Perverted Otherworlder 87 My Master

Everyone was lost for words. Only the most skillful cultivator could understand concepts, not to mention one of the most famed ones, yet this young man just did it. They only knew what they saw was a figure who later would be the brightest star in the sky. The one who would define an era.

But now, what would the owner do to an individual of this caliber as punishment? This question could only linger in their thoughts without an answer.

Albeit surprised, one of the waiters said, "Excuse our miscount Mr. Lyon. The rumors of your strength hold true but more importantly, you are an honest person. A cultivator like you is truly rare."

Lyon replied with a smile, "A cultivator seek strength but often forget the true nature of ones being, thus the reason for failing to reach their new height," (Hah, I'm so wise).

His quote was replied with silence. (Eh? What's wrong?) thought Lyon. However, his curiosity about the situation didn't last long.

One of the cultivators inside the restaurant stood up and applaud, "You are absolutely right, fellow cultivator. Thank you for sharing such a crucial point, this cultivator is in your debt. Now excuse me as I will try to breakthrough to the next realm!"

(Holy shit it's true?! I just made that up!) thought Lyon as he felt guilty.

Then another cultivator stood up, "I'm also in your debt, I think I had an epiphany just now, thank you for your guidance!" He rushed out as soon as possible to do a secluded training.

(Wow, wait...) thought Lyon.

"To think that I would find guidance in this restaurant, thank you, fellow cultivator! I bid you goodbye." said another one.

"Me too!"

(Oi! Don't go!!)

"Me three!"

(Please stay!!)

More and more cultivator was leaving the restaurant with smiles on their face. Almost half of them was gone in under a minute.

(Oh fuck! The restaurant's gonna out of customers because of me! ) thought Lyon but his good acting kept the other's suspicion away, except for Jugen.

(To think that you could worsen your situation, the killing was already a crime, now you drove the customers away? bro...) thought Jugen as he took a glance of his big brother.

The pair of waiters were speechless on what's happening. They couldn't decide if this was a blessing or not. The only hope they had was on their owner.

"Please follow us, Mr. Lyon." said one of the waiters as they proceed to lead the way on the third floor.

On the third floor, Lyon's vision immediately filled with two 'shoji' doors like those in Japan. (Never thought I would see one of these in this world).

"Please wait here," said one of the waiters as he opened the door and quickly closed it, preventing anyone from peeking inside.

It didn't take long before the door opened but the one coming out was not the waiter. It was a bald man with a distinctive scar on his left cheek. His muscles were hidden under his loose monk garment.

When their eyes met, the bald man nodded with a smile before walking past Lyon.

"Legion, was it?" said Lyon under his breath.

"Hm?" The bald man's eyes squinted with surprise as he turned his body around.

*thud

However, his gaze could only land on the sliding door.

The room was brim with light from the lamps on each corner of the walls and the yellow hue inside it gave a strange relaxing feeling to everyone. But what's suprised Lyon was the figure sitting in front of him, the owner of this place.

"Never thought it would be you," said Lyon with a smile.

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In a faraway world where no suns could be seen, one man was standing in the air above a pile of rubbish which was a castle not too long ago. His tattered clothes didn't do justice to describe his power at all. With his hand behind his back and the chains on his hand fluttered along with the wind he looked up at the night sky.

There was a sea of men and women in kowtowing position below him, it stretched through the edge of this world be it in the mountain, inside a cave, or on a deathbed, they all did it. However, this amazing sight couldn't even get the man's interest since it worth nothing to him. A tiger wouldn't care to a bunch of kowtowing cats!

A surge of emotions could be seen on the man's face as he reminisced the golden days. "Why are you silent now, HEAVENS!" shouted the man. His shout was so deafening that anyone in the vicinity had their ears bled, but they still held their position.

The man chuckled, "Of course you are, because your greatest threat, MY MASTER, IS BACK!" said the man before he continued, "He, who was talentless, he who was hard-working, he who would give this pathetic being a chance, but most importantly, HE, WHO WILL REPLACE YOU!"

The man retracted his right hand as the heaven and energies vigorously rotated in between his knuckle while the air seemed compressed with the pressure. People below him all palpitated as they feared the god of death wanted to claim their life.

"Giant art! Space Breaking Rift!" shouted the man as he released his right punch to the air in front,

*break

The space in front of him instantly shattered to bits, there was not even a crack, it was an instant hole!

Inside the hole was a rift full dimensional storm, not even a god would dare to enter inside as their body couldn't handle the shredding power it had. However, he just walked into it nonchalantly with only one goal in mind. "Even if there are currently millions and millions of worlds, I will find you my master, Lyon Torga!" said the man as he jumped to boost up his acceleration.

After he was gone the sea of people looked up an saw the space hole. To their horror, the hole was not closing or rather it was at a really slow rate. The world itself had trouble recuperating!

Chapter end

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