Chapter 263: 029 – Mercy...
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"What's a spiritist?" the mayor asked curiously.
"The rarest type of cultivators," Cassy said, body cultivators such as himself were the most common, then there were the spell casters, not only did it cost 200 gold for someone to become a spell caster, but cost for the research and study that went into being a spell caster would make that 200 gold look like an anthill before a mountain.
"Spiritist's are exceedingly rare, truth be told I've only heard stories about them, but supposedly a rare type of spiritist has the power to influence people's minds, and control them,"
"Spiritist are weak at first, but once they learn how to use their powers they are dreadful opponents, who can rely on the masses to cause chaos,"
"There are even rumours about her majesty the heavenly empress's first commander being a spiritist that is capable of reading people's minds,"
"It's possible that this man is a new spiritist and his using this village as a testing ground to learn how to use his power," Cassy stated sharing a look with the mayor.
The both of them thought of something very scary at that moment, since spiritist's were so rare, it was probably unlikely that he was actually a discarded child, it was a lot more likely that he was a prodigy of some big noble family, which filled the both of them with fear.
But it was too late for them to back down now, half the village was already riled up, if either of them tried to reconciliate with a 'rapist' it would severely affect their agenda's.
---
Lirian could hear the stomping of over a thousand people, even if someone was deaf they would have noticed the crowd because of the tremors that were passing through the crowd.
But despite all of this Lirian sat in his room with a little grin splayed on his face and sipped some ale, as if waiting for an appointment.
Lirian was waiting for the man of the hour, the cultivator of Willcolly, the man they all called Mr Cassy.
[The cultivator is within range]
[Proceed with a fate string search, Y/N?]
The system inquired.
"Yes," Lirian replied but almost immediately he was surprised, 200 000 fate particles were rapidly drained away.
The amount was nothing when compared to Lirian's reserves, but such a number made no sense, in general a first grade cultivator would hold about 10 000 fate particles at max, while a second grade cultivator would hold up to a 100 000 fate particles, yet Cassy had double of that.
To have such large reserves at a low level was the sign of being someone with great influence, or someone holding onto great secrets, but if Cassy wasn't someone with a low cultivation it meant that Lirian was in a lot of trouble.
If Cassy was just a first grade cultivator Lirian would be able to defeat him with ease, but if he were a second grade cultivator in the early stages, it would definitely be a life or death battle for Lirian any higher and Lirian would undoubtedly be dead in a frontal confrontation.
The system suddenly brought up a bunch of basic information and categorised all the memories of Cassy for Lirian to review whenever he pleased.
---
Name: Cassy
Alias: Agent No. R6S11 B16U1191
Status: Pseudo First grade mortal/Novice mortal, fifth stage - Healthy
Affiliations: Unity (An organisation that spans across the world of Nebula-6 that opposes the current power structure)
Current realm: The Mortal Realm
Body: 362 (elementary body cultivation technique)
Mana: 100 (locked)
Mind: 100 (locked)
---
"So he has secrets," Lirian whistled in appreciation, he loved secrets, just like any person with a slightly scheming mind loves possessing the secrets of others.
'Wow that is some alias he has,' Lirian thought, he had to little information on it currently, but he assumed that the agent number had more meaning behind it.
Lirian looked through a little of Cassy's memories and found that the group he was affiliated with was seen as a type of terror group, and Cassy was currently being tested by the group.
They gave him the task of gaining control over Willcolly to prove his worth in exchange for certain cultivation resources and a thousand gold coins.
Unfortunately it seemed that Cassy had no idea about their agenda in taking Willcolly.
Just then Lirian heard shouts outside the inn, "Come out rapist!" the people shouted and banged the handles of their pitch forks and torches against the ground.
"Come out rapist!"
"Come out rapist!"
"Come out rapist!"
The people started to chant loudly, like it was a chorus, creating a booming sound in the night air, at that point Lirian heard the doors open and the barmaids came rushing out in confusion.
They were kept in the dark, and once they opened the doors, the people grabbed the barmaids and pulled them aside.
"Come out rapist or we'll burn the place down," Lirian heard someone shout, he recognised this voice it was one of the guards Lirian met when he entered the village the one called Bosh.
The people knew that he was a cultivator so they dared not rush into inn to try and drag Lirian out, so they went with the only other method they knew, to burn him out.
