First Blood

[: 3rd POV :]

"Frate, I will assign you and a few of our disciples to recruit potential cultivators in the City"

In a certain sect hall, an old man with a long white beard could be seen talking to a young man.

"Yes, this disciple will heed your orders Sect Leader!".

"Good then set forth to your mission and I'm looking forward to the recruits this year"

"Our sect has been declining and could use a little bit of manpower," The sect master said.

A few hours later, the young man who goes by the name of Frate journeyed to the City near their sect with a few fellows of his juniors.

'I bet just by declaring our name, these mortals would beg to enter our sect'

He smirked while imagining the results of dozens of girls wanting to be part of their sect.

The Sun Sword Sect is a grade 1 Sect with nothing much to impress except for their flashy techniques.

Yet the young man was full of himself.

"Frate, how many do you think will join us this year?"

One of his fellow juniors, Drake asked.

"I bet there would be many"

"And more would join if they know that our Frate is an inner disciple"

Nearby Drake a young boy named, Lake, commented.

"Tsk Tsk, that's where all of you are wrong"

"There's no need to mention the name"

"Just our sect alone would make all of them kneel"

The final member of his fellow junior had a name called Trace.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"These mortals know nothing about cultivation and out of hundreds, only a few of them could cultivate depending on their Spiritual Grades"

"I honestly don't understand why the sect master wants to recruit in such a city"

Frate showed his disagreement with the decision of his sect master.

"Who knows what the master is thinking but this is why we're lacking compared to the other sects"

"We need to step up or else we'll be left behind in the dust" He added.

All of them agreed and they conversed while walking towards their destination and that's where they met fellow cultivators.

'Hmm? A mortal and a cultivator of the Foundation Realm?'

He judged both of them and while he gazed at Daniel with a disgusting gaze, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful the girl looked.

It was like a goddess that descended onto a mortal world.

Frate had never seen such a beautiful girl throughout his life, and he was dead on conquering both her mind and body.

Afterwards, he gazed at his friends with a nod of his head, and all of them knew what to do.

"I'm not interested, and let go of your hand and stop staring at my disciple"

Daniel warned and Frate released his grasp.

"Pft! Hahaha. You said she's your disciple?"

"Come on, stop joking around"

"We know that you don't even have any fluctuations of cultivation"

All of them laughed and mocked Daniel.

Despite all the laughter, Daniel remained silent as though he was watching a bunch of clowns who didn't know what was better for them.

On the other hand, Cecilia was clenching her fist in anger as they had insulted her master.

But she didn't do anything since Daniel had yet to act, and she followed his mechanisms.

"Still, since I have empathy and pity on you, why don't we have some with the girl beside you, and I will put in some good words for you to join our sect from the back door?"

"You must have heard of the Sun Sword Sect right?"

"I'm someone of importance, and with my words alone, you could join our sect without any difficulty"

Frate believes that Daniel was like those mortals who was desperate to become a cultivator and would do anything to become one.

Hence, he thought by mentioning his species' name, Daniel would give in and let him do anything he wanted.

However, to his disappointment, it didn't happen.

"What kind of pills did you take for you to think that I would succumb in fear of your sect?"

"The sword sun sect...? Yup, never heard of it"

Daniel insulted directly into their face, and of course, they were in a deep rage.

"Hahaha, good...good!"

"You have insulted my sect right in front of me and did you know that insulting one's sect could lead to a death battle?"

Frate unsheathes his sword and so do his fellow friends.

"The hell is wrong with you? You do know that the crazy one between you is not me right?",

"First of all, who would trust a stranger's word in the middle of a forest and grab his hand a few seconds later and stare towards my disciple?"

"If that's not enough"

"You were in deep rage after I rejected your offer"

"So do tell me, which one of us is wrong...or a better question...do you think the world revolves around your words?"

Daniel questioned with the eyes of a dagger.

Reading countless novels, he knows why people like Frate would act this way, and his only conclusion is they lack brain cells.

'They are a bunch of egoistic people with no strength to back their actions'

'Moreover, it's obvious that their sect is weak...after all, that's what the system told me...and it's obvious what their goals were...and it greatly pisses me off'

Frate had no words to counter Daniel's words as what he said was right.

"Tsk. So?"

"Do you think you could survive now that we have our sword pointing towards you?"

Frate confidently pointed his sword at Daniel with a smirk.

He believed that Daniel was a weakling, and he didn't consider the chances of him losing.

Moreover, Frate could only pick on those who are weaker than him.

After all, he isn't a prodigy that can compete with those real prodigies.

"Sigh...my fellow cultivators"

"If I were your master or teacher, the first lesson I would teach is to not point your sword without the determination to kill..."

"What in the world a-

Before Frate could complete his sentence, he didn't know why he felt a gush of wind.

However, the moment he turned his head around, he was horrified.

"W-What the fuck is this!?"

His butt dropped to the ground his legs shivering.

What he saw was a nightmare.

All of his fellow juniors had their heads separated from their bodies.

Their heads were on the ground, and their blood had tainted the nearby flowers and trees.

"So...do you think you're ready to face the consequences...?"

Daniel walked nearer to him and Frate was overwhelmed by fear.

Only now did he realise how badly he had screwed up.

"A-Ah P-P-Please L-L-Let me G-Go I-

At this point, Frate began to recall his life as a cultivator, and what he did was unpleasant.

He raped, tortured, murdered, and did all kinds of deeds he can be called a devil.

However, now that he's at the mercy of someone else, he began to fear for his life and he began exactly how his victims begged.

However, before he can beg, his limbs and head are separated as Daniel utilises his sword intent.

"I guess the answer is no"

Despite killing 4 people without batting an eye, he was calm and relaxed.

After all, due to all of his skills and sword intent, he was invulnerable to the thought of killing.

'Killing is a means to survive, but not the path of survival'

He thought before leaving together with Cecilia and didn't care whether their corpse would rot or not.

He wouldn't even care if the person backing Frate would chase him since he would welcome all of them with open arms.