Chapter 95 (1/2)

A block of text appeared in Rachel’s vision, causing her to frown. Of all the times for a block of red text to block her sight, why now? Luckily, she could still sense things with her spiritual energy. It didn’t seem like anyone was going to come out of the golems anytime soon though.

[New Mission: Tolerance!]

[Don’t be xenophobic! There’s nothing wrong with foreigners. In this encounter, don’t let anyone who comes out of those spaceships be hurt.]

[Reward: Seed-Nurturing Sutra]

Rachel had no idea what the reward was, but judging by its name, she guessed it was related to her soul seed. She had been tricked by the words once before when it gave her a cultivation technique requiring extinct plants; however, in the end, it did give her the plants as well. Not to mention, the chalk she had been given was also an extremely strong barrier-piercing treasure. However, to not injure anyone coming out of the golems, which she now knew the words referred to as spaceships, wasn’t that asking for a bit too much? These people obviously came with bad intentions despite their kind words. Not only could she not injure these invaders, but she couldn’t allow them to come to harm either. Forget the Seed-Nurturing Sutra. She was already at the peak of the soul-seed stage. What nurturing did her seed need when it was already about to sprout?

[The Seed-Nurturing Sutra will help your soul seed grow! Do you know how many soul-seed cultivators have failed in their breakthrough to false immortal? More than ninety-nine percent of them! With this Seed-Nurturing Sutra, your chances of breaking through will increase by thirty percent. Is harming these foreigners more important than your own breakthrough?]

Rachel pursed her lips. At that moment, one of the spaceships creaked open. A door opened up on its side, and a ramp extended downwards to the ground. From the ramp, an armored figure appeared. Rachel furrowed her brows upon seeing the sight. She had never seen any material quite like what the person was wearing. It was sleek and glossy, and there were no gaps for her to stab her sword into. The armored person reached up and took off his helmet, revealing a head with long, blonde hair. The woman slowly crouched down and placed her helmet onto the ground while maintaining eye contact with Rachel. “I, uh, greet the sect leader,” the foreigner said. “That’s how you greet people in ancient times, right?”

Rachel’s brow furrowed. Ancient times? “You come from the future?”

“In a sense,” the woman said, rising to her feet without making any sudden movements. “Our society is several thousand years ahead of yours in terms of technology. My name is Joanne.” She gestured towards herself. “What’s your name?”

“Hmph!” Grandpa Vremya descended next to Rachel before the sect leader could respond. However, Rachel held her hand up, preventing him from stepping forward. A puzzled expression appeared on Grandpa Vremya’s face. According to what he knew about Rachel, she would’ve attacked the invaders by now, but now, she was stopping him? His eyes narrowed at the foreign woman. Was she a false immortal?

“We’re going to be tolerant,” Rachel said, glancing at Grandpa Vremya. “As long as these people follow our rules, we’re going to treat them respectfully without causing them any harm.”

Grandpa Vremya blinked before shrugging. With a wave of his hand, the golden frisbee disappeared from underneath the spaceships, and they clanked as the suction force keeping them together vanished. More and more elders of the sect appeared behind Rachel and Grandpa Vremya, their expressions blank as they stared at the spaceships. A large majority of them had severed their curiosity; after all, what good was curiosity? Most of the time, it got people into trouble. “Sect Leader, should we confiscate their vehicles?”

“No,” Rachel said. Her fingers twitched, tapping against the hilt of her sword. “We’re being tolerant.” She glanced at the foreigner. “You’re the leader? How strong are you? Fight me.”

“Didn’t you just say we weren’t going to cause them any harm?” Grandpa Vremya asked. “Isn’t asking her to fight you the same as you executing her?”

“The sect leader wants to fight without harming anyone?” an elder asked.

Michelle burst out into laughter, but a moment later, she placed her hand in front of her mouth and fixed her expression. The sect leader knowing the meaning of holding back? What a joke. Every time the sect leader sparred with someone, they’d end up crippled or dead.