Evidently the innkeeper and his wife still hadn't arrived or they would have been shouting at the people for trying to burn down their business and home, and before long, Lirian could hear them splashing something against the walls of the inn.
"Are they using the black oil?" Lirian wondered aloud without any concern, and seconds later he could smell the fume's produced by the black oil confirming his guess.
In no time at all the building was on fire, with a large mob of angry villagers shouting curse after curse at Lirian.
'These people's shouts are ruining my time to investigate this guy,' Lirian complained internally and continued to sip on his ale as he played a couple of Cassy's memories in his head.
Amongst those memories Lirian saw the conversation that just happened between Cassy and the mayor, 'A spiritist huh, I guess that's what they call a person who cultivates their mind,' Lirian realised.
Cultivation of the mind was universally considered the most dangerous type of cultivation, because firstly it was a very difficult task to study the energy points of the mind, and a simple small mistake could easily turn a person into a vegetable.
Also in most worlds that were ruled by the strongest fist, mental cultivators were often seen as weak and easily killed which made them very rare.
It was the problem that came with ruling through power, they were incapable of appreciating the finer arts that could make their lives easier and more convenient.
In the current six civilisations, psychic mind cultivators were integral parts of the system, every single one of them was treated like treasure, the appreciation of the finer arts all came down to how far a civilisation strayed from barbarism.
Just then while Lirian was lost in thought a new voice shouted for him to come out, this voice carried power to it that all the others lacked, Lirian could sense the power of world energy lacing the voice.
"So it's finally time," Lirian chuckled and walked to the window, he could feel the blazing hot fires licking the walls of the inn and creating a wave of hot hair that ruffled through his hair.
Lirian climbed through the window on the third floor and vaulted himself up onto the angled roof of the inn.
"I heard someone calling for me!" Lirian shouted down at the crowd, as everyone looked up they saw Lirian standing on the roof in a carefree manner as he sipped on a mug of ale.
Even Lirian's shout had a playful ring to it which completely made the blood of the people rage, one villager flung his pitchfork with surprisingly good accuracy at Lirian in a fit of anger.
"Now, now," Lirian said with a smirk and lightly flicked one of the flying pitchfork's spokes, causing it to change trajectory, the pitch fork did a sharp 90 degree turn and suddenly accelerated, it smashed straight into someone's head.
The sound of a skull being cracked and ripped apart sounded, and just seconds later crazed howls of grief and anger washed over the crowd, the villagers quickly noticed the victim.
It was the bakers eldest daughter, she was twenty years old and she was currently with child, everyone in the village knew her, but now she was dead in the blink of an eye, and the children she carried in her womb were gone to.
She was only four months in, it was far too early for there to be any chance of saving the children.
Only Lirian remained completely unaffected, without any concern at all, "Let's not start throwing things around, or else someone might get hurt," Lirian said in a scolding tone before offering a hearty laugh.
But just then Lirian heard something, a lingering voice resounding in his head, "mercy," it whispered softly.
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"What's a spiritist?" the mayor asked curiously.
"The rarest type of cultivators," Cassy said, body cultivators such as himself were the most common, then there were the spell casters, not only did it cost 200 gold for someone to become a spell caster, but cost for the research and study that went into being a spell caster would make that 200 gold look like an anthill before a mountain.
"Spiritist's are exceedingly rare, truth be told I've only heard stories about them, but supposedly a rare type of spiritist has the power to influence people's minds, and control them,"
"Spiritist are weak at first, but once they learn how to use their powers they are dreadful opponents, who can rely on the masses to cause chaos,"
"There are even rumours about her majesty the heavenly empress's first commander being a spiritist that is capable of reading people's minds,"
"It's possible that this man is a new spiritist and his using this village as a testing ground to learn how to use his power," Cassy stated sharing a look with the mayor.
The both of them thought of something very scary at that moment, since spiritist's were so rare, it was probably unlikely that he was actually a discarded child, it was a lot more likely that he was a prodigy of some big noble family, which filled the both of them with fear.
But it was too late for them to back down now, half the village was already riled up, if either of them tried to reconciliate with a 'rapist' it would severely affect their agenda's.
---
Lirian could hear the stomping of over a thousand people, even if someone was deaf they would have noticed the crowd because of the tremors that were passing through the crowd.
