The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1372: Gu Sect (II) Chapter 1372: Gu Sect (II) Immediately, the eyes of the old man from the Hell Clan narrowed.

Although he loathed the Godslayer Human Race, there was a reason why he had been given this job: he could fulfill his duties without flaw, remaining objective and calm no matter who appeared before him.  “I am Martis,” the old man said, ensuring his words were clear and unwavering.

“What position do you wish to apply for?” The procedure was different here than in most organizations.

In many places, one would be forced to start from scratch and slowly climb the ranks.

However, in the Gu Sect, if you had the ‘merits’ to prove yourself, you could aim for a higher position right from the start.

This unusual system was part of the sect’s demonic nature-only strength, cunning, and personal achievements mattered.

Cain’s expression did not falter at the question.

He was perfectly aware of the Gu Sect’s customs and expectations.  “I wish to apply for Sect Elder,” Cain said, his tone calm and steady.

As soon as those words left his mouth, shock spread among all those who watched from the distance.

Dozens of cultivators lingering near the entrance to the Gu Sect widened their eyes in disbelief.

Their initial reaction was one of surprise, but it quickly shifted into mockery and disdain.

Snide comments began to spread through the crowd like wildfire.

“Sect Elder?” one voice scoffed from behind a large stone pillar, dripping with sarcasm.

“Who does he think he is?” another muttered, shaking their head.

“Godslayer Human, always so cocky,” a third sneered, followed by a few chuckles.

Derogatory remarks echoed in the surroundings, but Cain paid them no mind.

He kept his gaze fixed on Martis, ignoring the jeers as if they were the distant buzzing of insects.  Martis’s eyes narrowed as he heard Cain’s request, but unlike the crowd, he did not jump to conclusions.

He was entrusted with this role precisely because he would not let personal bias or emotions cloud his judgment.

Finally, he spoke in a calm yet demanding voice.

“Show me your merits.” Of course, one could not simply attain a high position in the Gu Sect by asking for it.

You had to prove your worth with ‘merits.’ As for what it actually meant, it was quite simple.  Cain’s response was immediate and confident.

He waved his hand, and the next second, Lupion’s corpse emerged from his space ring, floating silently by his side.

Merit were corpses of powerful cultivators; the higher the cultivation, the more merits.  Martis’s eyes narrowed as he recognized the race of the corpse.

The Lupion had belonged to the Inferno Dameon Race, just like him.

Such a coincidence would have stirred anger in others, but Martis remained composed.

Without hesitation, he produced a small eye-like device that unleashed a dark aura that washed over the lifeless body before withdrawing.

The device hummed faintly, analyzing the energy signatures.

“Early Divine Transcendence,” Martis said out loud, surprise evident in his voice.

It seemed as if he could not help but reveal his astonishment, and he was not alone in his reaction.  All those who had gathered around were now silent, stunned by the revelation.

A Divine Transcendence Master was not a trivial opponent.

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Defeating one required great strength, cunning, and skill.

Such experts were known to carry trump cards, escape techniques, and protective treasures.

Killing them outright was even more difficult.

Shock spread through the crowd.

The mocking voices fell silent as everyone reassessed their initial impressions of Cain.

Still, while many were now wary, a few eyes in the crowd gleamed with greed.

Some could not help but think that perhaps he had stumbled upon a weakened Divine Transcendence Master and struck at just the right time.

Such wishful thinking inflamed the greed of a few reckless cultivators who considered probing Cain’s true strength.

One of them could not resist the temptation.

Instead of restraining himself, the man allowed his Ego Wave to surge forward, attempting to perceive Cain’s cultivation level.

Maybe, if Cain was just lucky, they could rob him.

Cain sensed the probing attempt instantly.

The moment he felt that Ego Wave trying to scan him, his eyes glowed with monstrous coldness.

Inside his Soul Dimension, Leviathan, the massive demonic winged snake, roared.

That roar manifested as a psychic attack, obliterating the intrusive Ego Wave and striking back at its source like lightning, finding an easy path to the ground.

“AHHHHHHH!” a scream of agony tore through the quiet tension.

The Divine Transformation Master who had dared to probe Cain’s cultivation collapsed immediately.

Blood leaked from his eyes and ears, and he writhed on the ground, twitching uncontrollably.

Terror seized the hearts of everyone who had considered doing the same.

The punishment was swift and brutal, leaving no room for doubt about Cain’s capabilities.

In that instant, any curiosity or greed that might have lingered in the crowd vanished.

Their gazes turned away.

None of them wished to meet the same fate as that unfortunate fool.  Cain sneered as he glanced at the whimpering cultivator on the ground.

His coldness and killing intent still raged in his eyes when he looked back at Martis.

The old man had spoken the state of the corpse out loud on purpose, fully aware it might provoke a reaction from the crowd.  No fear or dread showed in Martis’s gaze.

He was wise enough not to confront Cain directly; he had not broken any rules, and thus, no retaliation would be warranted against him unless Cain wanted to face the entire Gu Sect.

Cain took a deep breath, allowing the fury in his heart to recede.

Soon, a small, serene smile replaced the hatred, as if the previous display of violence had never happened.

This sudden shift in demeanor made Martis frown slightly.

He preferred dealing with those who let their rage and hatred consume them, as they were predictable.

Calm and composed individuals were far more dangerous.

They hid knives behind gentle smiles, biding their time to strike with devastating precision.

Martis mentally noted this as another point in Cain’s favor-he was not easy prey and not a mindless brute.

In a calm and matter-of-fact voice, Martis announced the verdict: “An Early Divine Transcendence Master.

That gives you enough merits to become an Outer Elder.”