Evil Samurai In Cultivation World

A few minutes ago.

"You can leave now, Randall," Claude turned around and walked back towards the entrance of the closed seclusion chamber. He shifted his gaze at Randall, and said, "I'll exit out of the chamber in one week, probably the day before the sparring contest begins. Until then, look after the residence for me."

"Very well, young master. I wish you good luck on your training." Randall stood up from the ground and bowed his head before turning around and walking back in the direction where he came from, leaving Claude standing alone in the entrance of the chamber.

Far away from the training ground, above the Bloodstone mountain which was part of the Golden Avarice estate, stood a figure with a pair of binoculars in his hands, looking at Claude and the leaving Randall with a devious smile on his face, "Oho? Don't tell me that the reckless junior Claude Rayforth is planning on entering the closed seclusion chamber for training? Well, well, well… isn't that interesting?"

The figure took the binoculars off his eyes to reveal the face of one of the lackeys who were under Ian. The young disciple then looked at the servant and master for a few more seconds before dashing back to the Grand Astral faction discussion room, where Ian Jefferson was sitting comfortably in a wooden chair, spinning a small blade in his hands, throwing it up and down in the air and playing around with it.

"Ian, I'm back..." The lackey landed in front of Ian and said with a smile and Ian shifted his attention from the small blade onto him.

"Brenden, you're back already...." Ian saw that one of his lackeys was back earlier than expected, and he grabbed the small blade that was still spinning in the air, causing it to disappear into nothing. "I assume you have come back because you found out something?"

"Oh, I definitely did find out something very interesting, Ian." Brenden said with a devilish grin on his face, and Ian who saw the excited expression on his lackey's face raised one of his eyebrows, interested in what he had found out.

"I thought that just following junior Claude wouldn't be enough, so I had began following his servant as well." Brenden replied enthusiastically, and Ian nodded his head, satisfied with the lackey's thinking skills. "That was a good idea. I like your thought process."

"Thank you, Ian." Brenden scratched his cheek, embarassed because of Ian praising him, but once he saw Ian motioning him to continue, he quickly snapped out of it and continued, "And so, I began following the servant. Now, at first it seemed like it was going to be a worthless investment of my time and effort. The servant was going back and forth to many medicine shops and grocery stores and buying the essential items. It wasn't anything special."

"Uh huh." Ian nodded his head, urging Brenden to continue. "Go on."

"Right," Brenden nodded back and continued, "But then, the servant began doing something peculiar. He went to the training ground sector and began asking around if there were any closed seclusion chambers remaining for use."

He paused for a second and looked at Ian, whose eyes were widened with surprise. He looked at Brenden for confirmation, and Brenden responded with a nod. Ian then softly muttered to himself, "No f*cking way. You have got to be kidding me..."

"I am afraid it is true, Ian." Brenden shook his head and replied almost immediately. "I saw junior Claude and the servant in front of one of the closed seclusion chambers just now. I am confident that he is planning on entering the chamber to train for the upcoming sparring contest."

Ian furrowed his eyebrows and scratched his chin as he sat down onto the wooden chair. "To think that punk would be so daring! Even I wouldn't risk my life and enter the closed seclusion chamber. It's simply suicide!"

He then paused for a second, turned his gaze towards Brenden and said with a grim expression on his face, "But on the other hand, if he does emerge from the chamber successfully, he'll be far stronger than before. We'd no longer be a threat to him."

'Well, you're already not a threat to him alone, Ian.' Brenden thought to himself, but he would never say it out loud. 

"To think I'd be stuck in such an unfortunate predicament." Ian massaged his forehead with an annoyed expression on his face, as Brenden watched him. "If Claude Rayforth fails while he's in the closed seclusion chamber, then I wouldn't be able to get a satisfying revenge on him. And if he does successfully emerge out of the chamber, we won't be his opponents anymore."

As Ian let out a desperate sigh, Brenden simply shrugged his shoulders and looked at Ian and said, "Then I guess we'd better make sure he fails because of us."

Ian raised his head and looked at Brenden with a curious expression, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm just saying...," Brenden said in a casual manner as he waved his hands around. "Although the closed seclusion chamber forces the cultivator to enter the mystical realm, apparently it's not exactly soundproof, which means that voices can enter through the walls and reach the cultivator's ears, thereby making them aware even when they're in the mystical realm. You just have to infuse a little bit of spiritual energy into your words as you speak."

Brenden rubbed his two hands together with an evil grin as he spoke, "And from what I know, almost all the disciples have a close relationship with their servants."

"Oh? I like where your mind is at, Brenden," Ian smiled as he reached out inside his robe and took out a small pouch, which he immediately threw towards Brenden, who caught the pouch eagerly.

"Thank you, Ian." Brenden bowed his head to show his respect, and Ian simply waved his hands to dismiss it. 

"Claude, you think you can just act as if nothing happened after picking a fight with me?" Ian tilted his head upwards, gazing at the sky as he continued speaking. "I am going to make sure that you regret ever meeting me!"

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Now to the present.

"Wow! To think my junior's servant has such a good intuition. I am impressed," A figure appeared before his vision, revealing himself to be Ian Jefferson.

Randall knew that this was the senior who had lost to Claude. He frowned and said, "What the hell do you think you're doing, following me? Are you trying to attack my master, because I am not going to let you do that!"

"Oh, I think you misunderstood my intentions. I would never try to attack my junior, especially since my master has strongly advised us to not endanger each other's lives." Ian dismissively waved his hands in the air as he looked at Randall with a calm smile on his face.

"However..." As he spoke, eight figures appeared from the shadows, surrounding Randall who was now on high alert. "The Headmaster didn't say anything about their servants..."

"You're trying to catch the servant because you weren't able to hurt his master?" Randall looked at Ian with disdain in his eyes as he spit out his saliva on the ground. "You're just pathetic!"

The smile on Ian's face faded away in an instant, and was replaced by an expression that was filled with hatred. "In about one minute, you're going to regret saying that."

"Oh, I highly doubt that." Randall raised both his hands up to his chest and positioned himself in a combat stance as he spoke. "Now, are you just going to talk, or are you going to actually fight me?"

"You little b*tch!" Ian gritted his teeth, and he screamed as loud as he could. "Beat him up! Make him beg for his life."

BAM!

As soon as he spoke, his lackeys leapt into the air and charged at Randall, who stared at the fast approaching opponents as he readied himself for the fight!

"Die you bastard!" One of the guys who were in the front of the attack yelled out as he slammed his fist forward, aiming for Randall's head.

BAM!

Randall immediately raised his hand up his head and blocked the attack as he kicked at the other guy's waist, pushing him backwards onto the ground.

POW!

But before Randall could ready himself once again, he felt a wave of spiritual energy press against his back, causing him to be flung forward as he let out a painful grunt. He had been attacked from behind with a palm strike!

As he fell forward, another guy charged towards him and swung his leg, aiming for his face, but Randall immediately grabbed his leg, and with a grunt, he pulled him up in the air and slammed him down on the ground with tremendous force, resulting in a loud noise and the ground shaking violently.

BOOM!

Another guy got a strike on his chest, and Randall spit out blood before sending him flying backwards with a palm strike of his own!

"You're persistent. I'll give you that," All of a sudden, Ian's voice echoed in his ears and Randall turned around in a hurry, but it was too late. 

Swish!

A slicing sound was heard, and Randall saw his left arm fly up into the sky as he knelt on the ground, letting out a painful scream. The figure of Ian approached him as he screamed, and with a smile, he said, "I told you didn't I? That you'll regret it."