19. Crazy old man.

By the time I had finished gathering pretty much all the treasures from the various villages I had a small horde of clan members following me around.

"So what do you guys want?" I ask closing up my shop at the last village I could find.

"We would like to know who you are and where you come from." One of the representatives asks.

"Ryan Grim, from Glory City outside of the prison realm." I state calmly. I plan to have Nie Li move most of the starving people to glory city anyway, I'm simply too lazy to do it myself and wanted all the treasures.

"Outside of the prison realm?" They say with sparkly eyes.

"Yep, I'm basically the gate keeper now, even if you tried to get out youd simply be trapped and stripped of your cultivation on the other side." that's the formation I had placed on the other side.

"And who gave you the right?" another person asks.

"Ah it's very simply, I'm the adopted son of the city lord of glory city and miles ahead of any of you in cultivation including your leaders. legend rank fighters? Garbage. Demigod rank? I could slap them to death. speak to me again like that you little piece of shit and I'll kill you. In fact." a second later he is smashed into mest paste by pure pressure. "Anyone else want to mouth off to me?"

That was a legend ranked elder from one of the families who died to pure pressure.

"Peer pressure really is a killer." I joke but noone gets it. "Anyway do you guys want to trade for food or what?"

They all look at the crushed dead body of the elder and shiver.

"Do you have anything else to trade?" One of them asks curiously.

"I do, I have things like elixirs and pills for demon spiritualists. I accept rare plants, old books, and various treasures in trade including blood crystals. The more ancient and old am object, even if damaged, the more I'll pay for it." I tell them. "I'll wait here for 3 hours, then I'm leaving so better get going."

I pull out my stand and set various medicines on the wooden countertop as the quickly look at the medicines with greed.

Little did they know that this was absolute garbage to me and i had it in the millions.

"Best hurry before it's all gone. i would also love for some of you to get wild ideas about robbing me. So please bring your patriarchs if you think you can beat me in combat." i smile as they shiver in fear. "Also dont forget i have food to trade as well."

They all quickly speed off to get resources to trade.

Why am i doing this instead of just throwing everyone in my arena? Well there are rules. How can someone become my enemy if they dont have any knowledge of my existence? The best way to make enemies is to become known. None of the families here are any good people. Slavery, rape, murder, betrayal, this is a cultivation world.

Even I draw the lines somewhere. Or else I'm pretty sure I would lose my own humanity. Am i a bit hypocritical about some things? The answer is yes, everyone is human, noone has some pure heart of untainted gold.

If you got to travel to some anime or novel world you love, you would more than likely try to twist things into your own favor. Power, money, lust, survival. Anyone who says different is a liar.

I wave my hand and a bloody spatial ring is pulled out of the elders meat pile.

I toss it into my own spatial ring I'll check it later.

About 30 minutes later various people arrive including leaders of certain families.

Afterwards deals are quickly made for various pills and treasures. If only these guys knew how ripped off they were getting.

Thousands of blood Crystal's for a few hundred pounds of food? These were rare cultivation resources that could improve the physical body! Meat? I could pick up 10 pounds for a couple demon spirit coins. 100 blood crystal? Cost me a fortune if I wanted them.

After killing off the sacred family my multiverse travel had actually unlocked so I could go to a different world.

Did I plan to go to a different world right away? Maybe. But I wanted more resources. I'll still be able to come back here at any point I like but I still want to get other business out of the way.

I'm also deciding on what world to visit.

It will be a few more years in this world before I can go to the upper realms anyway.

The only thing up there worth anything is the diety roots for heavenly energy but my body produces that already due to the myriad painting and temporal book.

However having spiritual stones would be nice.

A couple hours after my little shop is finished selling things I'm approached by someone whom I didnt want to be approached by.

"You shouldn't be here? You shouldn't exist? You've changed something, how do you have the book?" a crazy old man approached rambling while glaring at me.

Not good.

"Bankai! Grand Coliseum!" I shout quickly.

The world shifts as the man lunges towards me.

This crazy old man was the person I was worried about. He was a top tier cultivator, a martial ancestor or higher. Rank and ranks higher than me.

The amount of bloodlust and killing intent this one old man held was absolutely terrifying.

This time there were no prisoners besides one. The old man with gray hair and a long beard who looked around crazily.

There were no spectators besides myself.

"The rules are simple, no spiritual energy, regular human power. You fight to the death, if you win you are set free, if you lose I decide your punishment." I call out as the old man looks at me with a bloodthirsty grin.

"Hoho? Finally some excitment!" he cackles.

Out marches my gladiator.

"The weapon will be, katana." I decide as the swords appear in hand.