Chapter 149: Master Severus’ ruthlessness, settling the issue
peacefully
As the Level 2 Early-Stage elder was slain on the spot, shock and silence fell over the entire
Albigensians Sect.
Every disciple and deacon stood frozen in place, their minds blank with disbelief.
The Albigensians Sect strictly forbade internal bloodshed.
At least on the surface, this rule had always been upheld as an iron law.
Yet now—
That law had been shattered.
And the one who broke it… was none other than a Level 2 elder of Albigensians Sect himself.
A single glance at the elder’s mangled corpse was enough to send chills down the spines of
every cultivator present.
No one spoke.
Not a single disciple of the Albigensians Sect dared utter a word.
Even the sect master, who would normally be responsible for maintaining order, had no mind to
spare for his subordinates’ thoughts.
At this moment, he had only one desire—to survive.
That was all that mattered.
With trembling hands, the sect master of Albigensians Sect took out four transmission
talismans, sending urgent messages to the Level 3 ancestors of the sect.
At the same time, the hollow-eyed, emaciated man also began transmitting his own signals,
seeking contact with Grandmaster Severus.
As for the other Level 2 elders, they stood still as statues, their expressions devoid of emotion,
as if they were merely spectators to the unfolding chaos.
Meanwhile, the bald elder, the first to descend upon the scene, remained rooted to the spot.
His face twisted with insanity—one moment, he was kneeling and weeping, the next, slapping
himself violently, and then begging Arius for mercy over and over again.
The Level 1 deacons, too, kept their heads down, each lost in their own thoughts, unwilling to
draw attention to themselves.
As for the Body Tempering disciples, their expressions varied—some were confused, some
disappointed, and some seemed to have suddenly understood something, quietly lowering their
heads as they fell deep into contemplation.
A heavy, doom-laden atmosphere loomed over Albigensians Sect
The scent of impending destruction filled the air.
Through it all, Arius stood motionless, gripping his token, having spoken no more than ten
sentences since his arrival.
Then in the span of just two breaths four colossal auras erupted from deep within Albigensians
Sect’s restricted grounds.
The sheer magnitude of their presence rippled across the skies, suppressing the land for
hundreds of miles.
There was no doubt—
The four Level 3 ancestors of Albigensians Sect had emerged from seclusion!
The Level 3 ancestors rarely intervened in sect affairs.
Their status in Albigensians Sect was akin to Arius’s position in the De Molinos Clan—exalted
figures whom the sect nurtured and protected.
Only in times of catastrophic crisis—when Level 2 cultivators alone could not resolve an
issue—would they abandon their seclusion and step forth.
Arius’s entrance into Albigensians Sect had not been enough to stir them.
If not for the sect master and the hollow-eyed man sending urgent reports, these Level 3
ancestors would have never spared Arius a second glance.
The gap between Level 1 and Level 3 was simply too vast.
From the depths of Albigensians Sect, the four Level 3 ancestors strode forward.
Each step they took defied gravity, their sheer mana allowing them to walk freely through the air
without the aid of treasures.
A common saying in the cultivation world was:
“Above the Dao Foundation, one opens the Level 3. Within the Level 3, one condenses the
Golden Core.”
Once a cultivator successfully formed their Core, they would gain the ability to soar freely
through the skies.
For now, these four Level 3 ancestors could only step through the air briefly—but it was still a
sign of their superiority over Level 2 cultivators.
At the sight of their arrival, Albigensians Sect’s disciples erupted with excitement.
Even the Level 1 deacons lifted their heads, eager to see how the ancestors would handle
Arius.
However, the very next moment, something happened that none of them could have expected.
The leading Level 3 ancestor, Grandmaster Severus, suddenly shifted his gaze toward the sect
master of Albigensians Sect.
A cold snort left his lips… in an instant, a colossal sword manifested behind him.
Whoosh!!
The massive sword pierced through the sky, striking with terrifying speed.
Before the sect master of Albigensians Sect could even register what was happening—
His chest had already been impaled.
“Ugh…”
His eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
He was a Level 2 Peak cultivator!
He had even held hopes of breaking through to the Level 3 realm in the future.
Within the Albigensians Sect, his status was second only to the four Level 3 ancestors
themselves.
And yet without uttering a single word, Grandmaster Severus had cut him down with one sword
strike.
The moment the colossal sword pierced through the sect master of Albigensians Sect, his life
force collapsed instantaneously.
Grandmaster Severus had personally executed Albigensians Sect’s sect master—yet he didn’t
even blink as he did so.
With a mere thought, the giant sword moved once more.
This time, its target was the bald elder, a cultivator at Level 2 Peak.
To slay two Level 2 Peak cultivators back-to-back—
For Albigensians Sect, this was an earth-shattering loss.
However, Grandmaster Severus could not afford to hesitate.
The cultivation method he practiced, the Creation Art, had reached a critical stage.
If all went according to plan, three years from now, he would seize the body of Young Master
Fred.
As long as he successfully broke through to the Level 4 realm and used the technique of
cultivation transference to steal Fred’s body, his lifespan would extend to the absolute limit of a
Level 4 cultivator.
Furthermore, the parasite that a Velmorian Sect elder had secretly planted within him would no
longer pose any threat.
With an extended lifespan and the superior talent of Fred’s body, his future prospects would be
limitless.
At this moment, the last thing he wanted was to provoke Arius.
In his eyes, Arius was nothing more than an insect.
However, the power represented by the token in Arius’s hand was not something he could afford
to offend.
His priority was to appease Arius—to provide him with a satisfactory resolution.
As long as his plans remained undisturbed, as long as this incident did not bring trouble upon
himself, then even if he had to slaughter half of Albigensians Sect’s Level 2 cultivators, he
wouldn’t bat an eye.
To him, these elders, deacons, and disciples were nothing more than expendable resources.
The hollow-eyed, emaciated man trembled violently as he watched both the sect master and the
bald elder perish before his eyes.
He was terrified beyond measure.
He was a madman, a brute, and a ruthless killer—but only when it came to others.
When it came to his own life, he cherished it dearly.
He had thought Grandmaster Severus would target him next—
But to his surprise, Grandmaster Severus instead let out a pained sigh and pulled out a storage
pouch, before forcing a strained smile as he approached Arius.
“Daoist friend, those two fools who dared to offend you have already been dealt with.”
“Please accept this small token of sincerity. I hope you will overlook our sect’s mistakes and
forgive us.”
His voice was humble and respectful, as if he were standing before a Peak Level 4 grand
cultivator rather than a mere Level 1 Peak junior.
Arius glanced briefly at the storage pouch in Grandmaster Severus’s hand.
Through his spiritual sense, he immediately perceived its contents.
Inside the pouch, there were 3,000 lower-grade spirit stones, along with a variety of precious
herbs, cultivation techniques, pills, magical artifacts, and other miscellaneous materials.
The total value of these resources was at least 7,000 lower-grade spirit stones—or, when
converted into spirit stone shards, 700,000 shards.
Even for Grandmaster Severus, this was an incredibly painful sum to part with.
But he had no choice.
He simply wanted to end this situation as quickly as possible.
A few resources were a small price to pay.
As long as he increased taxes and extracted more resources from Albigensians Sect’s
subordinate factions, he would eventually recover the losses.
However, Arius did not accept the pouch.
The value of its contents was indeed substantial.
But Arius had not come to Albigensians Sect -not after all this effort- just for a mere bribe.