Chapter 145 Entering the Mountain Gate, Calm and Unhurried
Because they had powerful backers, the gatekeeping disciples of Albigensians Sect were
usually arrogant and domineering.
Though their official status was only that of outer disciples, there were times when they didn’t
even take inner disciples seriously.
As Arius approached the sect’s mountain gate, a white-robed, pale-skinned gatekeeper
immediately shouted at him with a cold sneer.
“Halt!”
“Old man, how dare you trespass on the sacred grounds of Albigensians Sect? Are you looking
for death?!”
The disciple who spoke was only at the Early Blood Tempering Stage of Body Tempering.
Even though he clearly saw Arius flying in on a sword and recognized that he was a Level 1
Realm cultivator, his face was still full of disdain.
In Albigensians Sect, Level 1 Realm cultivators were nothing unusual.
If Arius had been wearing the official robe of an Elder, the gatekeeper wouldn’t have dared to be
so brazen.
However, Arius’s attire was nothing but a simple long robe.
To this gatekeeper, Arius was probably just a Level 1 cultivator from one of Albigensians Sect’s
subordinate forces—nothing more than a lowly servant paying respects to the sect master with
an offering of resources.
Every year around this time, there were always Level 1 cultivators from Albigensians Sect’s
vassal factions who came to present tributes.
As a gatekeeper, he had powerful backing—either a Level 2 Elder or a Level 3 Ancestor.
To them, vassal cultivators at the Level 1 Realm were nothing but ants.
Unless a Level 2 Realm cultivator arrived, they wouldn’t even bother restraining themselves.
These gatekeepers, emboldened by the elders and ancestors behind them, even dared to extort
and oppress inner disciples of their own sect.
How could they possibly show respect to mere vassal cultivators?
As the white-robed, pale-skinned disciple finished speaking, another short and stocky disciple
with cropped hair joined in.
With his nose upturned, he looked at Arius with arrogant disdain, his voice filled with contempt.
“Old thing…”
“You want to meet our Sect Master, don’t you?”
“Well, that depends on how you behave. If you know what’s good for you… we can make sure
you get in without any trouble.”
“But if you don’t, if you delay business too long… and our Sect Master doesn’t receive your
tribute soon, your entire faction might just disappear from Pyrenees Mountain County forever.”
A thinly veiled threat laced the stocky disciple’s words.
Over the years, he had extorted many Level 1 cultivators while standing guard here.
Though his own strength was pathetically low, his ancestor was a Level 3 cultivator.
As long as he avoided offending Level 2 Realm cultivators, and as long as he was careful not to
cross the line, even the Sect Master himself would turn a blind eye—out of respect for his Level
3 backer.
“What are you looking at?”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to see the Sect Master?”
“Old man, I advise you not to be ignorant of the situation… otherwise—hmpf!”
The white-robed disciple spoke again, his tone even more overbearing.
Though he did not have a Level 3 ancestor, he had two Level 2 uncles, and his cousin was a
Level 1 Elder of the sect.
With such connections, he had no fear when extorting Level 1 cultivators.
Faced with the threats of these two Blood Tempering cultivators, Arius remained indifferent.
After all, when you grow old, the buzzing of flies around your ears is best handled with a single
slap.
Just as the two gatekeepers grew more brazen, their faces filled with arrogant superiority, Arius
slowly extended his aged hand.
Boom!!
With a mere wave of his palm, the short and stocky disciple exploded into a mist of blood!
A suffocating stench of blood instantly filled the air.
The white-robed disciple’s face turned deathly pale at the sight.
His entire body trembled uncontrollably, and in an instant, his bowels gave way, his muscles
twisted in sheer terror.
For years, he had stood high and mighty at the sect’s entrance, lording over others.
It had been far too long since he had witnessed the true brutality of the cultivation world.
At the same time, this was the first time he had ever faced death.
“How dare you…!”
“You… you…”
The pale-skinned gatekeeper disciple nearly collapsed to the ground, his mind completely blank,
speaking purely on instinct.
In his subconscious, Level 1 cultivators from subordinate factions would never dare cause
trouble in Albigensians Sect.
It never even crossed his mind that Arius’s arrival had nothing to do with tribute offerings.
Boom! Boom!
Arius didn’t respond. Instead, he casually conjured a fireball, incinerating the pale-skinned
gatekeeper into nothing but ash.
There was no helping it—his filthy state was truly disgusting. Arius simply couldn’t tolerate the
sight of it, so he used fireball magic to cleanse the filth before him.
The brutal slaughter of two gatekeepers quickly caught the attention of inner and core disciples
moving in and out of the sect.
Without hesitation, Arius seized a Core Disciple at the Early Organ Tempering Stage, roughly
searched him, and snatched his sect entry pass.
The gatekeepers had entry passes as well, but during Arius’s attack, their passes were
shattered into pieces.
Now holding an official sect pass, Arius strode directly into Albigensians Sect—without a hint of
concern.
He still remembered the first time he had entered Albigensians Sect to cultivate… back then, he
had been nervous and uneasy.
But now, walking the same path once more, he felt completely indifferent—his once deep
reverence had long since faded.
Watching Arius’s retreating figure, not a single inner or core disciple dared to stand in his way.
They could all feel the terrifying pressure emanating from him!
Most inner and core disciples in Albigensians Sect were only at the Bone Tempering and Organ
Tempering Stages.
Though none dared stop Arius, they immediately sent urgent messages to notify the sect of the
crisis at the mountain gate.
Soon, as the news of two gatekeepers being slain and Arius storming into the sect spread…
The Sect Master of Albigensians Sect flew into a fury on the spot.
In an instant, countless Level 1 Elders and Level 2 Grandmasters unleashed their spiritual
senses, scouring the sect for Arius.
Before this, elders from the demonic Velmorian Sect had forcefully invaded the sect and
demanded they become slaves—and they had endured it.
But now, a mere Level 1 cultivator dared to wreak havoc within their sect?!
This was a blatant disregard for Albigensians Sect—a humiliation not seen in a thousand years.
Arius made no attempt to conceal his aura.
Barely a quarter of an hour after entering the sect, his location was already locked onto by
multiple Level 2 cultivators’ spiritual senses.
“How dare you trespass into the sacred grounds of Albigensians Sect! Such impudence! Such
audacity!”
From the void, a bald man descended, walking directly toward Arius.
His presence was terrifying, and as he spoke, the very air seemed to tremble.
Every word he uttered carried a vast pressure, roaring in the ears of the sect’s disciples like
thunder crashing and waves surging.