Chapter 105: Moving Mountain Sect

As soon as the Level 2 cultivator unleashed his aura, the three Level 2 elders guarding Lord Fred all furrowed their brows.

Since Lord Fred had left Albigensians Sect, he had already stirred up countless grudges and resentment.

However, when it came to Level 1 cultivators or weaker sects, the three elders had never been concerned.

But this time, Lord Fred had provoked a Level 2 cultivator.

Even within Aragon Country, a Level 2 cultivator was considered a mid-to-upper-tier cultivator in the grand hierarchy of the cultivation world.

Regardless of how weak a Level 2 cultivator might be, when pushed to the limit, they could still unleash terrifying destruction.

Most notably, if a Level 2 cultivator was truly cornered, they could detonate their Dao foundation and burn their life essence—a self-destruction technique capable of unleashing one final, devastating blow.

A self-detonation from an Early Level 2 cultivator could produce an impact comparable to a Late Level 2 or even Peak Level 2 attack.

Of course, most Level 2 cultivators would never resort to such an extreme measure.

Self-destruction was the final act of absolute desperation, a path that led to total annihilation—even their soul would be obliterated, leaving them without any chance for reincarnation.

That being said, even if this Early Level 2 cultivator didn’t self-destruct, if he was determined to fight to the death, he still had a chance of taking Lord Fred down with him.

The three Level 2 elders guarding Lord Fred were also all at the Early Level 2 stage.

Against a rampaging Level 2 cultivator, they could not guarantee Lord Fred’s survival, given that he was merely at the Organ Tempering stage.

“Lord Fred.”

“Please restrain yourself… This man is a Level 2 cultivator. His background is unknown!”

A wrinkled elder, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, spoke in a low voice, attempting to dissuade Lord Fred.

In Albigensians Sect, seniority was typically determined by cultivation level.

Even if someone was a disciple of a Level 3 Grandmaster, if their own cultivation was too weak, they would still have to address stronger sect members as Senior Brother, Martial Uncle, or even Martial Elder.

But Lord Fred was an exception.

Grandmaster Severus had personally decreed that Lord Fred should be treated as an equal to the Level 2 elders of the sect.

Even the Level 1 deacons had to address him as Martial Uncle, let alone the inner and outer disciples.

After Lord Fred joined the sect, Grandmaster Severus had broken numerous rules just for him!

Many sect members had never understood why.

Even if Lord Fred’s talent was extraordinary, was it truly worth breaking so many traditions for his sake?

“Senior Brother!”

“This is not because I am lustful, nor is this about bullying others…”

“That woman’s physique is special—she is beneficial to my cultivation. That is why I must have her.”

“Surely, Senior Brother remembers what my master said? He explicitly instructed that if anything can aid my cultivation, you must help me obtain it.”

“Are you suggesting that you would defy Grandmaster Severus’s will?”

Lord Fred’s voice carried an unmistakable threat as he looked down at the three Level 2 elders of Albigensians Sect.

With Grandmaster Severus backing him, and with his own boundless potential, Lord Fred had long since ceased to view these elders as equals.

To him, these Early Level 2 cultivators were worthless, their potential long since exhausted.

“You…!”

One of the Albigensians Sect elders, his face dark with fury, was on the verge of rebuking Lord Fred.

However, at that moment, the straw-hatted elder raised a hand, stopping him.

“Enough.”

“Since that is the case, we shall handle the negotiations.”

“Grandmaster Severus’s will must not be defied.”

At the elders’ reluctant agreement, a satisfied expression appeared on Lord Fred’s face.

This was power.

This was the privilege of talent.

What were Level 2 elders to him?

In his eyes, they were nothing more than old dogs.

With Grandmaster Severus backing him, Lord Fred saw himself as the undisputed ruler within tens of thousands of miles of Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture.

Anyone who defied his will was challenging the heavens themselves.

Meanwhile…

In the shadows, Arius watched the spectacle unfold with a leisurely gaze, always prepared to slip away unnoticed.

“I never expected Albigensians Sect to have such a depraved disciple…”

But after a brief moment of contemplation, Arius’s gaze shifted, now filled with a hint of sympathy for Lord Fred.

He had studied many demonic cultivation texts, and one thing was clear—a Level 3 Grandmaster of a major sect would never indulge a disciple without a hidden agenda.

No matter how gifted a disciple was, a sect would always balance privileges with discipline, carefully guiding their growth.

That was how true prodigies were cultivated.

Yet here was Grandmaster Severus, deliberately spoiling Lord Fred, allowing him to run rampant without consequence…

The implications were deeply unsettling.

Arius couldn’t help but recall the many sinister techniques recorded in demonic cultivation manuals—methods of body possession, corpse refinement, and even living pill refinement…

His fingers unconsciously tightened.

“This doesn’t bode well for him at all…”

Shaking his head slightly, Arius refocused on the scene unfolding before him.

“Enough!”

The Level 2 cultivator—the one whose Dao companion Lord Fred had just tried to claim—had reached his limit.

His rage ignited, his aura flared, and one artifact after another appeared around him, clearly prepared to fight three Level 2 elders at once.

Even though he knew he was outnumbered, he would not back down.

This wasn’t just about his Dao companion—it was about his dignity.

He was no weakling to be stepped on without resistance.

“Well, well, Albigensians Sect…”

“A pampered brat like you dares to provoke me?”

“You don’t even know whose head you’re stepping on.”

“I am an Elder of the Mountain-Moving Sect!”

“Challenging me is the same as challenging my sect!”

His cold voice rang through the hall as he summoned his artifacts, and at the same time, he raised a golden token, surrounded by intricate runes of power.

The token radiated overwhelming pressure, and two ancient characters were clearly engraved upon it—

“Mountain-Moving.”

The moment Mountain-Moving Sect was mentioned, the three Albigensians Sect elders all froze in place, their expressions darkening with hesitation.

Mountain-Moving Sect…

Unlike Albigensians Sect, which was a regional power, the Mountain-Moving Sect was an external force beyond Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture.

And most importantly…

They had a Level 4 cultivator at their helm.

In terms of heritage and strength, the Mountain-Moving Sect was slightly superior to the Albigensians Sect.

However, their allegiance was not with the Sea Sand King, but with a rival Aragon Country warlord.

During times of peace, Albigensians Sect would never dare to provoke a sect like the Mountain-Moving Sect.

But now?

With the warlords of Aragon Country at war, the Mountain-Moving Sect and the Albigensians Sect were already natural enemies.

Even if Albigensians Sect was weaker, the Sea Sand King would never allow the Mountain-Moving Sect to suppress them.

“Mountain-Moving Sect? Heh…”

“You seem to forget where you are.”

“You stand in Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture—Sea Sand King’s domain!”

“Summon Floating Dream Pavilion’s overseer! This outsider must be suppressed.”

As the three Albigensians Sect elders tightened their encirclement around the Level 2 elder, they simultaneously called upon the guardian of the Floating Dream Pavilion.

The guardian was a Late Level 2 cultivator.

If he was not in seclusion, then subduing an Early Level 2 opponent would be effortless.

At that moment, a formidable aura erupted from the third floor of Floating Dream Pavilion—

The guardian had awakened!