Youthful Official

As he saw the effect of his mental energy's application. He nodded slightly, satisfied by the effect it produced. He closed his eyes delving back into his thoughts. In front of him, the Young Official continuously shook as if he was going to plummet straight to the ground.

"Impressive… Sir! I've always been passionate about cultivation! I won't quit now that an opportunity has presented itself!"

The Young Official felt an overwhelming nausea as he felt like his innards were mixing inside his body. His limbs trembled; he looked like he was taken by a seizure. His eyed constantly flipped and rolled. His five senses were going through a vicious tempering.

First was his sight, even with his eyes shut his mind kept being filled with hallucinations. He was falling under the impression of being next to a black hole; His sense of balance was twisted to a ridiculous degree, feeling as if he was constantly spinning in several directions.

His perception of reality was being bent by Fell's Will as he was facing the trial. But the more time passed, the Young Official's will kept decreasing. The shambling and distorted sensation of his senses and the pressure on his body gradually grew in their potency.

"Difficult…. Wh…Arggghh…t is this…!" He managed to grumble while gasping for air and clenching his teeth to bear the pain.

He knew it wouldn't be easy. But he didn't expect it either to be this difficult. His mind blanked under the tremendous pressure his mortal will faced. As he lost control of his body; Fell activated the last part of this trial.

"My dear child…" A sweet and tender, motherly, voice sounded in Wind Xian's ears. A dazed look appeared in his face and he appeared a bit lost.

"M…Mom." Mumbled Wind Xian, who was currently lost in reminiscence and who seemed to currently be lost in a maze. His neck creaked as it painfully turned to look around him. But weirdly, from the moment he heard the voice, he felt darkness surround him and his eyes turned blind. As he turned around, the daze and the bewilderment he was feeling disappeared. Anguish, washed over his body, making him look tired; He was overexerted since his parents died. All of his past bravado disappeared and his will was slowly shrinking.

He was disappointed in himself, sad that he didn't show them any accomplishment during their lives. And even now he wasn't satisfied. At this moment in his life where it could be said that he was successful. Having attained an official rank at such a young age was quite a feat. He came to somehow be proud of himself, helping him aim higher in his life.

But something was lacking. He regretted his past self's selfish action, even in poverty, he didn't work to help. He didn't study. He only blamed life for his family's bad luck.

He regretted his action as soon as his mother died. Lost and confused, the pain left him sleepless for many nights. He wanted to show her what he could do, but he never managed to. Regret left a bitter aftertaste in his life.

Then his father died. He soundlessly followed his wife to the grave. Tired from the past calamities his family went through, he passed out during one of his drunken late nights of sleep. Never waking up again.

Those losses left a deep hole in Wind's mind. Since then, he never rewarded himself once for the rest of his life. Forever working, never stopping. He gave his body and soul to life.

"This is enough…", he heard the voice speak again as deep, sadness and remorse, washed his body. "You can stop…", the voice continued, "You've done more than enough for your age."

"NO." He growled in a harsh tone.

He was driven by a powerful emotion. Regret… Regret was a never-ending emotion; Thus his pain lasted forever.

He stayed in this state for a few breaths. Only Wind knew how much it felt for him. But as he resisted the gentle voice pleaded, his stubborn will intensified. As he was facing his internal demon, he began understanding what was happening; This internalization was sending him straight to the path of Soul Cultivation.

The Grand Way was just in front of him. Its large heavenly gate was only a little bit further down. His ego was slowly being formed, and his obsession was long since formed. This workaholic was taking his first steps in entering the world of cultivation.

As he was experiencing a slow but steady breakthrough, Fell was focusing on his surroundings, he knew that the noble families would come at any moment's notice. Due to his personality, he began preparing and accumulating his potential. Although he wouldn't wage war with the majority of the citizens, his personality made him prepare for every possible act.

And due to what he showed them. It was possible for the nobles to be preparing another attack. Thus, he began. His chest heaved as slowly inhaled; In fact, his inhalations might be called slow at this point. But the amount of Energy and Oxygen his body was getting from the surrounding space was ridiculous. As his chest rose high and down. His will was similar to a mighty sword, receiving its final honing before entering the battlefield blade. His will gradually turned sharper and sharper, and as it acquired a sharp quality it condensed.

Similar to a blade being hidden in its scabbard. Fell might look like any normal youth in the district, but anyone who dared to cross his sight would feel as if their soul was being cut. This state was pushed to the apex he could as he waited while guarding the youth in front of him.

"What a special seed. He is using regret as a source of his will."

"The Energy System relies on the power of space. The Body System relies on the power of one's own body, blood will turn potent and as heavy as it attains heavenly might. As for the soul, it relied on the power of the will; It could be said to be intrinsically linked to emotion and ego. Without consciousness and ego, there would be no soul."

As Fell met several cultivators in his life, and as he advanced in his own cultivation journey; His understanding of cultivation was gradually deepening and the void surrounding him was, slowly, being unveiled.

"They came!" He thought while lifting his head to look at the sky. There he saw it; several Hover Pods were streaking in his direction.

They pierced through the sky at an impressive speed before disappearing. They appeared a few dozen meters away from Fell's position. Five Hover Pods were slowly circling around him as they continued their descent.

Their descent stopped as they were still hovering a few meters higher from the floor. Their doors opened in sync, releasing an acute sound as their inside depressurized. Five figures appeared after the Pod's door opened. They were hidden by a light smoke the door released when it was opened. But Fell could see them as clear as the sky.

Interest flashed in his eyes as he saw the noble families' executives for the first time.

"They must have quite a big influence in New Casablanca. I showed them quite a spectacle, so they know my cultivation's might. Now let's see what their intentions are", he pondered as he waited for the executives to take the first steps.

A breath slowly went on. The light smoke disappeared, and the executives' features appeared. They were wearing classy suits that flashed with several soft lights. The soft light was coming from a material that was embroidered on the soft tissue. The several lines that flashed soft lights formed a large array on the suit.

The array had a light magnetic field that made sure that the suit was dust resistant. It also gave a hydrophobic quality and gave it high resistance to heat. Fell quietly assessed the quality of the executives' suits; He couldn't help himself but sigh in his heart at the quality of life in the main district.

"Rich…", he mumbled under his breath, "I guess the Core is still centuries away from the Central District… Humanity's science went to such a high degree."

"No wonder the people in the Core kept saying that the main districts were worlds apart from the Core. Truly the difference between the muddy ground and the heavenly sky!"

One of the executives moved a step forward. His suit was fitted with many intricate golden lines; And on his head was a long, fine silvery, golden colored hair.

"Young Hero, I am the current head executive of the golden family. I was sent here by the Elder of the family, he wanted to express our gratitude for having taken a tumor from our Golden Family", he talked calmly. He was neither too fast, nor too slow during his speech. But respect was plastered on his face, as he didn't dare to stay from the path offered by his newly acquired senior brother, especially when the senior brother was a strong, young, cultivator.