11 A Village Forms (2/2)

”Yeah, I want to be like my father. He was super strong...” His smile soon turned gloomy, however, ”he died in the war though. If he'd been here we wouldn't have had so much trouble.” Franklin grip on his sword hilt grew stronger as his knuckles turned white.

”I'm sure you'll be way strong.” Laurel squealed as she threw her arms open to show how strong he would be. ”Alright you can't bother me while I'm training, okay?” Franklin looked at the girl who didn't seem to have a care in the world. Nodding with a determined look in her eyes she replied ”Okay.”

Neither of these kids noticed that the women weren't the only ones watching them. A small bush on the hill often extended his senses out to spectate the small village.

On the hill, John was cultivating by circling the sun and earth energy as usual. Joe was eating happily and the fight about his name had been forgotten.

”So that kid wants to cultivate huh? Do you think I should help him out?” John asked the bull with a bit of excitement.

”Buru?” Joe scoffed.

”What do you mean, what do I know about cultivation? I'm a very smart bush!” Shaking his leaves in anger John was incensed by the lack of confidence.

Joe hopped up and down while glaring at his annoying hill mate ”Snort.”

”I can't walk? While you can't talk!” John raged angrily, ”Who's dumb now!”

The argument continued much like this throughout the day.

”Fine, I'll show you! I still know a few tricks.” John decided to use a small trick he learned over his hundred years in his sect.

Sure he was a nobody and never got to go into the treasury to pick a cultivation but he still picked up a few things. He had once been bored of gardening and thought he could have a bit of fun teasing new sect members in their dreams.

This only lead to him being beaten up by his juniors much to his chagrin. It wasn't very useful. Not like those powerful dream techniques that allowed one to kill people in their dreams. He couldn't affect anything while in the dreams. However, he could use it to sneakily teach the child a few things.

In the past, he was weak and could never soar in the heavens. Still, in comparison to a normal child, he might as well be a god among men. Even he could slaughter normal soldiers by the hundreds.