Between Sects [3]

"I'll attempt to speak with that sect and if they decide to fight, I'll allow them to attack me without retaliation," Lucas said, his voice firm and resolute.

Thomas gasped, his eyes wide with alarm. "Why would you do that, Senior Lucas?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Lucas raised an eyebrow and looked at Thomas. "To be heard, one must show sincerity. And I am sincere. Besides, I understand why he acted the way he did. Tell me, is it true that you planned to kill his son?"

Thomas recoiled, his eyes wide. "No, we wouldn't have any reason to do that. Killing his son wouldn't have benefited us, and he was stronger in cultivation than I was. If it were true, it would have been suicide," Thomas explained, his voice laced with conviction.

Lucas nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I see. Well, I must be going now."

As he turned to leave the room, Lucas suddenly remembered something and spun back around. He sighed and raised his hand toward Thomas. With a confused look on his face, Thomas watched as his body began to glow with a green light, making him feel lighter and more comfortable.

'He's healing me?' Thomas thought in amazement.

After Lucas had finished healing Thomas, Thomas quickly climbed out of bed and knelt down in front of Lucas. "Thank you so much, Senior Lucas!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with gratitude.

Lucas simply nodded, a small smile on his lips.

"If you're grateful, remember not to interfere with others' lives. You'll learn the importance of this as you grow older," Lucas said as he turned to leave the room.

He wasn't afraid of making enemies, but he was afraid of causing harm to innocent people if he did. This was something he learned from his experience as an immortal. In his first few years, he thought he could have close relationships with mortals, but soon realized that it was a bad decision. He didn't want to make the same mistake again, so he preferred to let the flow of time dictate his relationships with others.

Lucas spoke these words of caution to Thomas, hoping to impart some wisdom as a leader. After all, the members of his sect were not his possessions and he wanted to leave a lesson behind for them.

The representative followed closely behind Lucas, making him slightly uneasy. He turned to the representative and asked, "What's your name?"

"Kin Yang, Senior Expert," came the reply.

Lucas returned to his thoughts, trying to predict what would happen if he entered the Heavenly Demon Sect. He knew nothing about their ways, so he couldn't make any assumptions about their behavior. The nature of cultivators was all he had to go on for now.

"Where is the location of the Heavenly Demon Sect?" Lucas asked, his tone serious.

Kin hesitated for a moment before answering, "It's near the Great Cliff, in the eastern part of the northern region."

Lucas nodded, taking in the information. He was already in the northern region, so visiting the Morning Sun would mean traveling to the eastern region.

Lucas's mind was already turning with thoughts of his future plans. He realized that before he could even consider visiting Immortal Heaven, he needed to build up his strength. If he went there as a novice cultivator, he would be in grave danger. To survive in Immortal Heaven, he needed to be at his absolute best.

With these thoughts in mind, Lucas decided that he needed to learn how to survive as an immortal. The dangers of the Immortal Heaven were not lost on him, but he was tired of living a repetitive life. Perhaps a change was exactly what he needed.

He took to the skies, flying straight toward the eastern part of the northern region. As he saw the cities below him, he chose a place to land.

"He was uncertain of the exact location, but he had a general idea. So, he decided to ask for directions.

Lucas descended into a forest nearby the city to avoid drawing attention. He then ran quickly towards the gate, a feat easily accomplished by cultivators.

This way, he wouldn't draw much attention to himself.

"Five silvers," the guard demanded.

Lucas had already prepared for the toll, but he didn't have any change. He took out a gold coin.

"Excuse me, do you have change?" he asked politely, with one hand resting behind his back.

The guard looked confused and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, we don't. Could you please pay the exact toll?"

Lucas felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He handed the guard the gold coin.

"Here you go. I hope you can take silvers from your pocket to pay my toll. You can keep the gold," Lucas said with a respectful smile.

"Really? Thank you very much, Senior!" the guard exclaimed gratefully.

Even though it appeared that Lucas was younger, he simply brushed it off with a chuckle and moved on. However, he was unaware that his actions had drawn unwanted attention, despite it being common for the wealthy to behave that way.

Behind him, a carriage observed the scene. The young man inside had a stern expression as he watched Lucas, almost as if he was disgusted by the display.

The young man loathed those who acted pious but were not. As his disdain for Lucas grew, he ordered his men to follow him.

When Lucas arrived in the city, he immediately began asking the people on the street for information. After a few hours, he had gathered enough information to continue his journey.

Though the information he received was vague, Lucas wasn't discouraged. "I didn't think that there would be so many places around the Great Cliff. I thought the sect was the only one nearby," he thought to himself.

Lucas then went in search of an inn to stay for the night. He felt he could afford a break from cultivation and a good night's sleep, as it had been several days since he last had a chance to rest.

Lucas strode into the inn and approached the counter. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a handful of gold coins, which he placed on the counter.

"Keep the change," he said, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "Ah wait, can you at least give me some change? I don't think I can continue giving gold coins away."

The innkeeper gave Lucas a reassuring smile. "No need to worry, sir. I can certainly give you some silver coins for your change if that would make you feel more comfortable."

Lucas breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, that would be much appreciated. I think it would be easier for me to use silver coins at some of the shops around town."

The innkeeper nodded and counted out a handful of silver coins, which he handed to Lucas. "Here you are, sir. And thank you for your generous payment."

Lucas took the silver coins and thanked the innkeeper before making his way to his room for the night.

However, little did he know that a young man who had been keeping an eye on him was observing his every move. The man watched as Lucas changed his mind and asked for his change back, and a scowl crossed his face.

"I knew it. Acting kind, huh? Make sure to kill him secretly, right now." he whispered to himself, his fists clenched in anger