CHAPTER:9[WHAT HUMANS DIES FOR]
The moon shined brightly under its light Wu zian sat leaning against a tree, he gently applied a green paste to his wound. The paste had costed him three points thinking of the price he sighed.
Many sects forcefully recruited mortals as labour disciples, making them work for their entire lives with insignificant benefits. This was the same case for the Blue Sea Sect.
In Blue Sea Sect, Disciple is just a title. Labour disciples are treated like slaves; the amount of points they earn throughout a day is hardly enough to survive.
Labour disciples are granted three days rest each week, but many choose to continue their work even during these times, seeking to earn more points.
After applying all the paste, Wu zian picked a book from the side, This book was given to him by the old lady. The recipe for four-season liquor and many other liquors were written in the book. Holding the book he felt grateful, the old lady had been taking care of Wu zian like a guardian, the house currently Wu zian lived in was gifted by her, she even gave him food for three months and clothes to wear.
Labour disciples don't have any home, most of them don't even have shelter, they stray in the Sect like dogs while some have small thatched room.
Wu zian opened the book, a smell of alcohol filled the air, the book was written by the old lady, it held the scent of her life.
Wu zian ignored the foul smell and turned the pages, his finger stopped on a page titled Spring liquor recipe, While reading the instructions, something unexpected happened: the words written started to float out dancing in the air.
Wu zian immediately closed the book and placed it to the side. he pondered."The smell of alcohol… did it just make me see words flying out of the book?" He felt a slight pain in his head.
Afterwards, he returned to his room and fell asleep.
Gradually the sun replaced the moon, a crowd surrounded an arena, and two outer disciples were having a duel, one had a leaner physique and the other muscular.
The disciple with leaner physique was holding a spear, he spoke."Mao Hu, you should forfeit now, look at you, you look exhausted."
Mao Hu stood very proudly in the arena, he responded."Ling Ye, don't worry about me. After a few exchanges, you are going to die in this arena. Think about that."
Ling Ye snorted and rotated the spear behind him, slightly turning his head upward."As you wish." He vanished from his position and appeared beside Mao Hu. Thrusting the spear forward, he aimed for the neck.
Mao Hu grabbed the spear with his left hand, and later, with his right hand, he pushed Ling Ye rolling backwards.
Mao Hu glanced at the spear in his hand. "You only know how to talk big."He threw the spear out of the arena and activated the wind gale fist technique, which he had cultivated for years. His arm grew heavy like a boulder, and he could feel spiritual energy circulating through his fist. After preparing, he charged forward.
Ling Ye jumped back as he dodged a burst of wind echoed in the air, pointing his two fingers ahead. His two fingers aligned like a spear, and using his footwork technique he rushed ahead.
Mao Hu raised his arm and blocked every attack, he could feel the concentration of spiritual energy in Ling Ye's fingers. One mistake, and the fingers could poke holes in his flesh.
Every cultivator in the cultivation world have different cultivation path, incase of this duel, Ling Ye has cultivated his spear technique and footwork dominantly whereas Mao Hu has dominantly cultivated his physical physique.
Without any flaws, Mao Hu simultaneously blocked every blow, as time passed Ling Ye's speed slowed. The reason a cultivation technique can not be used infinitely is that it consumes spiritual energy and adaptation of the body regarding the technique.
Ling Ye stopped the wave of attack and stood maintaining ten foot distance. He breathed heavily while Mao Hu also took his time to breathe. Both of them started at each other.
Ling Ye had attacked multiple times and Mao Hu only twice, Ling Ye's face frowned thinking of his situation anybody could tell he had less spiritual energy his inner core than Mao Hu.
Mao Hu's fingers started to shake violently, as he closed his palm into fist the vibration transmitted to his whole arm, the whispered."Tremor fist technique."
Mao Hu lunged multiple times, but Ling Ye dodged using his footwork technique. Mao Hu's attack speed increased with each swing. The vibration made his punch more powerful and reckless at this point his moments and attack patterns looked alike to a gorilla.
