Destiny Weaving System- Teacher Becomes Dual Cultivating Overlord

"You... Who are you?"

When Patrick saw Ken, he immediately stopped and asked. He was panting a little as he tried to catch his breath.

After all, he had come here as fast as he could. He still needed to return to the sect before the Annual Competition began.

He was one year younger than Ken, so he didn't know Ken or had ever seen his face.

"It doesn't matter who I am. I need you to tell me who gave you the information about this place."

Ken hoarsely spoke as he walked down.

"You... I am not afraid of you."

Patrick took a deep breath and roared. His Qi flared. Although he didn't know how Ken knew this, he knew Ken must be silenced.

Otherwise, his cooperation with them would be revealed, and he would be killed before he got a chance to grow up.

As he flared his Qi, he rushed towards Ken with extraordinary speed, crossing ten meters with a single leap.

But suddenly, Ken closed his eyes for a split second before he dashed forward.

His speed was so fast that it left behind an afterimage before he appeared behind Patrick.

[Quick Sword Art- One Draw]

Clack!

As he stopped, he returned the sword to its sheath with a small metal collision sound.

Splash!

Patrick's right arm suddenly flew out of his shoulder and fell to the ground. Blood splattered everywhere, leaving him confused.

Only a second later, Patrick reacted as he clutched the wound with his other hand and screamed.

"Ahhhhhh!"

He desperately released his Qi and slowed down the blood flow.

Ken didn't stop him. He needed answers. He made this move to make Patrick feel afraid.

As long as Patrick could feel fear, he would definitely reveal the truth. But while he was observing Patrick from behind, he noticed something unusual.

"Hey, you have climbed up from 20% Blood Tempering Stage to 40% Blood Tempering Stage in just a month."

"You have such a talent."

Ken was genuinely surprised. Improving this much in just a month wasn't easy.

Especially for an average person. The fact that Patrick could do it meant he had some talent.

At least, compared to Ken Tenshi, his talent was quite good.

"W—wh—who are you? Why do you know me?"

Patrick asked.

Then, Ken realized that he had recently changed his clothes, so Patrick didn't even realize he was from the same sect.

But Ken didn't let out his identity; instead, he asked.

"Patrick, tell me, who gave you the orders? If you tell me the truth, I will let you live."

Hearing that, Patrick's eyes showed some hope. He hadn't become an Evil Cultivator.

He had only lost his arm. He could still cultivate like normal. As long as he could return to the sect, he could be safe as well.

At the same time, he swore in heart.

'That bastard, he was going to make him pay for giving me such wrong information.'

'If that bastard hadn't told me about this place, I wouldn't have lost my arm.'

"I will tell you. I will tell you. But you mustn't tell anyone about me."

Hearing Ken folded his arms and nodded his head.

"Only I am supposed to know about this place. I have seen your behavior before, Patrick. You haven't done anything wrong yet."

"So, if you answer my question, I will not reveal your information to anyone."

Patrick felt a sigh of relief. As long as he could save his life.

That's all it mattered. He just wanted to live. Now, his goal was just to survive.

"It was Makim Koji. He told me about this place and how it has an inheritance of the powerful Ancient Sect."

"I swear I knew nothing about this place before that. I have not done anything wrong. I don't know why he knows this place."

"Please let me go!"

'Sure enough! I wasn't wrong. Some have impersonated Makim. Or, was it a puppet? I can't be sure, but they are indeed behind this.'

'My previous speculation about their interference within the Golden Dragon Sect and even the continent's power balance wasn't wrong.'

'They want the righteous faction and the evil faction to fight each other and weaken our forces so that they can easily take control of our continent.'

'In such a situation, my idea for establishing my own power is indeed perfect. Not only will I be able to fully utilize my profession.'

'I will also be able to prepare for the worst. This time, I won't let them win.'

After this confirmation, Ken was one hundred percent sure that the battle between the Ancient Puppet Sect and the Golden Dragon Sect had been started by the Nether Race.

And, the perpetrator was none other than the elder of the sect, Makim Koji.

Who would have thought of that?

At least, he didn't.

Makim had never shown any kind of traitorous behavior before. If not for his system, he wouldn't even know it.

"Can I go?"

Suddenly, the voice from Patrick startled him and woke him from his thoughts.

Ken lowered his head and nodded.

Seeing this, Patrick sighed a breath of relief. With his wounds already being clogged, he wanted to get as far away as possible.

He placed his other hand on the ground and tried standing up. He had consumed almost all of his Qi to block the blood.

Now, he was feeling extremely weak, but he wanted to survive under any condition.

But just when he tried standing up, he felt a cold chill on his neck.

[Quick Sword Art- One Draw]

Ken unsheathed his sword and stepped forward.

The sharp edge of the sword cut through the neck of the person. It was as smooth as cutting paper with a sharp knife.

Splash!

Before Patrick could even think of something, his head fell to the ground. The blood spluttered up like the water in a water fountain.

His eyes were wide open. The head fell next to Ken, who was standing five meters away from Patrick.

He looked at Patrick and muttered.

"If you betray the sect, your punishment will be nothing but death."

Of course, if Patrick were forced into this situation, he wouldn't have killed him. But from the looks of it, he wasn't.

He knew he was going to join Evil Faction, and despite that, he still came.

In such a condition, the punishment was simple and crude.

It was death.

[Congratulations, Host! You have made a major change.]

[You receive 2 Destiny Eggs]

Seeing this panel, Ken didn't react much. He raised his right hand, and his Qi flared.

[Dragon Flame]

A red-hot flame erupted from the palm of his hand. It turned into a stream of fire and engulfed the dead body and head at the same time.

At this moment, Ken no longer felt that kind of exhaustion of his Qi. It did decrease, but it wasn't anything substantial.

Soon, the flame disappeared and revealed the ashes on the ground.

He waved his hand, and with a small wind blowing from his wave, the ashes were blown away.

Finally, Ken walked down the mountain.

'Things are getting serious. As soon as the Annual Competition ends, I need to leave the sect and start my own force.'

'But how should I do it? Should it make it like a sect? Maybe like those assassination forces?'

'Should I try creating my own family? With this route, I can be successful in both routes.'

'But having my family face the danger isn't what I want. At least, that's not what I plan to do.'

'I should focus on finding talented people and recruiting them. From those past rumors, I should be able to find some good talent, right?'

Though he had some knowledge, he wasn't confident in that.

Not only because he never stepped outside Lightning Sword Kingdom, but also because his connections were very few.

It was only after he became a famous figure in the Golden Dragon Sect, he started getting more information from outside the kingdom.

'After this competition, I should definitely try my luck.'

He thought to himself as he ran towards the sect.

...

Inside the Golden Dragon Sect,

"Hey, Outer disciple? This is the core area of the Sect. You are not allowed here."

Two tall men stood in front of two disciples and spoke with a cold tone while flaring their Qi.

"Ninth Stage Qi Condensation Realm! Not bad!"

Makim stared at these two people and spoke with a smile.

"You!"

When the man felt the gaze from Makim, he felt like he was stripped naked.

Unlike him, his colleague angrily waved his hand.

"You are not allowed here."

He released a powerful wave of Qi.

When it moved forward, Makim disappeared in front of him, and so did the fat young man next to him.

But the young man couldn't help but feel confused.

"Hey, why didn't my attack hit you?"

As he finished his sentence, he and his colleague spluttered out blood from their mouth and fell to the ground.

Not even realizing that they were looking behind.