Celestial Peak [I]

129. First Young Master, let's fight II

Wang Ling stood there facing the middle-aged man as he continued his words, "I have just finished my training and I have other agendas to do. Please let us do this another time, okay?"

Wang Ling was not in the mood to fight. He had come home to the main house to learn and easily break through the next level. Although he had yet to accept most of the resources from Butler Sun, the souls and blood he asked for were coming.

Resources were in no way something he didn't want. Just that Shadow Pavilion was larger than he had thought. He had yet to venture to the Shadow Pavilion was situated but the number of people he had seen cultivating the same techniques had already numbered at 59.

It had yet to reach hundreds, but those 59 people were all in the saint phase. Just how strong was the Shadow Pavilion? He didn't know. But he had the general idea how much resources it must take to support so many people of that caliber.

Wang Ling knew that the greatest adversary in his path to the top was his lack of cultivation resources. However, he can't have his family taking the fall for him if he took their resources away.

The number of resources he needed was astronomical. So, he had to do this on his own or he might as well cause his family to have cracks. Because of that, Wang Ling was truly lucky to inherit the Soul Devourer technique.

Such a technique lets him raise his strength by using the souls of his enemies. Because of that, Wang Ling had asked Butler Sun to get him soul and blood of spirit beasts to raise his strength.

Sighing, he looked at the middle-aged man who had a disappointed look on his face. The middle-aged man looked kind of pitiful despite being so largely built so much so he resembles a bear.

"Can we not fight just a tiny bit? I'll even help you with your agenda, I just want to see the First Young Master's dao in the path of the sword. I train in the path of the saber so I just wish to trade pointers."

"But I am so weak, my cultivation is not up to par with yours. Having a battle with me is nothing but a waste of your time."

The middle-aged man answered with a smile, "I understand your point. But we can just seal our qi and use only our sword and saber to fight. If the First Young Master does not wish to fight with real weapons, I can provide a training sword for the two of us to use."

Seeing the middle-aged man being so persistent. Wang Ling felt a headache and rubbed his temples before asking, "Do you have the ability to harvest souls? Also, just to make sure, you really will do anything to fight me, correct?"

The middle-aged man found his question baffling and too outlandish for the current topic but still nodded his head to answer, "Yes."

"Good, then, if you want me to fight you get me 17 souls and 17 blood essence of spirit beasts. I originally asked Butler Sun for them, but seeing you have free time and is beyond the saint phase, might I ask senior to collect them for me?"

The middle-aged man's face beamed after hearing Wang Ling's answer, "Sure, I can that done in a few short hours. Wait for me First Young Master, I will get them for you."

Wang Ling saw the middle-aged man flew off at high speeds and saw his body emit a golden light while doing so. He was now pretty sure that the person was stronger than a saint.

Wang Ling shook his head and went out of his courtyard. He had no time to waste and went to the Alchemy Pavilion of his family. The pavilion was another pagoda, but it stood tall like an ancient building.

Observing it with a single look will make others see it as dilapidated. Half of the pavilion had been burnt off presenting a terrible sight.

Wang Ling had heard a lot of things from Butler Sun when he got here.