Chapter 73 – The Tales Woven (III)

Chapter 73

The Tales Woven (III)

Six bodies lay sprawled across the floor, discarded like used tissues, life within them snuffed. At the same time, a young-seeming man was putting on crimson dragon robes with the help of a young girl; she was shaking and whimpering, her hands just barely holding on to the silk as she carefully pulled the Master’s arms through the sleeves.

“You’ve made a mess of things again,” an aged voice broke the heavy silence as the void itself tore open just to the side of the bed, with a well-dressed and groomed middle-aged man stepping through casually, hands behind his back. “Get out.” He flicked his finger, causing the young woman to abruptly fly sideways and out of the room, tumbling on the hardened carpet outside just as the doors to the bedroom closed.

The young man frowned and glared silently at the old one for a moment, finishing dressing himself on his own.

“These impromptu visits are getting old,” he complained.

“And my patience is wearing thin,” the other responded in kind, flicking his fingers yet again, his azure-blue eyes shining in a strange glint. A moment later, the six corpses faded as though they were never there, leaving behind only a fading scent of a chrysanthemum. “Where is the girl?”

“I told you I will deliver her to you personally… in time.”

“There is no time left.”

“It’s not so simple! Even if they are just a third-rate irrelevant sect, they still hold the Holy Rights to those mountains! It was brilliantly clever for that old servant of hers to drag her there of all places…”

“You are growing ever bolder, little one.” The young man suddenly found himself floating against his will, feeling the pressure of the fingers digging into his neck as he found it harder and harder to breathe.

The majestic dragon robes fluttered wildly as he rocked his legs in any which direction he could, trying to gasp for breath.

“Not five years ago, you came to me on your knees, begging and crying to help you. And look at you now–daring to talk back, to quip, to praise the filth-blooded before my very ears. Because of you, because of how long we’ve waited, the word has already gotten out. All the Holy Lands are aware that the Soul Dao Seed is somewhere in the Lesser Lands.

“While they may not know precisely where just yet, it is only a matter of time. The time we don’t have. So, you have a month, young pup. Go to war, and get me the Seed by any means necessary, or I will do unto you what your body would have already done without me… but much, much, much worse.”

“HAAAAH!” the young man gasped for breath as he fell to the ground, thudding against the rock-hard floor, feeling bruised.

By the time he turned around and looked up, the old man was gone, leaving behind a lingering scent of death.

“Dammit,” he cursed under his breath, massaging his neck. A month… wasn’t enough. And yet, he had no other choice. “Just what in heaven’s name is the Soul Dao Seed?”

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

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What happened to Jiang Dong?

Hell if I know.

After my ‘interrogation’ came to an end, I went out for a nice little walk, took in the sights of a slightly overcast day with the scent of rain on the horizon, and by the time I came back… he was gone, my bedroom empty as though he were never there.

Where was he ushered off to? I don’t know, and I am far too afraid to ask.