Fantasy Cultivation Journey

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Spoiler: Read Me

~Timeline: Wuxia (That also means character pictures/Names, must be in form of Chinese.)

~Genre: Fantasy/action/adventure/romance

~Long-Term/Multi-Paragraphs/Slow-Burn-but-with-progress/Please-Be-Literate.
Interest Check: Fantasy - Cultivation Journey M/M [Wuxia timeline]

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"Whoops, my hand slipped." That sentence had been said in a playful tone, no malice whatsoever. The owner of that voice is a handsome young man, about the age of twenty to twenty-five. He is currently standing by his table. Surrounded by several other males, however, the one he is currently in front of is wearing a pale almost surprised expression. Eyes wide as he looked at the young man. There was a twisting noise, squelching noise and water dripping onto the inn's floor.

"You-- you!!!" The man exclaimed, looking down at ten inches of fine steel currently plunged in his stomach, below him is pooling blood. The young man, who is holding the knife smiles innocently. As if it got nothing to do with him. The man paled before his eyes rolled back and finally collapsed. Everyone who saw the scene gasped, getting up their seats to get away from the scene although some watched from the distance.

At first, the handsome young man had been sitting by himself, the other three men came into the inn a while later and seeing there was no open table, they told the young man to move. After a battle of words, which the three men failed miserably even with three against one. They resort to using force, leading to the current scene of one of them being stabbed easily by the young man.

The other two men, enraged, began to attack. The chaos did not last long. The power level of the two men wasn't worth fighting with his own spiritual power. A quick stab and slice was enough to make them drop dead on the floor. Yet not a single speck of blood was visible on his clothes.

‘You reap what you sow’ If they hadn’t come and bug him things wouldn’t end this way. Now that his mood is ruined, he threw several gold coins over to the counter to cover for the broken tables. The tavern manager’s eyes bulged out at the casualty of the young man toward the gold coins. From his outfit, his noble demeanor, the amount of gold coins he spent as if the amount was nothing. It was clear the young man was not from ordinary sect or family.

“Distinguished guest, if you want we can prepare another meal for you and bring it to your room.”

The young man spares him a look as he walked past. “Tea as well.”

The manager nodded, either out of fear or greed for more money. “Yes, of course.”

Watching as the young man’s back disappear upstairs, he ordered his men to clean up the place and throw the corpses away.
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