Chapter 253 - The Genius Wastrel of the Profound Astral Sect

Among magnificent mountain peaks and landscapes, one of the three Supreme Sects in the World of Cultivation proudly stood with s.h.i.+ning grandeur and regality.

Many of the major sects made it a habit to find large and famous mountains to build their Sects on, and the founders of this Supreme Sect occupied the natural wonder that was the Steller Sky Mountains!

The surrounding lands near the abundant mountain peaks were all under the control of this powerful sect that held stupendous techniques geared towards the spatial attributes. Geniuses all over the world flocked over to this sect in order to learn their numerous intuitive ways of manipulating essence to bring wondrous effects in the s.p.a.ce surrounding them.

A sect filled with compet.i.tiveness and spirit, where the Disciples were encouraged to be free and unbound, staying true to their hearts as they followed their path of cultivation with only a single final goal- to become the strongest!

This was the sect that held sway over ⅓ of all the lands in the World of Cultivation, the birthplace and congregation of geniuses, the Profound Astral Sect!

In the many mountain peaks of the Stellar Sky Mountains, there was a particularly busy one where cultivators left their lonely abodes to come down and revel in the many enjoyments provided from the wealthy peaks around Profound Astral Sect.

This peak was actually termed Sunset Paradise, with the famous lines that once the sun set, paradise with all of its wonders would open up.

In a particular establishment in Sunset Paradise, a rare confrontation was occurring between two disciples of the Profound Astral Sect. This could be considered an extremely rare occurrence as this confrontation was not between some outer or even inner disciples of the sect, this was a confrontation between two Core Disciples of the Profound Astral Sect!

Any disciple that gained the t.i.tle of a Core Disciple was known to be an unmatched powerhouse, with some of them even nearing the power of some of the Elders of their sect. This was the case for one of the Core Disciples that was involved in this confrontation, vigorous power leaking out of his body which made the observers in the establishment almost turn their eyes away from the sight.

Some observers were whispering in hushed voices as they watched the unfolding show in an isolated s.p.a.ce barrier that was erected between the two Core Disciples.

"Is the s.h.i.+ning Son of the Profound Astral Sect back here to pick up the dredge of waste again?"

Words that would be considered extremely disrespectful towards one holding the status of a Core Disciple were thrown out without worry from a bystander as another replied.

"Ay, the wastrel of Profound Astral Sect came down to drink and cause trouble again. How many p.r.o.s.t.i.t.u.t.es do you think he ended the lives of today?"

"Oh, we're still counting? Not really sure if it was 3 or 5 today, all I know is that he's ruining the best spots in town. I can rarely find the just ripe ones as he makes sure to always target them first."

"Haha, then why don't you stand up to him and give the wastrel a beating?"

One friend dared another to openly act against a Core Disciple of the Profound Astral Sect as a silence came briefly, before the entire establishment broke out in a burst of raucous laughter.

"Haha, touch the wastrel? Not unless you want to lose your life!"

"He's the worst, but still the Core Disciple of the Profound Astral Sect. He's untouchable!"

Even though insults were being thrown around at this particular disciple of one the three Supreme Sects, all the beings here knew that they could only watch as he did what he wished, but could never act against him.

The bystanders were careful to only throw words of disdain towards the one known as wastrel of the Profound Astral Sect, but they were very careful to only sing praises when it came to the other Core Disciple confronting him, the s.h.i.+ning Son whose name resounded across the Steller Sky Mountains, the one known as William!

This was a known reality- that one could throw disdain and make fun of only a single core disciple of the Profound Astral Sect, and that was the wastrel that held the name of Crixus.

A powerful name, a waste of a person! That was the only way to describe Crixus.

The s.h.i.+ning Son spoke calmly to the drinking Crixus as his eyes could not hide the disdain.

"Do you hear that? The sound of n.o.bodies are actually laughing right in front of your face with no fear. They are ridiculing you as if you are nothing. Does this not fill you with a sense of shame to actually stop doing the things you've been doing, my dear Junior Brother?"

It was a common message that a caring Elder Disciple would give to another, and William had even cast an isolation barrier and caused no words coming out between them to leak out. This seemed like a courtesy, but whenever he spoke, his lips moved, and this meant everyone in the establishment knew what words were said between them. Of course, this was something that William knew, and had even planned this way!

Seeing no reply from the Crixus that just continued to drink, a dangerous light pa.s.sed through William's eyes as he turned and began moving away, dissolving the barrier of s.p.a.ce as he knew nothing else would get across the drunken brain today.

"Even though you are a waste of s.p.a.ce, you are still Profound Astral Sect's waste of s.p.a.ce. Any ridicule directed towards you is also aimed at your sect."

His vibrant power at the Saint Realm erupted out as a heavy pressure descended, his words carrying with them an insult to Crixus and a warning to the surrounding bystanders who quickly turned away and went back to their food and drinks.

The s.h.i.+ning Son left the establishment with light steps as his body disappeared from everyone's sights in a blink of an eye, but his disdain for his junior disciple still very much apparent!

There was a long history between the two that caused this disdain and conflict that many people did not know, and it was this conflict that caused William to descend from his Cultivation Abode every time he heard the news of the wastrel going wild in Sunset Paradise again.

The simple conflict that was only known among a few cultivators in the Profound Astral Sect was the fact that very early on during their cultivation journeys, William had his eyes on a particular Senior Sister, and so did Crixus!

Crixus was the son of a famous Elder in the Profound Astral Sect, while William was a normal genius disciple just beginning his cultivation. To William's dismay, he found out just a few months into his journey in the Profound Astral Sect that Crixus had used his ident.i.ty to force himself on this Senior Sister, ruining her face and making her ashamed to even be seen around the sect.

This beautiful senior sister finally could not take it, and with the help of a certain Elder that did not want things to garner too much attention, she ended up leaving the sect to start anew elsewhere, her history with the Profound Astral Sect forever ending.

This event had caused a tremendous wedge to grow between William and Crixus, with William using this rage and directing it towards his cultivation, his genius comprehension being put to full use as he grew to a powerful genius of the Profound Astral Sect and gained the t.i.tle of the s.h.i.+ning Son!

With his new t.i.tle, even with the fact that Crixus had a father for an Elder, William could now look down and even act against him as he wished to some extent. This was also one of the reasons why Crixus was drinking and ruining the lives of poor women frequently nowadays, his cultivation had not been able to advance from the Transcendent Realm all these years, and the cause was none other than William.

A duel had been called forth by the s.h.i.+ning Son some years ago, and William used this duel to deal heavy injuries that Crixus carried to this day. Until now, with William holding a cultivation level in the Saint Realm, Crixus was still left behind at Transcendent Realm!

Crixus became despondent and acted more and more like a wastrel as the years pa.s.sed, eventually gaining the t.i.tle of Wastrel of the Profound Astral Sect that he held now.

He finished his last drink as rage and jealousy filled his head, looking at the direction that William left in as he left the establishment himself. Crixus did not even gaze at the bystanders who were bas.h.i.+ng him as his drunken mind filled with rage moved out of the establishment, and his eyes landed on the red light district once again as he went forward to find a place to quell his anger.

Among the many bystanders that he was not paying attention to, a single one had a thoughtful expression on his face as he left the establishment along with Crixus, following closely behind him as their two figures disappeared among the ma.s.ses on the Sunset Paradise.