Stop all notifications.
I can't continue to read thousands of useless Notifications.
Wow, That's quite a stat point I've accumulated.
"Hmmm"
I muttered to myself, observing the updated status screen, now displaying a more user-friendly interface.
It will be a long journey before I reach the Transcendence realm.
The path to attaining it appeared daunting, knowing that even individuals with cultivation talent only had a lifespan of up to a century at most similar to my previous world, often achieving this milestone after the age of fifty.
I now looked at myself intensely in the mirror since I recently came out of the bath that Acantha gave me.
I didn't like it but what can be done?
Presently free of scars, I couldn't dismiss the possibility of their appearance in the future.
"I'm Anticipating that day," I mused quietly. The idea of maintaining an unblemished pretty boy face didn't sit well with me. I prefer a face imbued with masculinity, even if it exudes an intimidating aura.
"I prefer a face that tells a story, one etched with the marks of experience," I pondered. The thought of my hands mirroring the trials I'd encountered in my previous life lingered in my mind.
I took a walk outside my room, still wearing my human mask as I was pondering, and entered the garden.
|_ "You're just an extension of my desire"_|
|_"Why were you born? To make my life terrible"_|
Terrible memories surfaced in my mind from my past life but I distracted myself looking at the beautiful and shiny sun.
I found a semblance of peace in the sun's furious radiance."Heavens, Should I try eating sun after reaching higher realms."
I fly at a speed of 200 km/hr by using Qi Telekinesis and fly toward the waiting room, taking a slightly longer route, much like plucking an ear from its upper edge rather than a direct approach allowing me to showcase to non-cultivators what they're missing. It grieved me deeply when I overheard a young child saying, "Mommy, I wish to fly one day."
I hear "Don't worry, one day you will." It's obviously from a naked woman only covered by a piece of clothing above her pussy. Probably that child's mother or grandma.
Heavens, why lie to a small child? He'll also melt fucking glass one day in some sort of factory like his father, given he seems to be ugly, not educated, and doesn't have an ounce of cultivation talent.
But looking at this a question arose in the hearts of mind about why they are born in the immortal world of our Upper realm rather than the mortal world and then my mind answered it by saying this is easily understandable, considering the interdependence of everything and the demands of the food chain.
"What a pity," I thought to myself "Maybe I should make education compulsory for children up to 13 years old in my kingdom at least."
I increase my speed and instantly appear in the waiting room.
It was tough to phase through the wall.
Entering surreptitiously, no one took notice of my arrival, thanks to the human guise of Jack Gautama I wore. His face was so generic that I could blend in the air just like how in my life porn star blended in their blue films.
But alas, since I came first at trial 1,
it was expected that I'd be noticed by someone.
"Remember me? I was right beside you."
His name was so amusing that it remained unforgettable.
"I do recall you, Obanma," I responded, mindful of his feelings of envy. I wondered if they all forgot how I disfigured my previous opponent.
I didn't like this person mostly due to his abundant beard that seemed unkempt despite his recent bath, evidenced by his attire. He struck me as a sore loser, the type who might betray you when least expected. I wondered if he'd like bombing children.
"May I ask where you're from?"
he inquired, clearly interested in learning about my background.
"I come from a humble background unlike yours," I told him "It's nothing in comparison to yours."
"You making fun of me?" He said, his skepticism evident. I didn't say anything wrong since his father is the sect leader of one of the branch sects of the Hatti sect.
"I apologize if I seemed disrespectful," I hastily clarified, taking a step back and diverting our focus to the ongoing fight.
It was between Prince Carl and Jung Koowon.
Prince Carl was swiftly dodging all the punches thrown by Jung Koowon.
Punch
Prince Carl was struck by a powerful punch, causing him to momentarily lose consciousness for a second.
Observing the twist in the fight, I took a seat nearby, gesturing for Obanma to join me.
He declined, preferring to return to his seat, likely focusing on our upcoming fight. His interest seemed more aligned with gathering information about me. That he failed.
I took the tasty buttermilk offered to me by one of the servants who approached me. "I saw your fight; you're incredibly strong. I'll be cheering for you," she said.
I chuckled appreciatively, concealing my inner amusement. "Thank you so much. It truly means a lot to me."
I laugh like a maniac from inside for her in pity.
"Ouch! Another of the punch landed on him. Is the prince okay?"
"Go, Prince Carl, dodge those punches!"
Many of his seemingly fan girls screamed in unison.
This Jung Koowon punches really hard.
I took a sip of buttermilk, now more invested in the match.
Prince Carl leaped into the air, drawing his sword swiftly.
He cried out something akin to "Mammoth Whirlwind Sword style," and a gust of wind enveloped the area around his sword.
As he slashed, aiming precisely, the strike hit the mark, but Jung Koowon's counter-punch shattered the attack.
Prince Carl was visibly perspiring, while Jung appeared unfazed, not breaking a bead of sweat in sight.
"I would love to meet you after this stage," Price Carl said. I was ashamed of myself for thinking that he'd do something magical.
As I was thinking this, Prince Carl did what I calculated for him to do.
He brought a Gun in a fistfight.
This technology is not manufactured in our realm but in specific mortal worlds of the Upper realm that are separated from the Profound world by the boundary of time and space.
Moreover, much of the technology generally used in the medieval society of the Upper human realm is copied from the design found in the technologically advanced society of the Lower human realms since one Day in the Upper realm at minimum is equal to one Quincentenary in any of the Lower human realms on an average, Lower realm human have much more time to flourish in technological advancement.
Well, there is a catch here. A bullet would do nothing against a cultivator. It's just that I entrenched it with my formations.
3
2
1
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He channeled as much Qi as possible in bullets and fired shots at Jung.
Bang Bang DaDaDaDa
It was over.
Jung broke some bullets and also dodged some however, despite his efforts, it seems that some bullets hit him, leading to his elimination from the match.
Prince Carl ought to extend his gratitude to me for the weapon I provided him from my inventory.
wait wait, Would Carl like it if I pluck Jung Koowon's eyes and make Jung eat them at Gunpoint? Now that'd be quite a comedy.