AS SOON AS the fatty of a sect master got up from the wall he got stuck with, he delightfully looked at Yang Lujia and ran to the latter’s side as though he had seen his long-lost lover.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Yang Lujia was frightened that he unconsciously used the rules of ti, stopping the sect master’s tracks. “You’re making all the hair on my body stand!”
Another ti later, the two finally settled down, with Yang Lujia’s eyes strangely looking at the sect master’s worshipping eyes. “Why are you suddenly like that? Before, your voice really sounded so dignified and now you act like a little girl.”
“Nothing, brother! It’s been a long ti since soone was able to send flying. Not even the sect masters of the other sects can do that. I grow my fats for a purpose.
“Although I have a saber that is of the level of an earth-ranked imperial relic, I still neglect using it despite my master always telling that I am more talented when I use a saber. However, I still wanted to eat more. It helps grow stronger when I use the technique I created by always eating. I called it the Food Supremacy Art!”
Yang Lujia was sowhat tempted to extract that technique from this fatty. Food was sothing very close to his heart as he also had the sa technique, his being more advanced, however. It wouldn’t hurt to collect more, though. Nonetheless, he forced himself not to. Instead, he kept his stoic face with arms crossed over his chest, his eyes still on the fatty’s fanatic face..
“What’s that got to do with you worshipping right now? You look like if I told you to run amok across regions, you will do it unconditionally,” Yang Lujia grumbled. “I haven’t expected that the father Elder Sun Lang respected is so weirdo like you.”
“Huh?” The sect master’s head was imdiately filled with question marks. “Who’s Elder Sun Lang?”
“Isn’t she your daughter? That’s her na, right?” Yang Lujia asked, almost slapping himself for forgetting another na again.
It was like when soone insignificant intermingled with him, he’d tend to forget them. Unlike the recent subordinates he recruited, he could pretty much rember their nas.
That might be because he had already ford karma with them by trying to create Origin Court or by simply letting them know that it would sooner co into existence and they would beco part of it.
“What Elder Sun Lang? She’s called Sun Ling!” the fatty replied. “Anyway, I apologize for my attitude right now, but I could hardly find an opponent like you who could send flying just with your palm. I was only able to experience that when I once sparred with a friend of mine from the Autonomous Region.”
“Autonomous Region?” Yang Lujia’s attention was piqued. “What region was that? And where are we?”
“I don’t know much because we rarely co out from our region to visit other regions,” the fatty replied, but his face suddenly turned serious. “However, I can tell you that the Autonomous Region had the strongest of the strongest people. It was said that they have people whose cultivation levels were way above mine. The friend I ntioned was one of them.”
“Do you know what’s above the Saint Realm, then?”
“My friend called it the Saint King Realm. I don’t know if it was true, but coming from him, it should be. Further details could be found in our sect library, though. He gave a textbook about the Saint King Realm,” the fatty replied. “By the way, that friend of mine was also fat like . Actually, he was the one who proposed to to create a technique beneficial for heavy eaters like us.”
Yang Lujia nodded and thought about the Autonomous Region again. “If that place where your friend should be residing was called the Autonomous Region, what is this region called, then?”
“This region where we are now is known as the Third Region, the region where sects stood erect. All in all, there are three regions, the First Region being considered the strongest and the most mysterious, the Second Region which was considered to be on par with the First Region, and us, considered the weakest,” the fatty dispiritedly said.
“So, you’re the weakest. If we have sects in this region, though, what about the other regions? What kind of organizations they do put up?”
“Good question! If we have sects, the First Region has nests while the Second Region has churches. They’re pretty united and organized. Unlike ours, we are pretty ssy here. Others would even issue sect wars for the sake of so treasure or for the appearance of a peerless weapon.”
Yang Lujia naturally understood that. However, what really astonished him was what the fatty said about the other two regions—united and organized. Did that an that sothing strong was ruling over them? That was why they were that peaceful?
‘I doubt it. If a peerless treasure would appear in those regions, I’ll bet all of my treasures to the table and whoever is betting against mine will definitely lose. No matter, the greed of people has no limits. Others would even risk their lives to obtain the things that they want. So, I doubt it. Nevertheless, the competition there must only be discreet and is not being shown to the public, unlike here in the Third Regions.’ That’s why it appeared to be peaceful to others.’
He then coughed and faced the fatty with a serious face. “Then, would that an that they have soone or a more powerful group of people backing them while yours don’t have that?”
“Unfortunately, yes. That is why during the Heavenly Selection, the Third Region is always the bullied region out of the three as we aren’t able to recruit many disciples because we have limited resources to attract the most talented ones,” the fatty said, his face a bit frowning. “You also saw it, right? The competition going on in the Third Region… no sect would want to humiliate themselves as they already have experienced the humiliation back then.”
“I see,” Yang Lujia said, his one hand rubbing his chin. “The Heavenly Selection seems to be really important. What kind of resources do they give you that you would want to push things to your limits? You know, you could just ignore it and not participate.”
The fatty shook his head and said, “Unfortunately, this isn’t just a simple matter. The rewards they give are enough for us to nurture disciples and/or fatten our sect’s wealth to the peak. A hundred years wouldn’t be an exaggeration. We aren’t told about what organization was trying to make this happen. We only knew that the Autonomous Region also had a backing, even stronger than the First and Second Regions’.
“I heard from my friend that they are called the Two Supre Temples. Other than that, I also heard that the sponsors for the Autonomous Region are these temples which we never knew what their actual nas are. In our minds, the rewards are more attractive. Everything else is secondary.”
“Temples, huh,” Yang Lujia said as he grinned. “Thanks for the information, brother. I’ll be sure to repay you, then. You just need to gather talented disciples for the Heavenly Selection, right? To get bountiful rewards, I’ll help you look for so talented disciples. Where can I look for these people, though? Where do you usually look for them?”
The fatty was delighted that he clapped his bouncy hands as he stood up. “That’s great, brother! With you aiding us, it will beco much easier for us to shine during the Heavenly Selection.” His eyes were tearing up, with clasped hands, closing his eyes like a fat angel with tiny wings on his back.
“Fatty, stop it…” Yang Lujia trailed off and he continued the thoughts he wanted to say in his mind…
‘Honestly, you look a little gross… and do you think I am doing this for your sake? This is only the beginning of my plan, brother.’
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