12 Return in Humiliation (1/2)
The man cloaked in black clothes revealed his cultivation to everyone for the first time. The children were too young and weak that they couldn't fathom the aura he released
The elders however were able to understand that aura all too well
Spiritual Transformation 8!
He was a whole stage above most elders in clans so the elders were confused. He already flamboyantly showed off his might and the elders were warned earlier not to offend this expert.
But to think he was this powerful was out of the expectations of the elders.
If Christian were to say the truth in front of the expert, he would not even be aware of how he died in this expert's hand.
Option 2, Christian would lie but the expert would still kill him. Would a high leveled expert not be able to tell a lie from a child?
To make it even worse just as the mysterious voice mentioned to Dean. Christian was ambitious.
This ambition could be hidden within his heart but that doesn't stop people prying Christian's secrets.
The man tried to form his sentences with pausing but the outcome made it more menacing
”I'll temporarily let you off. Once I find out who has done this. They'll die.”
Short but quick to the point the man ran.
Because of his high prowess he would've been able to get back to the great family in a few hours but holding a child he had to lower his speed, in the fear he could harm him.
He decided at the time that by going in a carriage Dean would gain experience in life but if he knew this happened he wouldn't have done it again.
He found Dean disheveled with his robes torn to pieces.
When carrying him he immediately found that his dantian was empty. Taking a closer inspection he realized his meridians were completely crippled and for others his Talent Root was useless.
All these so called judgement made by alchemists seemed the same to this expert.
Tears built up on the edge of his eye as he murmured
”I'm sorry...I should've taken care of our son better...I'll be there soon.”
Each phrase was filled with heartache as the voice tended to be on the brink of a raspy voice.
As the afternoon has already passed the night took its place and the Wilkes family has someone break through their defenses.
An old man told a messenger
”Tell the troops to stay their hands. It is Elder Asher”
Hearing the name 'Elder Asher' the messenger had a grim face and ran at an absurd speed. Rushing towards his allies in the hopes no one dies.
”So you're already here?”
Turning around the old man saw Elder Asher holding a child.
”What happened to my grandson”
The old man was one who took control of the Wilkes family as he was the clan leader. To most of the people living here he was a grandfather or a father.
”Take a look”
The old man took a glance but couldn't help taking a second. Cautiously he placed two finger's above Dean's wrist
”WHO THE FUCK DID THIS?”
The scream bellowed within the whole territory as the guards shivered at the yell.
Trying to resume his calm he asked ”Asher, who did it?”
”I don't know”
”Asher, I use my authority as a grandpa and not the clan leader. Find those friends of his and ask in two days time. For now we should heal Dean. He may be a lost cause for martial arts but as a normal person he'll be fine”
”If we find out it was a scheme from one of those families...kill their elder and cut off business ties with them. The family will not take this lying down if they dared to harm this old man's grandson.”
with resentment and determination the clan leader vowed his revenge while taking Dean into a separate room.
...
On the distant training grounds of the Wilkes family was a brawl.
Grass collected the drops of blood like dew while the soil had a puddle of blood on top.
A group of teenagers surrounded a younger child who could only cough blood at the fate of the teen's fist.
Pushed around, the child didn't respond to the provocation and continued to get bullied by his silent demeanor.
Eventually a crowd watched the entertainment, mocking, chuckling and commenting on the misfortune of the child.
Dean faced these insults one by one and got pummeled for not responding.
Lately, Dean felt that he was starting to get more.... twisted.
His expressions became more hidden and replaced easily when necessary. Thoughts would linger that were questionable and his emotions became more calm.
If it was a few years ago he would've shown an expression of outright disgust at his clan-mates
These people who shared the same blood as himself were less trustworthy than a dead corpse that gave his last words
”...My brothers without hesitation would behead me... ”
Why is it so ironic that a rock is kinder than relatives?