Chapter 148 The Albigensians Sect Master was completely
shocked and gave up his dignity
The token in Arius’s hand bore not only the emblem of the Alchemy Alliance but also a bold,
golden character—“Victor”—etched with an imposing presence.
This single character radiated an enigmatic aura, its influence rippling through the void, as if
subtly altering the very fabric of the world. The pressure it exuded was faint, yet
undeniable—enough to make the sect master of Albigensians Sect, along with the gathered
elders and disciples, feel a suffocating weight pressing down on them.
The ability to carve such a character onto a token required a cultivator beyond mere Level 5
Perfection—perhaps even one who had surpassed the Level 5 Realm entirely.
The Alchemy Alliance. A cultivator beyond the Level 5 Realm…
As these thoughts converged, the sect master of Albigensians Sect found himself unwilling to
continue down that line of reasoning. The implications were too terrifying to contemplate.
Forget someone who had transcended the Level 5 Realm—even a cultivator at the early Level 5
stage could effortlessly hold dominion over an entire kingdom within Mist Province.
A mid-stage Level 5 cultivator was a rarity, akin to a phoenix feather or qilin horn.
From what the sect master knew, a late-stage Level 5 cultivator was the absolute pinnacle of
power across the Hundred Nations of Mist Province.
As for those who had surpassed the Level 5 Realm altogether… as far as Mist Province was
concerned, such beings did not exist.
A cold shiver ran down his spine.
It all made sense now. Everything made sense.
Arius had never been some lucky cultivator who stumbled upon a fortuitous opportunity. The
truth was far more alarming—his alchemy talent was simply too monstrous to ignore. He had
been directly recognized by an influential figure within the Alchemy Alliance.
Why Arius had not officially joined the Alliance as a permanent alchemist was no longer a
relevant question.
A mere Seventh or Eighth-Grade Alchemist Token was nothing compared to the personal token
he held—one emblazoned with the golden “Victor” character.
Thud!
Overwhelmed by sheer terror, the sect master of Albigensians Sect cast aside his dignity and
prostrated himself, forehead striking the ground with a resounding impact.
“I was blind! I was blind!”
“Mercy, my lord! Please, have mercy…”
As a Level 2 Perfection cultivator, he couldn’t address Arius as “senior,” given that Arius was
merely at the Level 1 Perfection stage. Instead, he could only demean himself as a lowly
servant in his pleas.
He was utterly terrified.
Moments ago, he had demanded that Arius cripple his own cultivation and be thrown into
Albigensians Sect’s dungeon.
But now, the Alchemist Alliance figure standing behind Arius was clearly not someone he could
afford to offend.
To anger such an existence would be catastrophic.
Forget his own insignificant life—even the Hundred Nations of Mist Province could be plunged
into turmoil over such a transgression.
And when that happened, neither Arius nor the Alchemy Alliance would even need to act
personally—both the righteous and demonic factions would rip him apart on principle alone.
The sight of their almighty sect master, bowing and kowtowing on the ground like a desperate
man begging for his life, sent a wave of disbelief through the gathered disciples of Albigensians
Sect.
The same sect master who once stood aloft and untouchable was now kneeling before a
grey-robed old man with a cultivation level below Level 2?
They couldn’t comprehend it.
Even if Arius had an extraordinary background, he was still just a Level 1 cultivator.
Even if he were the son of a noble prince, surely their sect master wouldn’t need to degrade
himself to this extent…?
Expressions of confusion and doubt spread across the ordinary disciples of Albigensians Sect.
Only the Level 1 deacons and Level 2 elders sensed the true gravity of the situation.
Even the hollow-eyed, emaciated man, the one who had been standing in eerie silence,
suddenly wore a drastic change of expression.
He was a madman, yes.
But he was not a fool.
The token in Arius’s hand—stamped with the golden character “Victor”—was clearly a personal
token belonging to a core disciple of the Alchemy Alliance.
The hollow-eyed, emaciated man knew far more about the Alchemy Alliance than the sect
master of Albigensians Sect did.
A core disciple of the Alchemy Alliance, even the weakest among them, would at minimum
reach the rank of a Third-Grade Alchemist in the future.