Ling Ye's face frowned; his speed decreased with time while his heart raced. The breathing sound coming from Mao Hu's nostrils terrified him
Mao Hu, looking at Ling Ye's pathetic state, he laughed crazily, which caused Ling Ye's movement to tremble. taking the opportunity, he successfully grabbed Ling Ye's face, his hand completely covered the face except for one eye.
Bamm, Mao Hu slammed Ling Ye's head on the ground and threw a punch, The punch crushed Ling Ye's Right ear into meat paste; he had aimed for the head but missed.
A crater formed around Mao Hu's punch; under his grasp, Ling Ye could hardly move. He tore the clothes around Ling Ye's chest.
Ling Ye screamed. Mao Hu, with a bare hand, scraped skin out of Ling Ye's chest and continued without any pity.
Usually, cultivator shows very righteous appearances to the world, calm and respectful, but the world of cultivation is nothing different than a jungle, an area with only one rule: The strong walk and weak persih under the foot. The rule is merciless also the fate of weak, weakness, a shadow that tails an individual endlessly, a weightless reality but in Infront of the strong the reality becomes heavier than hundreds of mountains crushing the individual to die.
The crazy laughter came to an end while Mao Hu gathered a handful of flesh and squished it, blood dripped on Ling Ye's chin and fell to the ground, he again approached to scrape more flesh speaking."Ling Ye, where's your heart?"
The next moment Mao Hu's pupils turned into needle size, Ling Ye's hand grasped his neck, fingers wrapping like five serpents blocking the blood vessel. "I wonder… how long can you stay alive without blood reaching your brain?" Blood slid into Ling Ye's mouth as he spoke.
Mao Hu felt immense pain around his neck, his whole face paled, and it turned even worse when Ling Ye's fingers poked inside.
Struggling to speak, Mao Hu replied,"Same for your heart." He ruthlessly punched the chest and heard the sound of a broken ribcage. Both of them were in a life-and-death situation.
Mao Hu's punch left a slight dent, and with another attack, he pulled the right side ribcage bone out. Hot streams of blood sprayed out of the chest. In Ling Ye's face, the colour of life faded; his gaze looked dead.
On the other hand, Mao Hu also was in terrible condition. Ling Ye's fingers had dislocated his spine and damaged his internal organs, blood flowed from fingers to arm and the ground.
The vitality in Ling Ye's eye faded away, Mao Hu scooped out Ling Ye's heart with this a hole was left in the chest, the heart beated for a while and stopped even after death the girp of fingers were tough.
Mao Hu fell above Ling Ye's body, his mind died due to lack of blood. The smell of blood filled the atmosphere, and both of them were soaked with each other's blood.
Among the crowd Wu zian stood watching the duel. Other people were talking casually, for them losing life in a duel was not a big thing.
A young man standing beside Wu zian spoke. "Greed, they had plenty of life left ahead, I can't understand why cultivators lose their life casually."
Wu zian ignored the young man and remained silent.
Next, the young asked Wu zian for his name."I've never seen you before, and this isn't the season for new labor recruits. Who are you?"
This time Wu zian replied, "Fishes die because of their greed, birds die out of their arrogance, animals from their nature and do you know for what Human dies.
The young man replied, "Wealth."
Wu zian shook his head.
The young man again responded, "Prestige."
Wu zian displayed disagreement.
The young man raised an eyebrow and replied, "Power."
Taking a deep sigh, Wu zian answered, "Society, look at them. They have died in a heroic posture. Both of them knew death was Inevitable, yet they showed no sign of sorrow emerging in their hearts. Their face is masked by society, and inside, they have deep regrets and disappointment."
Hearing the answer, the young man developed a sense of respect for Wu zian. With a simple laugh, he said, "Well, my name is Ao. It's weird. I gave this name to myself."