"You...You bastard! Puahhh!" One of the skinny cultivators tried to speak but ended up coughing up a mouthful of blood instead.
When the Mystic Medicine Hall cultivators first accepted the mission from their elders, they thought it'd be a walk in the park for them.
The two skinny cultivators' job was to throw smoke bombs containing mild poison into Blake's house to knock the boy out.
They were to then transport the unconscious boy back to their sect in Okinawa to receive punishment for killing their sect leader, Habu.
But not only were the two skinny cultivators unable to find Blake in his house yesterday, they did not expect the smoke from the smoke bombs to be nullified immediately.
The moment they saw Blake slice through the smoke with a wave of his hand, the both of them thought in unison. 'We're fucked.'
They tried to run away by utilizing the movement techniques of their own sect.
Alas, Blake caught up to them within a blink of an eye.
After all, two Magic Grandmasters were no match for a Magic Ancestor.
That said, they didn't think Blake would pin them to the ground immediately upon landing.
Else, they would have gone all out at running away instead of constantly looking back to make sure their target had lost them.
Upon hearing the words of his enemies, Blake couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. "If you still have the strength to talk, why don't you save that energy to answer my questions. I promise I'll give you a quick death afterwards."
The other skinny cultivator who was still able to talk angrily refuted. "No one's going to answer you, you retard. Only a fool would betray their own sect to live. We, the Herbal Assassins, were raised for moments like these! We shall never yield–!"
His words were cut short when Blake waved his finger down, decapitating the guy effortlessly.
Blake let out a sigh before he bent down and looked at the other skinny cultivator.
He had stopped coughing blood so Blake was going to pry information from him instead.
"Any last words?" With a cold gaze, Blake raised his hand in front of his victim and asked his enemy coldly.
There was a moment of silence but the skinny cultivator soon gave in. "I'll speak! I'll speak!"
He was terrified for his life after he saw what Blake did to his clan mate for running his mouth.
'This young man is too out of this world to be judged by normal standards. I was a fool to try and capture a monster like this!' He thought to himself as his soul quivered.
Just being alive like this was a miracle to the skinny cultivator.
And so, under Blake's frozen gaze, the skinny cultivator spilled every secret and story about Mystic Medicine Hall, whether it was relevant to Blake's questions or not.
By evening, Blake had memorized everything his victim told him about his enemies.
Excluding the rumors and stories of the medicine sect, Mystic Medicine Hall's Five Mystic Doctors piqued Blake's interest.
Each of the Five Mystic Doctors was a peak Magic Elder expert that excelled in a type of medicinal art like pill making or acupuncture.
The Five Mystic Doctors were also the elders responsible for managing the five departments found within Mystic Medicine Hall and were the retainers of Habu the Herb King.
Of course, this was basic knowledge that any cultivator active in the world would know.
But what Blake heard from his victim earlier however, was something only close disciples of the Mystic Doctors would know.
Turns out, all Five Mystic Doctors had been eyeing the position of hall leader ever since Blake killed Habu at the autumn festival in Okinawa months ago.
They didn't care that their hall leader had just died. They only cared about their own reputations as well as the benefits of becoming the next hall leader.
'What a greedy bunch of mortals.' Blake lightly chuckled at the thought of it. 'The only reason assassins were sent out to capture me was because those greedy old men wanted to put up a show for the public to see.'
According to the skinny cultivator, the Five Mystic Doctors made a bet with each other that whoever is able to capture Blake first and bring them back to the sect would be the next hall leader.
The Mystic Doctors accepted the bet immediately before they each sent out their own people to go and capture Blake.
And yes, although these things happen often within the cultivation world, Blake burst out laughing upon learning that the five Mystic Doctors did not try to do some digging first before they sent out their disciples.
'The more I think about it, the more stupid those Mystic Doctors seem. I never knew Mystic Medicine Hall created idiots who think information gathering is irrelevant when they want to capture an unknown person. At least stalk me for a week or two first before you send people out! Their disciples are dying one by one because none of them know of my true power! They really are idiots, damn it!' Blake inwardly sighed.
All in all, Blake felt that this interrogation had opened up his eyes once again. 'The stupidity of people is indeed boundless.'
After the interrogation, Blake killed off the other skinny cultivator before he flew back to his classroom.
By then, most of his classmates had woken up.
When they all saw him fly through the window, they immediately put on smiles and greeted him cheerfully.
After all, they knew that Blake had knocked them out unintentionally.
Hours later, the sun set while the moon rose to shine its brilliance among the darkness.
Blake met up with Zack, Amelia and Willford at his house per his request.
He first told them what he learned of Mystic Medicine Hall and their ploy to use him to acquire the position of the new hall leader.
"So you're saying that Mystic Medicine Hall, the number one medicine sect in Japan, has an internal war ongoing? And you're the key to stopping it?" [Amelia]
"You're correct on the internal war part but I never said I was the key to stopping it. Heck, even if their entire sect collapses from within, I still wouldn't step in to help. So stop putting words in my mouth." [Blake]
"So what about Mystic Medicine Hall then? Are they a potential threat to you or not?" [Willford]
"Willford, get it together. In what world do you think Blake thinks of a 1st rate sect as a threat? He even barged into the Swordfish Royal Palace on his own." [Zack]
"True. Then, I'm sorry, Blake. I was too shortsighted to see the bigger picture." [Willford]
"Enough , enough…I didn't call you guys here to speak down on a shitty sect like Mystic Medicine Hall. I'm telling you guys about Mystic Medicine Hall's internal strife to prepare for the upcoming war between sects." [Blake]
"Upcoming war between sects?" [Amelia]
"Which two sects are going to war?" [Zack]
"Isn't it obvious? It will be my sect going to war against Mystic Medicine Hall!" [Blake]
"Wait, you have a sect?" [Willford]
"Not yet, but I'm going to create my own sect soon." [Blake]