Such individuals held extraordinary status, even within the main branch of the Alliance itself.
With a figure of this caliber backing Arius, his position in the Aragon Kingdom, and even across
Mist Province, was untouchable.
There was simply no power capable of shaking him.
If something truly happened to Arius within Albigensians Sect, then with just that single token,
the hundreds of branches of the Alchemy Alliance spread across Mist Province would descend
upon Pyrenees Mountain County, razing it to the ground in a single night.
“Mercy, my lord! Please, grant me mercy…!”
At that moment, the hollow-eyed man also fell to his knees.
His kowtows were even more desperate than those of Albigensians Sect’s sect master. He
slammed his forehead into the ground repeatedly, completely unfazed even as his skin split
open and blood began to seep down his face.
Arius, however, remained unfazed by their sudden change in attitude.
For the sect master, this reaction was only natural.
To have cultivated to Level 2 Peak and ruled Albigensians Sect for many years, he obviously
possessed a fair understanding of the Alchemy Alliance and its power.
As for the hollow-eyed man, given that he had lived for several centuries as a cultivator at Level
2 Peak, it was only expected that he knew a thing or two about the Alchemy Alliance as well.
Arius cast them both a sidelong glance but did not bother acknowledging their pleas.
If he was going to make a scene… then he would make sure it was a big one.
“Summon your sect’s ancestors. Let this old man have a chat with them.”
His tone was calm, almost indifferent.
He wasn’t finished yet.
Of course, Arius knew better than to push Albigensians Sect into a corner—a desperate sect
would be willing to gamble everything, and with his current cultivation, he would stand no
chance if things truly spiraled out of control.
If he wasn’t careful, he might lose his life in the process.
The moment Arius’s demand registered, the sect master of Albigensians Sect stopped his
kowtowing and rose to his feet.
A mere Level 1 cultivator requesting an audience with the Level 3 ancestors of Albigensians
Sect would have normally been laughable.
But…if Arius was truly backed by a powerful figure from the Alchemy Alliance, then even a
Level 4 grand cultivator would have to treat him with respect.
“Please wait a moment, my lord! I will summon our ancestors at once!”
The sect master bowed deeply, his face filled with humility and unease.
He had no idea what Arius intended to do next.
But at this moment, all that mattered was survival—if presenting himself as subservient and
spineless could earn Arius’s forgiveness, then so be it.
Years of ruling a sect had taught him one thing—his dignity and reputation were merely illusions,
a mask to maintain order among his disciples.
True survival is in knowing when to yield.
And right now, there was nothing he wouldn’t sacrifice.
“I—I can summon Severus immediately!”
“My lord, please wait just a little longer! I will call for Severus right away…!”
The hollow-eyed man, still kneeling before Arius, lifted his head desperately.
Like the sect master, he saw this as an opportunity—if he could demonstrate his submission, he
might just be able to secure a path to survival.
Meanwhile, the other Level 2 elders of Albigensians Sect, though aware of the grave situation,
remained composed.
Unlike the sect master and the hollow-eyed man, they had not personally raised a hand against
Arius—thus, they were not yet in immediate danger.
There was, however, one person whose mind went completely blank—
The bald elder.
Moments ago, he had been the first to move against Arius.
His hands trembled as his thoughts spiraled into chaos.
And he was not the only one.
Another elder, a Level 2 Early-Stage cultivator, who had also attacked Arius earlier, now stood
completely frozen in place, his face drained of all color.
Before he could even react, however—
Boom!
A powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from Leon, a Level 2 Peak elder of Albigensians
Sect.
In a flash, he struck with lethal force.
“You dare to lay a hand on our lord? You court death!”
With a single palm strike, he shattered the Level 2 Early-Stage elder into a mangled pile of flesh
and blood.
In ordinary circumstances, an Early-Stage Level 2 cultivator would still have some chance of
escaping from a Peak-level opponent.
However, due to his lifebound treasure being damaged, the elder had suffered severe spiritual
backlash, leaving him in a weakened state.
Thus, when faced with the bald elder’s overwhelming force, he had no chance to resist at all.