Bad Youngsters

As Mors enters the second floor, he is greeted with the sound of people talking, eating, and laughing. Most of the tables were full of young cultivators, their friend groups, and family members. Their guards standing around them just in case.

Thankfully there is one empty table, Mors walks over to the well-crafted round wooden table. The wood of the table is covered with a handcrafted red and golden mantle made of silk. Mors pulls one of the chairs as he sits down on it.

In a few seconds, a male servant walks towards him. The male servant, with his good looks and killer smile, arrives at his table. He started to speak.

"Hello Good sir, I will be your server for today. Will you like to see the menu?"

The man said as he holds out a small pamphlet for Mors to read. As Mors grabs the pamphlet, he looks over at what is available to eat. One of the few things that grab his attention is Ribs covered in this inn secrete sauce.

'I really hope is BBQ sauce'

Though Mors to himself as he orders a plate of these ribs, called "Brown Sauce Ribs". With a side of a fresh salad and some cold cub of ale. The male servant happily smiles as he takes his order, going back to the kitchen to put his order.

Mors waits for his meal as he started to think about his future plans. As he thinks about his plans, two young-looking men sit at his table. Which Mors finds weird, as he assumes that this place will have enough tables for all of its guests. But soon one of the young men, dressed in a luxury blue dress started to speak. With short spiky blue hair.

"Hey Hey, might we know from what clan you are from?"

Mors looks a bit confused, hoping this is not going the way he thinks it is.

"my clan is none of your concern"

As Mors spoke in his arrogant tone, the face of the blue hair youngster turned ugly. The other younger man, with a bit more meat on his body. A greasy face and messy black hair spoke in an agitated tone.

"Watch what you said. We will let you know that we work under young master Yao."

"Yea, our master is feeling nice today and will reward you if you surrender to him if you become opponents"

Mors looks at this young man as he shakes his head in disappointment. He could guess that they pick on him because he was alone. After no young master or lady from any clan will dare to walk alone without a guard and a servant. Like that Zhihui lady.

Mors decided to ignore these extras as he waits for his meal. But these guys, being back by a strong and promising master made them feel fearless.

"Look at him go all quiet, probably a rogue cultivator"

"haha you might think you are a big shoot but compared to our master you are nothing but trash"

Mors continue to ignore these guys, but his quietness was taken as a form of submission. Making these two fearless boot lickers grow in arrogance. As the male servant finally appears with food in his hands, he puts it down in front of Mors.

As the sweet smell of the cook ribs with the sauces enter the nose of the three people sitting at their table. It made their body crave for it. As the chubby youngster was about to reach for one of the ribs. Mors spoke in a cold tone.

"You better stop before I make you regret it"

As the two of them look at Mors, they start to laugh loudly. Their laughter attracted the attention of some of the other tables.

"hhaha~ trying to act tough now?"

The chubby youngster said as his greasy fingers slowly got closer to one of Mor's ribs. But before he knew it, the chubby man was sent flying across the room. A large boom echoes on the guest's ears as the chubby youngster crashes against a wall.

Thankfully he did not crash and ruin someone's dinner. The spiky blue hair man looks at his companion with open and surprised eyes. As he looks back at Mors, he felt something land on his stomach as he was sent flying across the room. Landing next to his friend.

The stomach of both of these youngsters was caved in, almost like they were hit with a strong force. Of course, they were hit with a simple kick of Mors. Who 100 body stats were leagues above many cultivators, these two youngsters while on the mortal stage could not even put a defense against such difference in stats and stage.

Mors ignores all the looks he is getting as he started to eat one of his ribs. Disappointed painted on his face as he tastes the sauce on the ribs.

"Fuck…not BBQ"

As such Mors enjoys his meal, though in a foul mood as his plans of eating BBQ ribs all crash in front of him. Thankfully he was able to eat in peace, as do two youngsters stay unconscious the rest of the night. Mors only earned 200 fate points in total from this small fight.

Like this a week went by, Mors not wanting to deal with those youngster master. Stated to order food from his room. Soon it was time for the tournament as Mors stood in front of the building next to the colosseum. Ready to see how many fates points he will earn in this event.

[Name: Mors Mundin

Cultivation: Warrior Rank 1

Stats:

Mind: 100

Body: 100

Soul: 100

Sword: 50

Blood Line: Imperial(Emperor)

Legacy: War's Everlasting Concert

Martials Art:

[War Everlasting Dance(Primordial) Rank 1]

[Tsubame Gaeshi(Heaven) Rank 4 ]

[Soragui(Heaven) Rank 4]

[The Man Hunter(Heaven) Rank 2]

[War's First Symphony(Primordial) Rank 1]

Talents:

[Soft Feet][Martial Aura][Blood Thirsty Eyes]

Fate Points:494 ]