God Slayer Chronicles 24 Spirit Sword Sec

While he was attending them, making sure their injuries weren't fatal, he was hatching a plan in the back of his head.

In his eyes he had two options, get Yang Chi to go to his old sect willingly, or he'd have to force him. This was a stressful decision though, he wasn't in regular contact with people from his old sect. The terms he left on… were poor, to say the least.

He did have a way to contact someone higher up in the sect of course… Elder An Mo, his blood brother.

His old bones just started to shake thinking about his elder brother. An Mo wasn't carefree in his youth like Caretaker An – An Tang. He'd always been less talented than his peers, but made up for it with ruthless hard work and determination, clawing his way through the ranks of the Spirit Sword Sect.

None would get in the way of his Demonic Sword!

An Mo had challenged the previous Elder to combat, giving no quarter even when he begged for mercy! Just like that he'd become head of the Demonic Sword Hall, an Elder of a hugely influential sect.

An Mo never liked An Tang though, he'd always been dragging him upwards with him. It was when An Tang made a horrible mistake he found a reason to banish him after crippling his Dantian of course.

On that day he'd also provided him with an opportunity, a task if you will. As long as An Tang was able to do something as valuable as the mistake, he made that day he'd be willing to help him recover his cultivation.

Caretaker An dare not reside on the mistake he made that day, but he definitely knew that Yang Chi was his opportunity out of the c.r.a.ppy mountain regions and back to the lovely warm weather and luxury one came to expect with the Central Plains!

Caretaker An sighed, he knew the chances of him being able to live as a cultivator once again were less than slim, negligible in fact. Deep down he only wanted to do something useful for his brother that had carried him through life before he entered the Netherworld.

The Caretaker walked back to his accommodations. It was a small shack made of dark wood, which had started to rot and fill with all sorts of bugs.

He took in a deep breath as he entered the house, he immediately regretted it though, all he could smell was the disgusting rot as it entered his nostrils, making him want to vomit.

"If big brother Mo lets me live the twilight of my life in luxury that'd be enough." He thought to himself, slight salivating at the thought of burning this ruin down!

After he entered his less that dreary room, that only held a bed and a table, he immediately walked over to his bed.

Slowly kneeling down, he reached for a small chest only two foot across and one tall.

In the center of the black chest, there was a golden keyhole, Caretaker An reached into his pocket for the key he'd kept on him from the moment of his banishment.

Suddenly his place went pale. Manically patting his pockets, he felt like vomiting!

"Where… where has it gone?!" The old man's heart sunk, he'd kept this key on him at all times, yet it suddenly vanished?!

He bit his lips, causing a little blood to flow outwards. His breathing quickened, and his eyes started to blur.

Until he heard a menacing chuckle behind him!

"Looking for this Sword Spirit Dog?" the voice teased while dangling a pristine golden key in front of his eyes.

"My key? Give it back!" he quickly yelled, going to throw a punch.

"Pathetic. Void Braking First – Voidless Fury!" the figure rushed forward hitting the old man in the sternum!

Crunch!

The ribs of Caretaker An could be heard cracking, while he coughed up blood on the floor.

Looking up to see the face of this thief and a.s.sailant Caretaker An's eyes widened and he felt his heart s.h.i.+ver.

"Y… young master?" Needless to say, he was beyond shocked, obviously this Yang Chi was far more observant than he'd ever noticed.

"Stupid humans…" the young boy sighed as he walked up to the old man was on his hands and knees.

Grabbing him by the hair on his scalp he tutted, "It'd be so easy to just scalp you, I've always been fascinated with the process."

He smiled while looking into the old man's eyes, who proceeded to let his bladder go, causing his shame to only increase.

"Oh, how revolting." Yang Chi spat on the floor.

"You know, I never was good at scalping people. Even all those years ago. I would always slip, prematurely cutting into their brain matter." Yang Chi looked down, as if in shame. Caretaker An, on the other hand, his eyes started to water, and nose started to run.

"Tell me, what's, in that case, you wrinkly old t.e.s.t.i.c.l.e?!" Yang Chi screamed in his ear, as he drew a short knife to An Tang's forehead.

"Ahh! Its… Its…"

"It's what?! Is it less or more valuable to me than your life you pathetic sc.u.m?!"

"It's a communication stone!" An Tang wallowed his own tear, panting and heaving.

"Where to?"

"My elder brother An Mo of the Sword Spirit Sect!" he screamed in fright as the dagger started to pierce his forehead.

Yang Chi gave a harrumph, hitting him with the hilt of the knife, causing blood to gush openly from his torn open skin.

"An Tang, I shall give you one chance. You've had betrayed my Yang Clan, even after we took you in. You shall have one chance, swear loyalty to me in all perpetuity. Or suffer your fate." Yang Chi's words sounded like they were coming from a death G.o.d in his current form, causing all remaining will and loyalty to his elder brother to be thrown out the window.

"I swear… young master, you have my loyalty!" An Tang cried, falling to the floor unconscious.

Yang Chi only gave a crude smile sitting down on the bed, starting to meditate while maintaining that smile, knowing that he'd branded An Tang with a soul seal, ensuring his loyalty.