodled in the margins of his grocery budget. Every time the mountain groaned, the lines on the paper seemed to shift, rearranging themselves into more efficient, or perhaps more sentient, structural supports."Boss, the floor is literally knitting itself," Grog remarked, stepping carefully over a patch of marble that was currently interlacing its cracks like a human scar. "I think the mountain doesn't like the new structural load. The weight of the Seeker and his brooding are upsetting the feng shui.""The mountain doesn't care about the Seeker," Zarox said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It cares about load-bearing logistics. If we have to host someone as heavy as him—metaphorically speaking—then we need to automate the load-shifting."Zarox picked up a pile of driftwood, scrap copper from the destroyed conduits, and a handful of hard
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