The Talentless Sect Master Chosen By The System Chapter 130: Conflict

When Dark Fang told Nightin these information, he also asked "Young master, has your information been recorded by the Voyager Kingdom?"

Nightin shrugged his shoulders and replied "I'm not sure either, we'll take things one step at a time."

"Young master, I'll wait for you on the other side." Dark Fang lowered his head and said politely before walking towards the scanning area.

After standing at the scanning area for about three seconds, the white ring lit up. A systematic voice message soon followed after "Common civilian, you may enter the Voyager kingdom by yourself."

The kingdom gates then opened up for him as he stepped into the Voyager kingdom. The view on the internal side was blocked off from Nightin and all he could see on the other side was nothingness. That's pretty reasonable though, it's just another layer of those troublesome and trivial security measures.

"Evil Lord Orochi, couldn't you have at least given me more info on what I should do?" Nightin muttered to himself as he stepped into the Voyager Kingdom scanner.

After about thirty seconds, the entrance for him was still blocked off and none of the rings lit up. Looking around him, all he could see were the four rings which weren't lit up. Thinking that the sensor might have somehow let him enter undetected, maybe due to a system malfunction or error. He was about to step out when the holgraphic exit gates closed on him.

[Side quest has been triggered: Find out the mastermind who locked you up here and the reason for it]

[Rewards: Nine Mystic layers, first manual]

Nine mystic layers is the evolved form on his nine mystic swords which has already grown too weak to amplify his attacks in the slightest. If one tells Nightin that the system is only an artificial intelligence without any mindset, he would rebuke them.

But speaking of which, the Nine Mystic layers might be the strongest attack technique in the entire cultivation universe if cultivated to its peak, with its ability to amplify the attack power of a cultivator by a thousand times when cultivated past the completion realm, the realm of transcending.

"Hey! Is anyone out there!" Nightin shouted, letting the quest notification go undetected by him, in which he'll seek the answers to anyways.

He was trapped in the scanning area of the entrance and even if he were to shout until he loses his voice, there would be no one around to hear him.

He was just like a experimental rat who got forgotten by the scientist and left there to wait for its death, no matter how big of a commotion the rat causes in the container, it still wouldn't affect the scientist who left it to its own demises.

"Whoever is out there, I know you can hear me! If so, then why don't you show yourself instead of being a cowardly turtle lurking in the dark!" Nightin shouted again as he circulated his spirit energy into his Samsara sword, slas.h.i.+ng towards the entrance gates.

The slash caused the trapped air within the scanning area to split apart, but it soon dissappated as though it has never appeared to begin with.

What? That was Nightin's only reaction when he realised that he wasn't just under surveillance, that person playing around with him like a puppeta and had strength that surpa.s.ses him to an unimaginable extent.

There's also the more likely scenario in which the person was only making use of the defense pre laid out in the scanning area.

He had merely arrived at the foot of the mountain after much effort, but the person at the summit was already rolling boulders to kill him for some reason.

"d.a.m.n it! Just what is it that you want!" Nightin shouted again as his fist smashed into the wall, causing a tiny spiderweb crack and a small dent, which soon returned to its initial form as though as it has never taken place.

"You should have antic.i.p.ated the arrival of this day the moment you decided to touch the woman our young master set his eyes on." The voice of a youth probably around his early twenties sounded off as an energy projection formed at the entrance.

In just the time of lesser than a second, his energy body had finished forming as he stood before Nightin. The youth had sharp eyebrows, short brown hair which had natural curls to them and a muscular body structure.

"Now that I'm here, it's about time I take your life in his stead." The youth said coldly as his killing intent pressured down on Nightin, but the vision of Nightin kneeling down to him didn't take place as expected.

"Don't you think that you're being too arrogant? Someone in his early twenties is picking on someone like me who's barely seventeen years of age and you don't find it disgraceful?" Nightin provoked in a mocking manner, a curve forming on his face.

"It doesn't matter. No one will know about this matter so long as I silence you today. You're just a middle stage Martial King after all. Since that's the case, I shall face you with my actual body."

"In addition, I'm sure that the young master would be pleased by my decisions and even reward me, it's been one year since my cultivation made any progress and without his a.s.sistance, there's no way I can shatter the fourth gate without three years more worth of time."

"Also, you should know the harsh requirements required to survive in the Overlord realm, let me replenish another information for you. Experts who are suppressing their cultivation at the ninth gate and some hybrid eight gates are spared from the law."

The energy projection said so as the kingdom gates opened, the man showed his true self which looked the same as the energy projection, but he looked much more muscular in comparison with his tall stature.

Walking into the scanning area with the kingdom gates closing silently behind him, he said "Now then, say goodbye to this short and pathetic lifetime of yours!" The brown haired youth said as he dashed forwards and threw his fist forward.

On his fist were spiked knuckles which was being worn. Judging from their sharpness and material, it should be a high grade heaven weapon with arrays carved on it.

"It doesn't matter, just don't end up dying by my hands today." Nightin said so calmly that it actually sent s.h.i.+vers down the brown haired youth's spine, but it was too late for him to back down as he punched forward with all his might.

"Is that all you got? You should just be someone of a low status then. A first to third gate Martial Emperor at the age of twenty, even my disciples in the middle grade realms can achieve that." Nightin said, his voice devoid of any tone as he raised his palm up.

Circulating his firestorm spirit energy, wind manifested on his palm as they easily resolved the sharpness and impact of that attack, allowing the fire to cause an explosion.

Boom

Hearing the sentence "even my disciples in the middle grade realm can achieve that" smashed his will and arrogance which had finally been built up after his dark past. Am I still a cripple in the end?

That was his last thought before a loud explosion occured at the point of contact, causing the brown haired youth to fly backwards as his body crashed onto the wall heavily, his arm had been seriously burnt and if Nightin didn't pull back at the last moment, he would already be crippled for life.

"So, just who is your young master and the woman you were talking about?" Nightin questioned as he looked down on the brown haired youth from above, his foot stamped on the chest of the brown haired youth.