But despite all of this Lirian sat in his room with a little grin splayed on his face and sipped some ale, as if waiting for an appointment.
Lirian was waiting for the man of the hour, the cultivator of Willcolly, the man they all called Mr Cassy.
[The cultivator is within range]
[Proceed with a fate string search, Y/N?]
The system inquired.
"Yes," Lirian replied but almost immediately he was surprised, 200 000 fate particles were rapidly drained away.
The amount was nothing when compared to Lirian's reserves, but such a number made no sense, in general a first grade cultivator would hold about 10 000 fate particles at max, while a second grade cultivator would hold up to a 100 000 fate particles, yet Cassy had double of that.
To have such large reserves at a low level was the sign of being someone with great influence, or someone holding onto great secrets, but if Cassy wasn't someone with a low cultivation it meant that Lirian was in a lot of trouble.
If Cassy was just a first grade cultivator Lirian would be able to defeat him with ease, but if he were a second grade cultivator in the early stages, it would definitely be a life or death battle for Lirian any higher and Lirian would undoubtedly be dead in a frontal confrontation.
The system suddenly brought up a bunch of basic information and categorised all the memories of Cassy for Lirian to review whenever he pleased.
---
Name: Cassy
Alias: Agent No. R6S11 B16U1191
Status: Pseudo First grade mortal/Novice mortal, fifth stage - Healthy
Affiliations: Unity (An organisation that spans across the world of Nebula-6 that opposes the current power structure)
Current realm: The Mortal Realm
Body: 362 (elementary body cultivation technique)
Mana: 100 (locked)
Mind: 100 (locked)
---
"So he has secrets," Lirian whistled in appreciation, he loved secrets, just like any person with a slightly scheming mind loves possessing the secrets of others.
'Wow that is some alias he has,' Lirian thought, he had to little information on it currently, but he assumed that the agent number had more meaning behind it.
Lirian looked through a little of Cassy's memories and found that the group he was affiliated with was seen as a type of terror group, and Cassy was currently being tested by the group.
They gave him the task of gaining control over Willcolly to prove his worth in exchange for certain cultivation resources and a thousand gold coins.
Unfortunately it seemed that Cassy had no idea about their agenda in taking Willcolly.
Just then Lirian heard shouts outside the inn, "Come out rapist!" the people shouted and banged the handles of their pitch forks and torches against the ground.
"Come out rapist!"
"Come out rapist!"
"Come out rapist!"
The people started to chant loudly, like it was a chorus, creating a booming sound in the night air, at that point Lirian heard the doors open and the barmaids came rushing out in confusion.
They were kept in the dark, and once they opened the doors, the people grabbed the barmaids and pulled them aside.
"Come out rapist or we'll burn the place down," Lirian heard someone shout, he recognised this voice it was one of the guards Lirian met when he entered the village the one called Bosh.
The people knew that he was a cultivator so they dared not rush into inn to try and drag Lirian out, so they went with the only other method they knew, to burn him out.
Evidently the innkeeper and his wife still hadn't arrived or they would have been shouting at the people for trying to burn down their business and home, and before long, Lirian could hear them splashing something against the walls of the inn.
"Are they using the black oil?" Lirian wondered aloud without any concern, and seconds later he could smell the fume's produced by the black oil confirming his guess.
In no time at all the building was on fire, with a large mob of angry villagers shouting curse after curse at Lirian.
'These people's shouts are ruining my time to investigate this guy,' Lirian complained internally and continued to sip on his ale as he played a couple of Cassy's memories in his head.
Amongst those memories Lirian saw the conversation that just happened between Cassy and the mayor, 'A spiritist huh, I guess that's what they call a person who cultivates their mind,' Lirian realised.
Cultivation of the mind was universally considered the most dangerous type of cultivation, because firstly it was a very difficult task to study the energy points of the mind, and a simple small mistake could easily turn a person into a vegetable.
Also in most worlds that were ruled by the strongest fist, mental cultivators were often seen as weak and easily killed which made them very rare.
It was the problem that came with ruling through power, they were incapable of appreciating the finer arts that could make their lives easier and more convenient.
In the current six civilisations, psychic mind cultivators were integral parts of the system, every single one of them was treated like treasure, the appreciation of the finer arts all came down to how far a civilisation strayed from barbarism.
