Cultivation Chaos: Superheroes In The Realm Of Immorals

On seeing he had Spark's attention, Buzzer saw a path to live, so he quickly continued. "Esteemed sir, I heard a rumour previously about a small remote village. It is said that any man who went in came out an immortal."

Spark frowned on hearing this nonsense. That could just be a rumour for all he knew, and here he was giving his attention to this fool.

Seeing Spark's displeasure, Buzzer quickly assured, waving the scroll frantically. "S-sir, I swear to the heavens this is true! I saw with my own eyes a man who travelled to the village come back flying. Only immortals can do that — not even martial artists or essence weavers are qualified."

Pointing at the scroll in his hands, he explained, "This is the map that person left for me and my brother." He gestured towards the butchered corpse he had used as cover previously.

"The place is called Hybrid Valley… I-I can give it to you, but s-sir, please can you promise to let me live?" Buzzer finished with a fearful stutter.

Spark didn't reply. He simply stretched out his hand in expectation.

Buzzer frowned, hesitating for a bit, then gritting his teeth, he threw the scroll over, not daring to go close.

Spark caught it, inspected it for a bit, and, confirming it was indeed a map, tucked it into his robes.

"Now that you are done bargaining, I would like to ask," Spark said, addressing the terrified Buzzer.

"How many people have you killed?"

The question was simple, but it turned Buzzer's face ugly. Seeming to sense that Spark had no intention of letting him live, he turned around, bursting into a desperate sprint in a vain attempt to escape.

Unfortunately for him, Spark was whole now. His strength when injured had been outstanding, but compared to now?

He didn't even need his ability to catch up. In a flash, his flawless fingers clamped around the poor bandit's skull.

Spark's eyes remained cold as he began to question, his once playful tone now bone-chilling. "How many begged you to let them go? How many children did you make orphans? How many wives and daughters did you force yourself on? And you want mercy?"

As he spoke, Buzzer struggled fiercely while being slowly lifted from the ground. His kicks and flailing became desperate, but it was all for naught — he couldn't shake off Spark's vice grip.

His face morphed in horror as he noticed Spark's grip tightening, the fingers slowly but surely digging into his skull. He screamed, he begged, but Spark remained unfazed.

Now he regretted it. Why did he join Slade's crew?

Even if he had, why fake his death? At least if he hadn't, he would have died quickly and cleanly. He wouldn't have to suffer.

But now he could only struggle in vain as his head was slowly crushed.

He could feel everything — the fingers digging in, his skull starting to cave in on his brain. Slowly, his thoughts became sluggish, and his struggles weakened.

A few seconds later, blood vessels burst in his eyes, spraying like tiny fountains. Following suit, his head crumpled into a mess of bone, meat, and brain matter.

Spark didn't react to his death, showing neither joy nor anger. He simply shook his hand, trying to get the blood and meat off.

The moment he turned back to face Cai'er and the rest, his expression shifted instantly to one of joy. "Where were we? Ah yes — time to share the loot."

Everyone who saw this scary display and unnerving transition felt a chill creep up their spine. They all had the same thought: Psycho! But of course, no one dared say it aloud. They liked living and didn't want to part so soon.

Cai'er, on the other hand, didn't react negatively to his actions. Even though she wasn't powerful, her beauty had given her the privilege of being around different men with power, and as such she had witnessed all sorts of things.

Something like this couldn't affect her mental state. After being with enough men of power, she had long realized that powerful people were eccentrics.

She got straight to sharing the treasures. In addition to the remaining pills, Spark also got five essence artifacts. Though they were all of the Black grade, they were something nonetheless.

He also received plenty of food and a pile of luxurious robes. Cai'er wanted to add more, but he refused, deciding to trade the rest for the spatial ring.

Even though the value of the ring surpassed his remaining share, Cai'er agreed without hesitation. After all, acquiring resources was easy, but acquiring the favour of an expert? That was hard.

After gently arranging a mysterious ancient document into her bag, she turned back to Spark, eyes filled with hesitation and loss, and asked, "So what now?"

Spark, busy practicing the activation hand seals of the ring, replied, "What? We part ways naturally."

Cai'er frowned. I can't believe he shows no sign of reluctance to leave. It seems my looks aren't even worth anything in his eyes. She sighed in self-defeat.

Actually, while others had been marveling at his looks when he got healed, she was attracted to something else.

The towering, sun-like yang energy his body contained. Her yin physique, which had always driven men crazy about her, backfired at that moment, as something unbelievable happened — it became subdued.

It submitted directly to Spark's presence, turning the tables on her, making her feel what others felt around her — the insane desire to be his gnawed relentlessly at the back of her mind. But she still struggled to keep her composure.

"But Spark, did you forget the main deal we had?" she asked after a brief silence.

Spark nodded. In truth, his battle with Slade would never have been a success without the artifact they had lent him, so naturally he didn't forget his promise.

And now that he had resolved to awaken his Will, it was only natural he braved Nightmare Paradise soon. When the time came, he would naturally bring her along.

"You said I could come take you anytime from now till next year, right? Just sit tight, keep yourself pretty, and wait for me," Spark assured. He then walked away to Guo to bid farewell.

Meanwhile, he left Cai'er blushing. H-he called me pretty. She had gotten all sorts of praises before, but this… this felt more earned.

After bidding farewell and getting instructions on how to follow the map, Spark set out. His figure gradually vanished into the horizon.

His destination? Naturally, this so-called Hybrid Valley. He wanted to see if the rumours of them making one immortal were true.

If they were, he would be happy. The others, unlike him, must have already embarked on the path of cultivation he yearned for, and if there was even a sliver of a chance that he could become an immortal cultivator, he would take it.

Though he had resolved on becoming an Essence Weaver previously, now that he heard there might be a chance at something better, he would naturally take it.

If it didn't work out, too bad… he'd just have to settle for Essence Weaving then.

End of Volume One.