CHAPTER:9[WHAT HUMANS DIES FOR]
The moon shined brightly under its light Wu zian sat, he gently applied a green paste to his wound. The paste had costed him five points thinking of the price he sighed.
Many sects forcefully recruited mortals as labour disciples, making them work for their entire lives with insignificant benefits, this was the same case for the Blue Sea Sect.
In Blue Sea Sect, Disciple is just a title. Labour disciples are treated like slaves the amount of points they earn throughout a day is hardly enough to survive.
Labour disciples are granted three days rest each week, but many choose to continue their work even during these times, seeking to earn more points.
After applying all the paste Wu zian picked a book from the side, this book was given to him by the old lady. The recipe for four-season liquor and many other liquors were written in the book. Holding the book he felt grateful, the old lady had been taking care of Wu zian like a guardian, the house currently Wu zian lived in was gifted by her, she even gave him food for one month and clothes.
Labour disciples don't have any home, most of them don't even have shelter, they stray in the Sect like dogs while some have small thatched room.
Wu zian opened the book, a smell of alcohol filled the air, the book was written by the old lady, it held the scent of her life.
Wu zian ignored the foul smell and turned the pages, his finger stopped on a page titled Spring liquor recipe, reading the instructions something unexpected happened, the words written started to float out dancing in the air.
Wu zian immediately closed the book and put it on the side thinking."Smell of alcohol, did it just make me see words fly out of book." He felt a slight pain in his head." well it can be since I have never drank any alcohol."
Afterwards Leaning against a tree Wu zian fell asleep.
Gradually the sun replaced the moon, a crowd surrounded an arena, and two outer disciples were having a duel, one had a leaner physique and the other muscular.
The disciple with leaner physique was holding a spear, he spoke."Mao Hu, you should forfeit now, look at you, you are exhausted."
Mao Hu stood very proudly in the arena."Ling Ye don't worry about me, I am going turn you into meat paste."
Ling Ye rotated the spear behind him, slightly turning his head upward."As you wish." He vanished from his position and appeared beside Mao Hu swinging his spear at the neck.
Mao Hu grabbed it with bare hand, and with his palm, he thrusted at Ling Ye's chest sending him flying backwards.
Mao Hu glanced at the spear in his hand."You only know how to talk big." He threw the spear outside the arena.
Mao Hu's arm became heavy like a boulder, he could feel the circulation of spiritual energy in his fist, using his wind gale fist technique he dashed forward.
Ling Ye jumped back, as he dodged a burst of wind echoed in the air, pointing his two fingers ahead, his two fingers aligned like a spear using his footwork technique he rushed ahead.
Mao Hu blocked every attack, he could feel the concentration of spiritual energy in Ling Ye's fingers, one mistake and the fingers could poke holes in his flesh.
Every cultivator in the cultivation world have different cultivation path, incase of this duel, Ling Ye has cultivated his spear technique and footwork dominantly whereas Mao Hu has dominantly cultivated his physical physique.
Without any flaws, Mao Hu simultaneously blocked every blow, as time passed Ling Ye's speed slowed. The reason a cultivation technique can not be used infinitely, it consumes spiritual energy and adaptation of the body regarding the technique.
Ling Ye stopped the wave of attack and stood maintaining ten foot distance. He breathed heavily while Mao Hu also took his time to breathe. Both of them started at each other.
Ling Ye had attacked multiple times and Mao Hu only twice, Ling Ye's face frowned thinking of his situation anybody could tell he had less spiritual energy in metaphysical space than Mao Hu.
Mao Hu's fingers started to shake violently, as he closed his palm into fist the vibration transmitted to his whole arm. He attacked multiple times but Ling Ye dodged using his footwork technique.
Mao Hu's attack speed increased with each swing the vibration made his punch more powerful and reckless at this point his moments and attack patterns looked alike to a gorilla.
Ling Ye's speed decreased with time, fear rised in his heart, eyes became wider and wider with each dodge. The breathing sound coming from Mao Hu's nostrils terrified him.
Mao Hu fulfilled the only missing point with his laughter, he successfully grabbed Ling Ye's face, his hand completely covered the face except for one eye.
Bamm, Mao Hu slammed Ling Ye's head on the ground and punched, the punch crushed Ling Ye's Right ear into meat paste, he had aimed for the head but missed.
A crater formed around Mao Hu's punch, under his grasp Ling Ye could hardly move. He torned the clothes around Ling Ye's chest.
Ling Ye screamed, Mao Hu with a bare hand scraped skin out of Ling Ye's chest and continued without any pity.
Usually, cultivator shows very righteous appearances to the world calm and respectful but the world of cultivation is nothing different than a jungle, an area with only one rule: The strong walks and weak persih under the foot. The rule is merciless also the fate of weak, weakness a shadow that tails an individual endlessly, a weightless reality but in Infront of the strong the reality becomes heavier than hundreds of mountains crushing the individual to die.
The crazy laughter came to an end while Mao Hu squished the flesh, blood dripped on Ling Ye's nose flowing to the ground, he again approached to scrape more flesh speaking."Ling Ye wheres your heart."
The next moment Mao Hu's pupils turned into needle size, Ling Ye's hand grasped his neck, fingers wrapping like five serpents blocking the blood vessel.
"For how much time can you stay alive without the supply of blood to the brain." Blood droplets dripped inside Ling Ye's mouth as he spoke.
Mao Hu felt immense pain around his neck, his whole face turned red and it turned even worse when Ling Ye's fingers poked inside.
Struggling to speak Mao Hu replied."Same for your heart." He ruthlessly punched the chest and heard the sound of broken ribcage. Both of them were in a life and death situation.
Mao Hu's punch left a slight dent, with another attack he pulled the right side ribcage bone out. Hot streams of blood gushed out of the chest, In Ling Ye's face the colour faded his gaze looked dead.
On the other hand, Mao Hu also was in terrible condition Ling Ye's fingers had dislocated his spine and damaged his internal organs, blood flowed from fingers to arm and the ground.
The vitality in Ling Ye's eye faded away, Mao Hu scooped out Ling Ye's heart with this a hole was left in the chest, the heart beated for a while and stopped even after death the girp of fingers were tough.
Mao Hu fell above Ling Ye's body, his mind died due to lack of blood. The smell of blood filled the atmosphere and both of them were soaked with each other's blood.
Among the crowd Wu zian stood watching the duel,other people were talking casually, for them losing life in a duel was not a big thing.
"Greed, they had plenty of life left ahead, I can't understand why cultivators lose their life casually." A young man standing beside Wu zian said.
Wu zian ignored the young man and remained silent.
Again the young asked Wu zian for his name."I haven't seen you and this is not the time of year for labour requirement."
This time Wu zian replied."Fishes die because of their greed, birds die out of their arrogance, animals from their nature and you know for what Human dies.
"Wealth."
Wu zian shook his head.
The young man again responded."Prestige."
Wu zian again showed disagreement.
"Power."
Taking a deep sigh Wu zian answered."Society, look at them they have died in a heroic posture, both of them knew death was Inevitable still they showed no sign of sorrow emerging in their heart, their face is masked by society inside they have deep regrets and disappointment."
Hearing the answer a respect for Wu zian developed within the young man with a simple laugh he said."Well, my name is Ao Wei, it's weird, I gave this name to myself."