The Aftermath

(AN: Warning. This novel has a lot of descriptive scenes. There's a lot of blood and gore. There's no fairness. No cockroach enemies. Anyone overly arrogant doesn't live for long.)

Looking at the burning ruins of the sect, a young boy laid on the ground. He was very handsome with looks even many women, let alone men, envied for. Looks like these could surely bring narcissistic tendencies, but at that moment he was in no mood to admire himself. With a dead look in his eyes, something only people who had nothing left to live for had, he did nothing.

Around him were headless corpses with all of the heads seemingly looking at him, as if they were blaming him for the state they were in. This eerie scene continued for 8 hours until focus finally came to the boy's eyes.

"Why are you staring at me? It's not my fault all of died." The young boy looked at the decapitated heads as he recognized them. The man with the bright red hair was the sect master of the Profound Violet Sect.

"His hair seems more vibrant than ever." The young boy forces a smile. If a person looked closely, they would recognize that the "vibrant" hair was actually blood. Since cultivators had dense bloodlines, their blood after they died, remained vibrant than ever. If the sect master knew the boy had just made a joke of his decapitated head, he would probably come back as a ghost to kill the boy.

"You never really cared about your sect. When the enemy came, you were the first one run away. If I could thank them, I would thank them for ending your life...well before killing them all of course." The boy sneered at the head. The boy didn't really care about the death of the sect master. The sect master had always been a nepotist. All the elders were brought to their positions by him, so it was only a matter of time before the sect master's and the elders' descendants began abusing their powers. When a cultivator flying nearby saw one of these so-called "young masters", he got enraged, killing the young master on spot. What followed was a series of both parties calling for backup, until the flying cultivator's third cousin's uncle's grandfather heard the news. The grandfather used this excuse to rally his forces for a sect extermination. The young boy witnessed this entire scene because it was fairly common in the sect, only this time it was on a grander scale.

"How the world works. Because of one tiny character, an entire sect, mostly innocent cultivators died." The young boy sighed as he continued pondering. The only people he cared about in his sect were some of his junior and senior sisters. When he first arrived to the sect, his sisters instantly took a liking to him, giving him cultivation resources and letting him stay in their quarters. He didn't want to see them because it would only make him sadder.

"Dammit!" The young boy tried moving his body, but it didn't respond to his movements. He quickly revolved his golden core as he absorbed Qi from the air around him. After a few minutes of absorption, he reached his peak strength. His entire body made cracking noises when he stood up, as if he finally got up after days of being motionless, which is exactly happened.

"Ahhh, dammit! Just when you've found a good sect to cultivate in, it gets exterminated with only you as it's survivor." The young boy flicked his hand creating a mirror.

"Perfection! As handsome as ever!" The young boy laughed with delight as he continued admiring himself.

"Oh, right! There's that!" The young boy face quickly changed as he thought of what had happened earlier when the enemy attacked his sect.

"Hmm....What exactly happened to me earlier?" The young boy searched his memories. When the enemy attacked the Profound Violet sect.