Just then while Lirian was lost in thought a new voice shouted for him to come out, this voice carried power to it that all the others lacked, Lirian could sense the power of world energy lacing the voice.
"So it's finally time," Lirian chuckled and walked to the window, he could feel the blazing hot fires licking the walls of the inn and creating a wave of hot hair that ruffled through his hair.
Lirian climbed through the window on the third floor and vaulted himself up onto the angled roof of the inn.
"I heard someone calling for me!" Lirian shouted down at the crowd, as everyone looked up they saw Lirian standing on the roof in a carefree manner as he sipped on a mug of ale.
Even Lirian's shout had a playful ring to it which completely made the blood of the people rage, one villager flung his pitchfork with surprisingly good accuracy at Lirian in a fit of anger.
"Now, now," Lirian said with a smirk and lightly flicked one of the flying pitchfork's spokes, causing it to change trajectory, the pitch fork did a sharp 90 degree turn and suddenly accelerated, it smashed straight into someone's head.
The sound of a skull being cracked and ripped apart sounded, and just seconds later crazed howls of grief and anger washed over the crowd, the villagers quickly noticed the victim.
It was the bakers eldest daughter, she was twenty years old and she was currently with child, everyone in the village knew her, but now she was dead in the blink of an eye, and the children she carried in her womb were gone to.
She was only four months in, it was far too early for there to be any chance of saving the children.
Only Lirian remained completely unaffected, without any concern at all, "Let's not start throwing things around, or else someone might get hurt," Lirian said in a scolding tone before offering a hearty laugh.
But just then Lirian heard something, a lingering voice resounding in his head, "mercy," it whispered softly.
"What's a spiritist?" the mayor asked curiously."The rarest type of cultivators," Cassy said, body cultivators such as himself were the most common, then there were the spell casters, not only did it cost 200 gold for someone to become a spell caster, but cost for the research and study that went into being a spell caster would make that 200 gold look like an anthill before a mountain."Spiritist's are exceedingly rare, truth be told I've only heard stories about them, but supposedly a rare type of spiritist has the power to influence people's minds, and control them,""Spiritist are weak at first, but once they learn how to use their powers they are dreadful opponents, who can rely on the masses to cause chaos,""There are even rumours about her majesty the heavenly empress's first commander being a spiritist that is capable of reading people's minds,""It's possible that this man is a new spiritist and his using this village as a testing ground to learn how to use his power," Cassy stated sharing a look with the mayor.The both of them thought of something very scary at that moment, since spiritist's were so rare, it was probably unlikely that he was actually a discarded child, it was a lot more likely that he was a prodigy of some big noble family, which filled the both of them with fear.But it was too late for them to back down now, half the village was already riled up, if either of them tried to reconciliate with a 'rapist' it would severely affect their agenda's.---Lirian could hear the stomping of over a thousand people, even if someone was deaf they would have noticed the crowd because of the tremors that were passing through the crowd.But despite all of this Lirian sat in his room with a little grin splayed on his face and sipped some ale, as if waiting for an appointment.Lirian was waiting for the man of the hour, the cultivator of Willcolly, the man they all called Mr Cassy.The cultivator is within rangeProceed with a fate string search, Y/N?The system inquired."Yes," Lirian replied but almost immediately he was surprised, 200 000 fate particles were rapidly drained away.The amount was nothing when compared to Lirian's reserves, but such a number made no sense, in general a first grade cultivator would hold about 10 000 fate particles at max, while a second grade cultivator would hold up to a 100 000 fate particles, yet Cassy had double of that.To have such large reserves at a low level was the sign of being someone with great influence, or someone holding onto great secrets, but if Cassy wasn't someone with a low cultivation it meant that Lirian was in a lot of trouble.If Cassy was just a first grade cultivator Lirian would be able to defeat him with ease, but if he were a second grade cultivator in the early stages, it would definitely be a life or death battle for Lirian any higher and Lirian would undoubtedly be dead in a frontal confrontation.The system suddenly brought up a bunch of basic information and categorised all the memories of Cassy for Lirian to review whenever he pleased.