Minor Sect

Hearing this Frank relaxed, He informed the other disciples of his condition, and the disciples supported him to stand up walking him outside. The outside of the tent looked like a blood bath mostly goblin blood, his fellow sect disciples had only two casualties, there wasn't physical loot that they could collect, only the sect's merit points.

Sitting on a high enough platform, he looked around seeing the disciples regaining their stamina, they were banned from practicing the elemental Qi absorption technique cause of the phenomena it caused.

Soon the leader surrounded frank, they needed to discuss what to do with the loot or the merit points. Most of the leaders came up with one idea, create a minor sect.

Minor sects were part of the original sect only difference was that they had their own techniques to practice like the minor thunder sect whose primary Qi absorption technique was the cosmic thunder absorption technique, or like the minor wind sect which had their own primary technique.

Techniques bought by a disciple were only for them to practice, anybody else was legally not allowed to practice someone else technique, but when a technique was bought by a minor sect, that technique could be practiced by anyone allowed by the minor sect.

For now, all merit points were to be gathered with Lex until their minor sect was created. For the creation of a minor sect, there had to be a sect elder as a sponsor. Minor sects were encouraged by the sect because it allowed development in many areas of the sect like alchemy, blacksmithing, and rune crafting all these occupations had multiple minor sects.

Lex was given the responsibility to apply for a minor sect and collect the merit points from all the gambling hunting, they decided to build their minor sect buildings on the demonic rat hunting ground, they needed to reconfigure their map because that would have a higher budget which would be supplied by their sponsor elder. Their current Qi absorption technique wasn't perfected but is still considered a Qi absorption technique qualifying for a minor sect,

They were quite confident in the creation of a minor sect, many elders were waiting for an opportunity to use their money to sponsor a minor sect, in case of the success of the minor sect they got much in return than their money in return.

Deep down Frank knew that finding an elder for the minor sect was gonna be difficult, there wasn't a person of a noble background in their minor sect. Nobody wanted to sponsor a minor sect that didn't have the possibility of any success, most of the disciples were treated as cannon fodder only the nobles were treated properly by the elders.

Not wanting to stand out as a sore thumb Frank resisted saying anything, simply nodding his head and agreeing with them.

Frank feeling mobile enough picked up his spear and walked towards the sect market, the leaders had agreed to meet up in three days for another hunt.

Walking back Frank looked at today's crafting recipes.

[ANGELS WINGS+SILVER BLOOD: DWARVES WRATH]

[BEAST EGG+HELLS PARADE FLAG: HEAVENLY FOOD]

[DRAGONS SCALES+KITE: MILLION SHOTS]

[CHAIR+SYRING: SILVER SWORD]

[BOW+BOW+BOW+BOW+BOW: MULTISHOT TECHNIQUE]

He only wanted the silver sword and the multishot technique, the heavenly food seemed too extreme for him to use in his current state, just like the elemental cherry meanwhile, the elemental beat egg was common according to the inspector in the future.

Returning to his residence with a sense of quiet determination, Frank wasted no time in retiring to his chambers. The weight of recent events bore heavily upon him, his body and mind alike weary from the trials of the day. The relentless onslaught of battle had exacted its toll, leaving him drained both physically and mentally.

With a heavy sigh, Frank collapsed onto his bed, his limbs heavy with fatigue. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest signaled the onset of sleep, a welcome respite from the tumultuous events that had transpired.

As he drifted into slumber, the echoes of the nine continuous fist technique reverberated through his mind, a testament to the formidable challenge he had overcome. Despite the toll it had taken on his body, Frank remained steadfast in his resolve, his determination unyielding in the face of adversity.

In the embrace of sleep, Frank found fleeting refuge from the chaos of the world, his dreams a sanctuary from the trials that awaited him on the morrow. With each peaceful breath, he surrendered to the restorative embrace of rest, knowing that tomorrow would bring new challenges, but also new opportunities for triumph.

As Frank awoke the next afternoon, the lingering weariness of the previous day began to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. With determination coursing through his veins, he made his way to the training area, eager to embark on his regimen of cultivation.

Taking a deep breath, Frank centered himself, focusing his mind on the elemental Qi absorption technique. With practiced precision, he began to draw upon the surrounding energy, channeling it into his dantian to replenish his reserves. Each inhalation brought with it a surge of vitality, infusing him with newfound strength and vigor.

Once satisfied with the replenishment of his Qi stores, Frank transitioned seamlessly into the elemental body cultivating technique. With each movement, he felt the elemental energies coalesce around him, forming a protective aura that enveloped his body. As he flowed through the motions, he could sense the energy coursing through him, invigorating every fiber of his being.

With each repetition, Frank felt his energy reserves swell, his body pulsating with newfound vitality. The harmony of mind, body, and spirit washed over him, imbuing him with a sense of profound inner peace.

He went back to bed to rest, he missed these quiet days, nowadays he was very busy. He never expected this to happen, traveling to another world like his favorite manga and novels MC's seemed impossible, but here he was living the dream.

He did nothing the rest of the day except play around with the random thing he had crafted, He never expected to get bored this easily, he was a neek in his previous life, and him getting bored this easily felt new he wanted to go out and do something.

Feeling restless he went out toward one of the minor sects, what was something every manga and novels protagonists was interested in? it was the forging, every novel had some kind of crafting involved. Frank wanted to get a piece of the pie and also wanted to learn or at least try to learn forging.

The walk towards any of the minor forging sects was extremely long, closing in on the sect he could hear the striking of hammer against metal, even if it was the afternoon the forging didn't stop.

Entering the minor sect he was asked for identification which he promptly provided them with, and a fee to learn to forge, one couldn't go into the minor forging sect for sightseeing, they had to have a specific reason to do so. He didn't even hesitate in paying the rest of what he had left.

He was taken to a workshop and provided with a hammer, this hammer came with the package he had paid for, it was nothing of quality just a hunk of metal attached to a stick. Only three other disciples were waiting to be thought forging. After a while, an instructor came in and started the class showing them all the necessities and techniques for forging weapons, the class was almost three hours long, and once ended they were provided with metal to try on their own.

Immersed in the art of forging, Frank found himself captivated by the rhythmic dance of fire and metal. With each breath, he honed his focus, channeling his energy into the shaping of raw materials. The first step, the breathing technique, came naturally to him, a seamless melding of mind and body as he controlled the flow of Qi.

As the heat of the forge enveloped him, Frank embraced the second step—the application of heat—with a sense of reverence. With practiced precision, he stoked the flames, carefully regulating the temperature to ensure the metal reached its optimal state. The red-hot glow of the metal filled him with a sense of anticipation, a tangible reminder of the transformative power of the forge.

With a steady hand and unwavering determination, Frank embarked on the third step—the striking technique. Each blow of the hammer echoed through the chamber, resonating with the rhythm of creation. With each strike, the metal yielded beneath his touch, gradually taking shape under his skilled hands.

Despite the challenges he faced, Frank found himself consumed by a sense of joy and fulfillment. The weapon slowly taking form before him was not merely a piece of metal—it was a testament to his passion and dedication. Even if this particular endeavor did not succeed, Frank knew that he had found something truly special—a hobby that brought him genuine happiness and purpose.

Undeterred by setbacks, Frank continued to toil tirelessly at the forge, each repetition bringing him one step closer to mastery. For him, the journey of forging was not just about skill or proficiency—it was about the unwavering love for his craft, a driving force that propelled him forward with unwavering determination. And as the flames of the forge danced around him, Frank knew that there was no greater motivation than the sheer joy of doing what he loved.