Death... and me



Rean was brought to one of the many airships in the sky, the biggest one of the World Splitting Sect, where he was left in Diliy's training room. There, Diliy was cultivating his Sword Intent with eyes closed. For a moment, Rean felt like Diliy's Sword Intent was about to slash through him. However, he had known Sword Intent for way longer than Diliy did, so he didn't lose his cool.

Diliy opened his eyes and looked at Rean, even more satisfied. "My Sword Intent doesn't seem to bother you, it seems."

Rean smiled in response. "Just like many of the World Splitting Sect cultivators, I also can use the Forth Level of Sword Intent. And as far as I know, the Fourth Level seems to be the limit of our planet."

Diliy didn't deny that. "It is true. I also don't know anyone capable of using any kind of weapon intent above the Fourth Level. Anyway, I tried to search a little about you. However, not much was found. It was as if you suddenly appeared in the Capital out of thin air. If a kid with such unbelievable talent for swords had been found in the country before, there is no way I wouldn't know. Where did you come from?"

Rean didn't deny that. Since he was using this new identity, it was only natural that Diliy had his doubts. "I am indeed not from here. All I can tell is that my brother and I stepped on a formation in the middle of a few ruins in the past and ended over in this country. I checked the online network for information, but my own country doesn't seem to be listed anywhere."

Diliy was taken aback. He was certain Rean... Asterix wasn't from his country, but he didn't expect he might not be from this planet altogether. "What's the name of your planet?" "Sunkan," Rean answered without thinking twice. That was a planet from Lisan, so there was no need to worry about anyone knowing about it.

"Sunkan..." Diliy thought about it for a moment. "Where did I hear about that name..."

Rean was the one surprised now. 'Now, that's a coincidence. He just so happens to know something with a similar name,' he thought to himself.

Diliy shook his head in the end. "Forget it; I'm at least sure it is not the name of a planet. Anyway, how did you learn to fight like that? Your sword style is truly out of the norm."

"Home, of course," Rean shrugged. "My father was also a swordsman, and he also had the Fourth Level of Sword Intent, which he used to teach me. By the way, back on my planet, we call it Sword Aura." Lies upon lies, and yet, Rean couldn't care less. It was simply impossible to verify his words... except for a Soul Binding Contract. Too bad those contracts didn't work on him due to the system's Soul Protection.

Diliy did think about asking Rean to sign such a contract. It wouldn't be anything restraining. The only rule was that Rean would have to speak the truth during this conversation. Once they were done, the contract's binding would dissolve by itself. However, Diliy truly wished to take Rean as a disciple, so doing such a thing would be a very bad start. "Sword Aura... quite a nice name. Alright, my World Splitting Sect doesn't care about one's past as long as the person isn't some kind of evil."

Rean faintly smiled. "Well, if there is one thing I proud myself about, it is the fact that I am a forthright person. I'm no saint, though. If someone messes with me, I will mess back with them, and it will be ten times worse."

"I couldn't ask for anything less," Diliy was happy to hear that since he held a similar belief. "So, Asterix, would you like to be my disciple?"

Rean narrowed his eyes. "I only promised to visit the World Splitting Sect once everything here in the city was over. Whether I will join it or not is still up for debate, let alone become your disciple."

Diliy felt weird. As the Sect Master and a Peak Transition Realm Expert, he never expected anyone to refuse an invitation from him. Yet, Rean didn't seem very excited about such things. "Then let's go there now. We have many resources and even formations made specially for the training of sword cultivators."

"That will have to wait," Rean quickly shook his head. "I still have a few things to do in this city. If you want, you can go back ahead. I'll pay a visit to your sect later when I have some time."

Diliy pondered about this issue. The more he spoke to Rean, the less he felt like he was talking to a young man. Still, he could see with his Spiritual Sense that Rean's bone age was indeed around twelve to thirteen years old. 'Maybe a reincarnation? No, such a thing doesn't exist in this Universe. Possession? No, the formation in the platforms would have detected straight away if someone else's soul was inside Asterix's body. The only remaining reason is his upbringing. What kind of teachings his father gave him for his mind to mature this far...'

Diliy only got more interested. "Very well, then let me show you something." Following that, Diliy took out a wooden sword. "As you said, a sword is a sword, regardless of the material." Rean got interested. "Indeed."

Diliy then smiled and activated his Sword Intent. It showed the same Fourth Level as Rean's Sword Intent, Sword Aura. However, that aura began to disappear little by little until, in the end, only the Wooden Sword remained. "Do you like it?"

Rean was completely confused. "Like it? Like what? The wooden sword? I quite like Wooden Swords." The Sword Intent was gone, so what was there to be interested in?

Diliy faintly smiled and made a slash motion in Rean's direction.

Rean felt a shiver all over his body. He immediately took out his sword from the spatial ring and slashed back with everything he had, including his Sword Aura.

*Swish!*

However, Rean's sword was suddenly split in half, and even a few hairs on his forehead were cut in the process. "Holy mommy..."

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