---Name: CassyAlias: Agent No. R6S11 B16U1191Status: Pseudo First grade mortal/Novice mortal, fifth stage - HealthyAffiliations: Unity An organisation that spans across the world of Nebula-6 that opposes the current power structureCurrent realm: The Mortal RealmBody: 362 elementary body cultivation techniqueMana: 100 lockedMind: 100 locked---"So he has secrets," Lirian whistled in appreciation, he loved secrets, just like any person with a slightly scheming mind loves possessing the secrets of others.'Wow that is some alias he has,' Lirian thought, he had to little information on it currently, but he assumed that the agent number had more meaning behind it.Lirian looked through a little of Cassy's memories and found that the group he was affiliated with was seen as a type of terror group, and Cassy was currently being tested by the group.They gave him the task of gaining control over Willcolly to prove his worth in exchange for certain cultivation resources and a thousand gold coins.Unfortunately it seemed that Cassy had no idea about their agenda in taking Willcolly.Just then Lirian heard shouts outside the inn, "Come out rapist!" the people shouted and banged the handles of their pitch forks and torches against the ground."Come out rapist!""Come out rapist!""Come out rapist!"The people started to chant loudly, like it was a chorus, creating a booming sound in the night air, at that point Lirian heard the doors open and the barmaids came rushing out in confusion.They were kept in the dark, and once they opened the doors, the people grabbed the barmaids and pulled them aside."Come out rapist or we'll burn the place down," Lirian heard someone shout, he recognised this voice it was one of the guards Lirian met when he entered the village the one called Bosh.The people knew that he was a cultivator so they dared not rush into inn to try and drag Lirian out, so they went with the only other method they knew, to burn him out.Evidently the innkeeper and his wife still hadn't arrived or they would have been shouting at the people for trying to burn down their business and home, and before long, Lirian could hear them splashing something against the walls of the inn."Are they using the black oil?" Lirian wondered aloud without any concern, and seconds later he could smell the fume's produced by the black oil confirming his guess.In no time at all the building was on fire, with a large mob of angry villagers shouting curse after curse at Lirian.'These people's shouts are ruining my time to investigate this guy,' Lirian complained internally and continued to sip on his ale as he played a couple of Cassy's memories in his head.Amongst those memories Lirian saw the conversation that just happened between Cassy and the mayor, 'A spiritist huh, I guess that's what they call a person who cultivates their mind,' Lirian realised.Cultivation of the mind was universally considered the most dangerous type of cultivation, because firstly it was a very difficult task to study the energy points of the mind, and a simple small mistake could easily turn a person into a vegetable.Also in most worlds that were ruled by the strongest fist, mental cultivators were often seen as weak and easily killed which made them very rare.It was the problem that came with ruling through power, they were incapable of appreciating the finer arts that could make their lives easier and more convenient.In the current six civilisations, psychic mind cultivators were integral parts of the system, every single one of them was treated like treasure, the appreciation of the finer arts all came down to how far a civilisation strayed from barbarism.Just then while Lirian was lost in thought a new voice shouted for him to come out, this voice carried power to it that all the others lacked, Lirian could sense the power of world energy lacing the voice."So it's finally time," Lirian chuckled and walked to the window, he could feel the blazing hot fires licking the walls of the inn and creating a wave of hot hair that ruffled through his hair.Lirian climbed through the window on the third floor and vaulted himself up onto the angled roof of the inn."I heard someone calling for me!" Lirian shouted down at the crowd, as everyone looked up they saw Lirian standing on the roof in a carefree manner as he sipped on a mug of ale.Even Lirian's shout had a playful ring to it which completely made the blood of the people rage, one villager flung his pitchfork with surprisingly good accuracy at Lirian in a fit of anger."Now, now," Lirian said with a smirk and lightly flicked one of the flying pitchfork's spokes, causing it to change trajectory, the pitch fork did a sharp 90 degree turn and suddenly accelerated, it smashed straight into someone's head.The sound of a skull being cracked and ripped apart sounded, and just seconds later crazed howls of grief and anger washed over the crowd, the villagers quickly noticed the victim.It was the bakers eldest daughter, she was twenty years old and she was currently with child, everyone in the village knew her, but now she was dead in the blink of an eye, and the children she carried in her womb were gone to.She was only four months in, it was far too early for there to be any chance of saving the children.Only Lirian remained completely unaffected, without any concern at all, "Let's not start throwing things around, or else someone might get hurt," Lirian said in a scolding tone before offering a hearty laugh.But just then Lirian heard something, a lingering voice resounding in his head, "mercy," it whispered softly.
