"Now what should I do with this?" Mumbling silently, Seth walked along a corridor of the mansion, carrying a small box filled with elixirs meant for bone-tempering and organ-strengthening, given to him by his father. The value of the elixirs in this small box that can be easily carried under one arm, is enough for a common family to live without working for their entire lives."The cultivation technique that I am using now already trains my flesh, organs, and bones, at a perfect ratio. If I start taking elixirs now, that ratio will be ruined, and my battle ability will decrease. ...Should I sell it?"
Not many mortals know, that if any one of the three dimensions (flesh, organs, and bones) are too much stronger than the others, the overall performance of the body would decrease.
If the flesh is too strong for the bones, then the bones can break with any intense movement.
If the bones are too dense compared to the flesh, the body"s movements will become slower.
If the organs" performance is too high, then the body"s metabolism will rise, putting a bigger strain on the flesh.
Et Cetera.
But if anyone in Haradur City heard what Seth had muttered just now, they would rush to capture, interrogate, and rob him! Why? That is because he had just implied that he has one of those extremely rare cultivation techniques that can train all three dimensions at the same time!
"I know! ...I"ll give them to Nala. Although the cultivation technique that I gave her makes her a magic cultivator, since magic cultivators don"t tend to make intense movements in battle, unlike martial cultivators, even if there is a bit of imbalance in their physiology, there shouldn"t be much of a problem. I"ll just have to get her some elixirs for flesh refining later on. ...Not that I plan to let her into battle anytime soon."
Overall, there are two types of cultivators, martial cultivators (martial artists) who cultivate their bodies, and magic cultivators (spell-casters) who cultivate spells. They may exist under different names due to the properties of their cultivation techniques, but fundamentally, all cultivators would fall under these two types.
Each type has advantages and disadvantages... But in most mortal cities, there wouldn"t exist any magic cultivation techniques. If someone was to show any signs of having learned one, then they would be captured, interrogated, and robbed...
"But d*mn... because of that idiot Fabin, my plans have gotten messed up. During my last life, I caused a bit too large a ruckus... Thus, I wanted to lay low and live leisurely in this life... Still, it"s not like I could just stand by and watch as Nala gets raped. I mean, that"s what I was planning to do to her!"
Like that, Seth revealed his true nature...
"...What? You"re calling me a pervert? Maybe my wording was off. I swear, I have never once raped a woman in all my thousands of years of life. Besides, it"s not like worse people don"t exist. There are even f***ers who violate babies out there."
Seth himself knew that comparing a smaller evil to a larger evil doesn"t make the smaller evil innocent, nor does comparing a smaller pervert to a bigger pervert. But having lived so long already, he has long since stop caring whether he sounds like a hypocrite or not. Plus, the truth is, that despite being as old as he claims, he really has yet to ever force himself upon a woman...
"I took a good chunk of my time during the last 7 years seducing her. If someone disregards all my hard work and eats her, I"ll kill them! ...Huh? Why would she be scared of me? Because she saw me dismember that idiot alive?"
Seth certainly wasn"t a saint. The act of dismembering people is one that he has long since gotten used to doing. It"s just that, although it"s something he can do without thinking, normal people wouldn"t understand...
"…It shouldn"t be that easy, right? The childhood friends relationship flag shouldn"t be ripped apart that easily, right?"
At this moment, Seth was worried.
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Leaning back on his chair in the study, the lord of the Zefer family was contemplating an important problem.
He had discovered that his son, Seth, has a great talent for cultivating. But this talent is being wasted in a measly mortal city. In that case, should he send the boy to an immortal city, where his development would surely be much faster, leading him to greater heights? Or should he have the boy remain here, and be raised to be the next lord of the Zefer family?
The plus side of the first option is that, as Seth"s father, so long as the boy has any fidelity in him, then he will receive returns (resources) from his son when the boy reaches sufficient heights. These returns could very well be what he will need to reach the immortal stage himself.
The negative side is that once he tastes the power that comes from being part of a large force from an immortal city, Seth would likely not want to part from it, and thus will not come back to the Zefer family. Even if he intended to do so, the force that he joins will not let him. With the boy"s aggressive att.i.tude, he could also provoke some calamity upon himself and get killed before he ever gets a chance to repay his father.
The plus side of the second option is the greater chance of rising that their Zefer family will have if Seth stays here. Although that will slow his growth, it should bring more benefit to their family in the long run. He will have more protection and face less danger here than in an immortal city, thus making it more certain that he, his father, Merab Zefer, will receive his returns in the future.
The negative side is that he will have to wait longer for those potential returns. For a mortal martial cultivator, once past their prime, the longer they wait to make their attempt to break through to the immortal stage, the weaker they become after the breaking through.
This is a problem that needs much consideration before a decision is made.
Suddenly, the door slammed opened, and his wife, Lady Kesha burst in yelling, with her eyes red and her voice agitated. "Milord! What is the meaning of this!?"
Not happy about his thoughts being forcibly interrupted, Merab Zefer responded in a low voice. "What is the meaning of what?"
"How can you let that little devil get away with murdering my son!?" With her distressed mental state, Lady Kesha was unable to notice the unhappy tone in her husband"s voice. She just continued crying out her own grievances.
"So, you want me to punish him?"
"Yes!"
"And what will I get out of that?" Merab Zefer heartlessly asked.
"What…" Lady Kesha"s jaw dropped as she found it impossible to hide her shock.
"Fabin is already dead. The dead are of no use to me. Seth is still alive. He, has value. So, why should I harm that "value"?" He said matter-of-factly.
"But, but… Fabin is your son. You must take revenge for him…" Stuttering, Lady Kesha didn"t understand why she had to explain this. Shouldn"t a father naturally take revenge for his son? What "value" is he talking about...
"Seth is also my son."
"!" Hearing the name of her son"s murderer, Lady Kesha grew enraged.
"That "thing" isn"t human! He"s a devil sp.a.w.ned out of that b*tch you picked up off the roadside!" Lady Kesha screamed. To her, Seth is a devil, and his mother who came from a weak family clan, is no different from the b*tches found in the city"s brothels.
"Shut up." But immediately after she screamed came her husband"s reprimand, carrying undisguised irritation.
"Milord…" Lady Kesha"s knees grew weak. Her husband had never yelled at her like this before. His glare made her feel like a fish on a chopping block.
Kesha Amnon came from one of the three ruling families of Haradur City, the Amnon family. Against the strongest of the three families, the Bilin family, the Amnon family and the Zefer family, in the past, had made an alliance through marriage. That was how she came to be the wife of Merab Zefer. Because of her family background, she was always treated well, even in the Zefer family. She never thought the day would come when her husband would angrily scold her.
"But, then… how will you answer to my father?"
Her father, the current lord of the Amnon family, and a martial artist with the same level of strength as Merab Zefer, but older and more experienced, doted greatly on his grandson, Fabin Zefer, thinking that the day when Fabin becomes the new lord of the Zefer family, half of Haradur City will be under his influence. If he hears that that grandson has died, how would he react?
Hearing those words that sounded rebellious, even bordering on a threat, Merab Zefer finally stood up from his seat. He walked towards his wife. Each footstep of his felt to her like it was stomping on her soul.
When he stopped in front of her, gazing down at her, his eyes seemed like the eyes of a tiger staring down its prey.
"Woman, are you defying me?" The tone in his voice that was as if he was getting ready to kill, made Lady Kesha fall to the ground and grovel.
"No, no, milord, please forgive me…"
"Hmph… If you"re dissatisfied, then make me another son, one that is more talented than Seth is."
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