Battle and Sex Is All A Primordial Fiend Needs



Previously, the terrain had just been huge stone mountains with tons of gravel at their base with few signs of vegetation, but at the moment, a little of the landscape was changing as Seth moved.

Now he could see tall trees with lots of branches growing along the side of the mountains, the mountains not being made of just hard rock but also having soil.

As Seth moved, he realized that these new mountains, were fascinatingly all in a straight line on both his sides, meaning that somehow these mountains had naturally developed in a way that they created a wide path in the middle, a chain of mountains standing on both sides and stretching further in.

Inside this chain of mountains, using the tree as cover were Seth's targets, a group of low-level cultivators who he figured could lead him to their superiors.

Seth's figure had initially been steadily running, transversing between the chain of mountains but then all of a sudden he turned black and then disappeared.

The next time Seth became visible to weaker eyes, he was standing on one of the high branches of a tree and looking at a stunned man covered in an assortment of brown and dusty clothes.

It took the man's brain a few seconds to process the fact that Seth whom he had been quite the distance from him a few seconds ago was now in front of him.

When the brown-clothed man's brain finally caught up with reality, he silently and wordlessly swung his right hand, a long thin sleek blade appearing in it which he then proceeded to swing at Seth.

A second later, the brown-clothed man's right-hand arm fell off, and Seth's hand which was covered in black lightening now rested over the stump, stopping the bleeding but at the same time sending the man screaming.

"Ahhhhhhhh" the man's screams resonated, echoing for miles thanks to the presence of the multiple mountains.

A minute later, Seth once more returned to the wide path in the middle of the mountain chain, though the brown-clothed man's colleagues who had been hiding in other trees refrained from attacking him, Seth was okay with their actions.

The cry of the brown-clothed man as Seth roasted him in lightning was enough of a message to send to everyone that he was a significantly dangerous opponent and that they should send out their big guns.

"Or perhaps just him isn't enough" Seth wondered,

The man he had just killed had been at the level 3 mortal level, for the kind of enemies he wished to face, Seth doubted the death of level 3 mortal level would be enough to draw them out.

With this thought in mind, Seth began checking out the other cultivators bravely hiding in the trees along his path, looking to find someone with suitable cultivation whose death will bring the kind of heat he wanted.

With a sub-goal in mind, Seth came to a stop and then increased the intensity of his soulsense as he began penetrating through every scout hiding in the trees, checking their cultivation level, but his rambunctious actions didn't last long as she soon felt a powerful qi signature speeding towards him.

"Level 7 mortal" Seth muttered as he strolled forward, disappointed in the strength of the approaching cultivator and at the same time satisfied.

Seth was dissatisfied because of how weak the cultivator was, but at the same time, he was satisfied because the cultivator's life was significant enough to help him achieve his end goal.

Before a minute was over, the cultivator came to a stop before Seth, her bright dark eyes narrowed at Seth while her purple cloak along with her light brown hair flapped in a wind that had suddenly picked up, revealing the bulky black gown she wore within, a typical Egaroth dressing.

"was deint wein," the woman said looking Seth up and down, her qi spiking till it became visible around her.

"Great I just had to meet someone who doesn't know the cultivation tongue" Seth groaned inwardly.

"I don't understand you" Seth grumbled out of a casual politeness.

The large clothes covered up the woman's assets so Seth wasn't enamored by her, and seeing as he couldn't communicate with her, he decided to be in his way.

"Oh sorry, I was asking what is your purpose for being here," the woman said.

That the woman could also speak the cultivation tongue surprised Seth, but then again there wasn't any rule that said one couldn't learn multiple languages, so Seth quickly got over her bilingualism and moved on to his desires.

"Are you one of the rebels that are said to stay around this part?" Seth asked with normalcy.

The woman's face scrunched up, but then she nodded her head, not hiding as she lowered her posture.

"Good. Well am here because I'm searching for your ehh… immortal cultivator that leads your little rebellious group,"

Initially, Seth had wanted to ask for a level 9 mortal, but then he changed his mind and decided to go big. 

If there was truly an immortal level cultivator then good enough, he would test the waters of this infamous level of cultivation and though he acknowledges that such a battle would be no walkover, Seth had every intention of crushing his opponent.

Though there was a higher chance that he would only find a level 9 mortal cultivator Seth decided to think about what to do in that scenario when it finally happened.

"And who are you?"

"None of your business, just answer me, or better yet, lead me to the immortal level cultivator that leads your group..."

Seth had just finished his words when the woman shot toward him, the hairs on his body suddenly going static and his skin tingling.

"Oh a lightening user," Seth thought, interestingly watching as the woman slowly ran up to him, and when she got close, she raised her hand, a dagger appearing in it which she quickly had descending towards Seth.