At that mont, Dustfey’s eyes widened. She froze as she sensed a dangerous atmosphere around her.
As if ti was moving in slow motion, he saw the Fla Wheel approach at a speed far faster than she knew she could move.
It wasn’t seeming to slow down either. ’What is he intending to do? Kill ?’ She mused, taking out her Dark Ore baton and swiping it against the Fla Wheel in front of her.
At once, the spell fizzled into re mana in the air, brushing past Dustfey in a hot gust.
She turned toward Lyrian with a stomp, "What is the aning behind this assault!?"
Lyrian walked forward calmly, "Well firstly, I wanted you to understand what kind of ’potential’ I had since that was your desire, right?"
"Still! Do you think I would tolerate an attack that was clearly aid to damage ?!" Dustfey’s tone was stern.
"I knew that you were competent enough to counter the attack with your baton, or else, I would have never cast that spell." Lyrian was nonchalant, but inwardly, both he and Dustfey knew the true intentions behind this threat of an attack. ’So if I were to talk back, I’d just be insulting my own competence huh? Good choice of words... brat.’ Dustfey sheathed her baton. ’He’s getting out of control. I thought Leader Jue had confird his loyalty, but it seems he was mistaken.’
"Fine! You pass this test." Dustfey turned at that mont, "Follow to the Servant Sect."
Dustfey led Lyrian back up to the main enormous pavilion estate that existed on top of the hill that separated the normal land from the Dark Lands where the slaves worked.
This siheyuan-esque structure was the dwelling of the Black Petal Sect Head Master, as Lyrian quickly ca to find out. He was also known as the First Head. However, from what Dustfey told him, the Head Master was currently out training in isolation.
Apart from that, it was also the dwelling of the top-potential disciples of the sect and other important figures.
Moreover, it was also the transportation terminal between the three lands of the underground realm that the Black Petal Sect resided in. Without entering this massive building, one couldn’t pass over to any other side.
Dustfey led Lyrian to the third and final part of the land. The Green Lands. As Lyrian ca down from the top of the hill he saw a vast forest, birds flying around, creatures seemingly thriving everywhere you looked. And a few miles off was a mountain range, where the bulk of the sect was located.
Although ’top-potential’ students resided in the Terminal Sect (Pavilion between lands), they were only there temporarily. If they had business to tend to or other things, they would live there, but otherwise, this place in front of Lyrian would be their ho.
He slowly ascended the mountainous path with Dustfey, eventually reaching the Servant Sect which was located near the base of the mountain.
A few thousand feet above the Servant Sect, on another mountain, was the Red Petal Sect. The official Black Petal Sect was founded as different pillars across the various mountain tops.
Dustfey dropped Lyrian off at a small siheyuan-esque courtyard in the Servant Sect. Unlike in the Dark Lands, this ti there was actually decent structure. There were small rooms all around, and more buildings of a similar style quite close by as well.
The place was beautiful. There were rivers and forests, and these rivers fell down from the mountain to make waterfalls.
Dustfey said her final words before leaving, "Here." She chucked a small token over to him. It was a badge that he could put on his chest. A silver patch that had the words "Top Servant" inscribed on it. "It’s only a matter of ti now before you beco a real disciple of the sect. Just be good and do what you’re told."
Lyrian didn’t waste ti saying goodbye or anything. He was in a rush at this point. "Your room is 301AD! Brat!" Dustfey yelled before jumping off the edge of the mountain and leaving. ’He’s going to have to figure everything out by himself since he skipped so many roles. But... that’s on him.’
Lyrian walked up the two steps from the courtyard to the 10-foot-long porches in front of the rooms of the courtyard. Canopy roofs above this porch stretched above it, giving it a more inside hallway type of vibe even though it was outside.
He looked around for his room, and as he did, he saw so other people nearby. Everyone in the servant sect was aged 13-18, and the two in front of Lyrian were most likely around 15 years old.
As they neared him, talking about random things that 15-year-olds talked about, they shot odd glances at him. "A new kid?" They began to whisper to each other. "Huh... We should have gotten notice that he was here."
As they approached him on the porch hall, they were about to tease him a little, as that was normal to do in the servant sect.
The whole hierarchy of the
Black Petal Sect was a giant part of life in the underground realm. For this reason, any sort of ranking that you had over another person was seen as imnse.
Many people wanted to flex this ranking, as it ant the difference between life and death in this sect. So, even with the little bit of servant ranking that they thought they had over Lyrian, they wanted to showcase it.
Whether it be for their own satisfaction, or to show dominance to another, it was all the sa.
Just before they spoke, however, they both glanced at his badge just in case and saw that he was a Top Servant.
Both of their faces turned a bit sour on seeing this, and they quickly straightened their pace and looked away. There was no way they were going to try and talk shit to a person who was higher ranked than them since it ant Lyrian was far stronger.
After walking far enough away to where they thought Lyrian couldn’t hear them anymore, they exclaid in a loud tone, "What the hell!?" "How can a newbie be so high ranked?"
At that mont, one of them tapped the other on the shoulder hard, "Hey! Shush!" "Huh?" "Look..." He pointed at a room that they were just about to approach. The other guy turned pale, "Shit... we shouldn’t have said that."
At that mont, the door of the room they were looking at suddenly flew open. "Did you say... high-ranked newbie? That ans he’s strong right?" A big 18-year-old young man walked out of the room, hitting his fist against his palm. "Oh shit..."
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