God Slayer Chronicles 38 The Spirit Sword Sect Situation

"Good. Now, there are a few things you must know." An Mo's sinister voice emerged, unable to hold back the morbid tone.

"This concerns the Spirit Sword Sect and our current predicaments." An Mo gestured for Sha Ku to sit back down.

"Predicaments, Hall Master?"

"Yes, you might remember that I previously mentioned a certain sect that we foolishly went to war with?"

Sha Ku remembered their name of course – The h.e.l.lsong Sect. Zane's father had been an Elder at the Sect before being destroyed under the swords of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Seeing Sha Ku nodding, he closed his eyes, welling in his anger. "The h.e.l.lsong Sect was only the most recent of our foolish conquests and wars. Since my youth entering the sect, we've been in no less than four wars, coming into conflict with tens of sects!"

An Mo growled in anger, clenching his fists and puffing hot air out of his nose.

"The current head of the sect is from Righteous Peak; he feels it was his duty to hunt down and kill any devil cultivators. The fool, he even started to suppress the Demonic Peak for its practices as we walk a fine line between devil and demonic cultivation, especially with our demonic arts.

"Worst of all, Sect Master Jaihao Zhao, was unable to merge with…" An Mo suddenly shut his mouth, worried he was getting ahead of himself and revealing his sect's secrets he stopped himself.

"Anyway, you don't have to worry about that. You focus on cultivating and don't let yourself slack. Would you like me to give the basic layout of the sect, or would you like to discover it for yourself once you arrive?" An Mo asked, wondering what Sha Ku's answer would be.

Cupping his hands, Sha Ku did indeed wonder what kind of place the Spirit Sword Sect was.

"Good. As I've told you previously, the Spirit Sword Sect is divided into four primary factions.

Righteous Hall, Vanquis.h.i.+ng Hall, Elemental Hall and Demonic Hall. Although there are some differences in strength, currently my Demonic Hall is ranked bottom due to the constant infighting and flux of population."

"There are different talents, and responsibilities disciples of each peak are given. For example, there is something called contribution points. One may buy different techniques and advice from teachers if you ama.s.s enough contribution points, but one must be careful. Contribution points can easily be deducted, and if your balance goes negative for more than three months you'll be banished to the Outlands!" An Mo's voice contained a pinch of fear when he mentioned the Outlands as if he'd had an in-depth experience.

Sha Ku's face went a little pale, yet was excited, nonetheless. In his previous life, let alone the Spir-it Sword Sect, even the Forgotten Valley couldn't receive a cataclysmic wave of his hand. Now he'd be forced to do endless tasks, cultivating and having a tough time amongst his peers and these outlands didn't sound like a walk in the park…

"Anyway, that's all I'm telling you right now. Its time to journey back home. It's not too long of a journey, only three months. It'll give you a chance to see the countryside." An Mo made a little whistle that was extremely quiet, not after long a giant flapping in the air could be heard, like thunder with each movement of its wings a giant crow squawked in the skies.

An Mo immediately stood up, cracking his ankles and knees, then stretching his spine a little he whispered, "Mind your head."

Boom!

Rotten wood and old brick flew everywhere, flying through the air like rain pouring down. Smoke and dust filled the air, while Sha Ku coughed hard, trying not to breathe in the air.

Looking up at An Mo standing there in a wide-legged stance, with his fist hanging in the air. He smiled looking up at the giant crow with a wingspan at least eight meters long.

Turning his head back to Sha Ku who was coughing and a had blood pouring out of a cut on his cheek he shrugged, "Kid, I told you. Mind your head."

An Mo then yelled, "It's time to move out!"

Suddenly Servant One and another man wearing the same attire appeared, both of them leapt up into the air, clinging onto the feathers of the giant crow, scaling it and climbing onto its back.

"Come on Kid, its time to get moving." Grasping the scruff of Sha Ku's robes, he leapt up into the sky, mounting the giant crow as it soared into the sky, tossing Sha Ku into the hand of Servant One who caught him, An Mo sat atop the crows head, cross-legged and in meditation.

Sha Ku was breathing quickly, with everything in his body clenched in fear. If he was to fall from this height, he'd be killed and immediately.

As he looked back at Greenmont, the crow zoomed away at colossal speed, causing a wind pressure that would have surely knocked him off if it wasn't for Servant One holding him in his arms.

Although Greenmont grew smaller and smaller he had sharp eyes; he could see the pandemonium currently ensuing.

Half the town was covered in blood, and the other half was in a bed of flames!

Men and women were running about the town ma.s.sacring each other like swine!

"What's… what's happening." Sha Ku muttered.

"Masters exit probably caused collateral and killed a few people. The rest? I don't know. They seem to be rioting, after being oppressed by that Zane for so long they are a fuse ready to be lit, supposedly this is the moment." Servant One said while looking at the town of orange and red.

Soon after the small town vanished from sight, and apart from the harsh 'whoos.h.i.+ng' of air the back of the giant crow was utterly silent.

The silence lasted for a few hours until finally, An Mo spoke.

"Two, did you locate what I told you to?"

"Yes, master!" The second man in dark robes with a covered face finally spoke.

"Good, give it to the boy. It's a gift for him after all."

Servant Two immediately handed over an old scroll to Sha Ku, who was still wrapped in Servant One's arms.

Taking the scroll and unfurling it he scanned the contents, 'Heavenly Demon Soul' was the t.i.tle, which sent ripples throughout Sha Ku's body.

The words in the scroll were old and faded, yet they were ancient and profound, nonetheless.

"Kid, your soul is strange. It's already entered the primitive stages, which only Coloured Star Cultivators can achieve. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a descendant of an ancient race to have such a soul and aren't even human."

"This has led me to believe that you are a variant, and so you are both blessed and cursed by the heavens. Cultivate your soul with this technique, and you'll become extremely powerful. No matter what though, keep it a secret. Even I cannot protect you if you're caught with this technique. It's directly from one of the founding fathers of the Spirit Sword Sect, Kew.a.n.g Yun." An Mo said with a little bit of wanderl.u.s.t oozing from voice.

Sha Ku took his eyes off of the Scroll, turning immediately towards An Mo, "Did you just say Kew.a.n.g?" his voice stuttered a little, thinking back to the old man who had attended his birthday feast.

"Yes, Kew.a.n.g, Kew.a.n.g Yun." Replied An Mo.

"Have you ever heard of a person called Kew.a.n.g Tian?"

An Mo turned his head, raising his brow.

"Kew.a.n.g Tian? Never. Enough question, concentrate."

An Mo resumed his meditation, frustrated. That name was niggling at the back of his mind.