39 Making Trouble In A Saints City (1/2)

Shura followed the trail of the Saint who took away the book. He flew through a vast distance until he finally saw his destination. On the edge of the horizon between the blue sky and the brown earth was a dark line without limit. This line gained dimension the closer Shura came. Soon he was close enough to see what it was. It was a city in the style of mortals, but it was very large. There weren't any magnificent or stylish buildings or floating landmasses at all. The buildings were very plain and normal, none had heights that reached the sky. Although the buildings were plain, they all gave off an indescribable aura of sacredness.

This city was so vast that Shura could not see its end at all. The trail of the Saint ended in this enormous city.

Enabled and emboldened by his newfound strength, Shura shouted fearlessly: ”The one who took my book, I am here to take it back!”

Shura's voice was magnified by his cultivation and spread to every corner of this city that stretched further than the horizon itself.

Shura was very eager to try out his new strength. It was normal for him to be able to fight opponents who had higher cultivation than him. This fact would not change now that he had stepped into a brand new level. He was curious about how strong of an opponent he could fight with his newly acquired strength.

Shura's voice alerted countless cultivators. The number of Saints who heard him could not be counted on two hands. This simple yet elegant city was one of the three biggest places for Saints to congregate in the land.

Some wondered if the newcomer was courting death, others wondered what book Shura was talking about. Then there were those who guessed that the book could not be any other book than 'that' book. They could never have imagined that it was right under their noses here and were waiting to watch a good show.

Many Saints flew into the sky throughout the city. They were watching Shura and the show that was about to unfold.

None of the Saints that flew up was the Saint that took his book. The trail of that Saint led to one particularly spacious and large mansion within the city. No one had come out of it to check out the ruckus at all.

”I will say it one more time, give me back the book. This is my last warning.”

The book itself meant little to Shura. His transformation had changed him once again. He had a feeling that he didn't need the book at all. When it was time for the next step of his cultivation, he would simply step forward and a path would appear in front of him, that path was a path to a new world, both figuratively and literally.

And as far as the how-to regarding relaxation, he had already read the whole thing and memorized it, so there was no point in getting the book back. Shura never connected the content of his book to whatever secret the book was rumored to have because he never believed that the content of the book had any secret within it. Perhaps there really was a way to become an immortal, but it wasn't in the content of the book, but the book itself.

He wasn't here for the book, so it was fine if the Saint didn't give it back. He was here to return the favor, he was here to stir up trouble. He wouldn't take bullying lying down. He had had enough of it.

Even now he could remember clearly the mental anguish he had endured trying to come up with a way to negotiate and deal with Saints. That fruitless endeavor eventually failed. He wasn't going to feel like that ever again. Power, unlimited and unconstrained power, he will obtain it. Power will allow him to resist oppression by others. Power will allow him to be relaxed and free of concerns.

Shura turned to look at the Saints who was watching him. He then pointed down at that large mansion and said: ”The Saint in that mansion took the book with the secret to immortality.”

He didn't need to act himself. As long as all these selfish and greedy Saints knew of the book's existence, then they would pounce on its owner like rabid dogs.

As Shura waited for someone to make a move he looked inwardly at himself. Even though he had just become a Saint all of a sudden, he could feel his cultivation continuing automatically. This was very different than in the past. In the past when he cultivated while doing something else, he would have to split his focus between cultivation and the other activity. Now even if he didn't focus on cultivating at all, his body would do it automatically. And the rate at which is cultivation and energy was rising and being refined was alarming.

Shura could feel that progress would not take decades, years, or even months. A few days worth and he would take a step forward, and after a dozen days or so he would be at the peak of the Saint level.

”You, do you want to die? What are you doing here messing with the Milean family, one of the top seven ancient families of Saints? You're tired of your life, kid!”