Lucas was on a covert mission, having struck a deal with Boge, which included the daunting task of eliminating members of the Tiger Rider Clan. Perched on a slender branch, Lucas's exceptional skills in the Body Lightening Technique were evident, a testament to his agility and stealth. "Hufff, this is going to be exhausting," Lucas muttered to himself, acutely aware of the challenge ahead. However, his determination was fueled by the promise of acquiring the elusive Womb Grass, a reward contingent upon the mission's success.Inhaling deeply, Lucas savored the damp, earthy aromas of the forest, a stark contrast to the task at hand. With practiced ease, he activated the Body Lightening Technique, a skill he had honed over years due to its invaluable utility in stealth missions. This technique rendered Lucas virtually weightless and silent, enabling him to navigate undetected.Approaching the first guard with utmost caution, Lucas ensured he left no trace nor sound. "This is the first on

Under the overcast sky that hung over the Moon Lotus sacred compound, the woman - a revered sect master, sat quietly in her throne room, her presence commanding yet serene.She was meditating, her breathing a model of tranquility, embodying the peace of her high station.Suddenly, a subtle disturbance rippled through the air, breaking her deep concentration. The sect master's eyes fluttered open, revealing a mix of surprise and delight."Lucas," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper yet imbued with profound certainty."Lucas is back," she whispered again, a hint of warmth in her tone.Memories of their last encounter before Lucas departed on a perilous quest to find rare poison herbs flooded her mind. It felt like an eternity, yet their reunion was imminent.With a sense of urgency, she rose from her throne, her robes whispering against the floor as she moved with purposeful strides towards the door. The gray sky above mirrored the tumult of emotions within her - a deep longi

FLASHBACK. Fifteen years ago, in the tranquil, fog-shrouded dawn at the Moon Lotus Sect, Aruji, the revered master, was deeply immersed in meditation. This disciplined figure had maintained his meditative posture since the previous night, seated cross-legged under the awakening sky, a testament to his unwavering dedication. The serene silence of the morning was unexpectedly pierced by the sound of soft footsteps. A beautiful woman, embodying grace with her every move as if materializing from the mist itself, approached Aruji. Her demeanor radiated excitement, hinting at a pressing message she bore for Aruji. This woman, with her hair cascading like a waterfall and eyes alight with a proud gleam, moved towards Aruji with a silent, elegant grace. Despite her quiet approach, Aruji, ever attuned to his surroundings, sensed the slight disturbance in the calm of dawn. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting the woman's directly. "Aruji," the woman spoke, her voice carrying a melodic qu

The twilight sky enveloped the forest where Lucas had engaged in battle earlier. This area was steeped in legend as a site of ancient conflict between gods, yet unknown to all, it was Lucas who had instigated the recent turmoil.Nearby, Coil and his troops had regrouped. Their heavy footsteps echoed, resonating with the splintered remnants of trees shattered in the skirmish.Coil, the young lord of Crimson Jade, was determined not to let this chance slip away. Like many others, he harbored hopes that a deity would align with them, granting dominion over these lands.As he surveyed the scene, Coil's expression grew intense, his eyes alight with resolve. "Jade Valley... a city blessed," he murmured to himself.His envy was palpable. In Jade Valley, not one but two 'ahrta'—mystical occurrences—had manifested. The first was a vast chasm formed in the past, from which Coil had failed to extract the hidden treasure. The second was recent, evidenced by the battle scars that suggested the des

Under the imposing shadow of the towering gate, Peler stood, embodying arrogance with a mocking pose. His eyes, alight with disdain, observed Lucas emerging into the blistering sunlight. With an overly dramatic flourish, he pointed directly at Lucas' chest, his gesture oozing with haughtiness. "Kneel," he commanded in a tone dripping with condescension, "and as a token of your defeat, surrender your wife to me."This display of arrogance was particularly bold, coming after Peler's recent proclamation of divinity that had sent ripples of fear through the crowd."Do you dare to challenge a god, young man?" Peler taunted, his demeanor more akin to a boisterous circus performer than a deity, as he jabbed his finger towards Lucas repeatedly.Lucas, for his part, regarded Peler with an indifferent gaze, seemingly unimpressed by the spectacle."Lucas, I would advise you to kneel this instant," came the ominous suggestion."Peler is not merely posturing; he is a god with the power to level ci