Chapter 127

The Trigram sect was closed, it was known only because it had existed for a long time, and the master of this sect clearly had robbed not only Sam before.

It is unlikely that this sect master has found many friends. But even if someone finds out about his death, no one, in theory, will even connect these two events.

Of course, Sam was going to get ready anyway, and leave his escape route through the mountains in case there were problems.

It's a pity, but the way to this kingdom has now been closed for him, for sure his face will now be on every pillar with a note - a psychopath killer is wanted, or something like that.

A week later, he still got to the sect, as a result, his venture with the students ended in essentially a failure. The only thing that pleased him was Anna, nevertheless she became a cultivator very quickly and she clearly had talent.

He introduced the kids as his students, and left them in the care of the teachers, so that they would answer all their questions. He himself immediately took up the issue of safety and made escape routes, in case someone nevertheless came for him.

As a last resort, he will only take Anna with him and leave everyone else behind.

When he finished, he decided to fill his belly and go fishing, his favorite pastime. Soon Anna was brought to him.

Sam - Anna, I suggest you cultivate in a special place, there is more spiritual energy and cultivation will be faster. That's where I cultivate, is that interesting to you?

Anna - Yes, master, I want to be where you are.

Sam - Uh, okay.

There was enough room on the rug for two, the spiritual energy was stronger there. In addition, Anna was still extremely weak and harmless to Sam, so he did not worry that she would harm him. Her wording was a little weird, but she's still a child. Geniuses should be a little weird anyway.

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Mark was furious and terrified at the same time, it seemed to him that he had a terrible dream.

He was the magistrate of Bent, it seemed he was responsible for security in the entire city, but in fact, his main task was to look after the area of ​​the aristocrats.

He felt humiliated and helpless, initially his acquaintance asked him for help and he moved towards him. He was only threatened by a mid-stage cultivator of Core Formation. So in theory Mark should be able to easily get there in time.

He did not know how that guy still managed to die before his arrival, but at that moment he felt only anger because someone dared to kill right in front of him.

Who knew that in the end everything would turn out this way? Now he has to personally come to the king and report on what happened.

Mark entered the teleportation formation and appeared in the nearest major city from the capital Dent, after which he entered another formation that led to the capital of the kingdom of Arun.

Soon he appeared before the king. And king was clearly in a shitty mood. Mark sighed to himself and bowed.

Mark - Your Majesty.

King - So do you still think I'm the king? Okay, that is good to know but let's hear what exactly happened in Bent.

Mark began to retell the events from his point of view.

Mark - Your Majesty, he was too fast ...

King - Enough! I understand you correctly, you, the magistrate at the peak of the Core Formation stage, calmly watched as hundreds of people were massacred one after another, but not ordinary people, but influential people, aristocrats and their offspring?

King - Did you know that there was the minister's wife and daughter who were slaughtered like pigs right under your nose?

King - You are aware that there was a general's son, from whom there was no wet spot left after your careful protection of the local population.

King - And this is not a complete list, I have dozens of important people on my doorstep who demand an answer. What should I say to them Mark? That my magistrate is a headless idiot? What do you think? They're all grown ups, they have to get into your position, right?

King - From now on you are deprived of your position, moreover, you yourself will have to answer to all these people, they want to tear someone apart, and you are the first on the list. If it were not for your cultivation stage, you would have been quartered long ago for what happened.

King - Do what you want, beg forgiveness, and if you remain whole, look for this psycho. I don't care how, find yourself helpers if necessary, these are your problems.

Mark - Your Majesty, for this business we need a Nascent Soul cultivator ...

King - Ha ha ha, seriously Mark? You want me to ask a Nascent Soul cultivator to catch someone in the middle stage of the Core Formation? In your opinion, Nascent Soul cultivators are cabbage?

King - Even in the empire there are only a few such cultivators, if I had a lot of them, then we would not have a kingdom here, we would be empire as well Mark! So don't even stutter about the Nascent Soul anymore! Kindly wipe your ass yourself!

Mark listened to the king's curses with his head bowed and fists clenched.

Now it was useless to say anything in my own defense, obviously the king was furious.

He was one of those who could in the near future break through to the completed stage of the Core Formation, and get a way to break through to the stage of the Nascent Soul, but after what happened, most likely, all his wet dreams will be shattered.

This incident will affect not only his future, but also all his family and friends. He could only remember with hatred the ugly face of the winged bastard.

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