Published: February 13, 2025
“Father.” Bashiru raised his head slightly, his expression somewhat sinister.
“Is there something?” Luo She’s displeasure was evident on his face as he looked at his son, even showing a hint of disgust.
Bashiru lowered his head again, paused briefly, and said, “Father, I just fought with Ye Zhi, and I lost.”
“Hmm?” Luo She didn’t quite understand, frowning as he looked at his son and snapped, “Isn’t it normal to win or lose in a competition? Did you want to win all the time?”
“If there’s nothing else, don’t disturb me.”
Luo She had already begun to show impatience, wanting to send him away.
Bashiru remained still, clenched his fists, and then quietly said, “Father, Ye Zhi entered the realm of master-level fighters after me, and twenty days ago, when we tested fuleira together, he was nearly five hundred points lower than me. He has never been my opponent, but!”
“Now I lost. His strength has been increasing rapidly. After defeating me, he tested fuleira and surpassed me by nearly a thousand points! This means he has gained almost two thousand fuleira in just twenty days! This is impossible!”
As he spoke, Bashiru became somewhat agitated.
Luo She, who had already stood up intending to leave, sat back down.
“It’s common for master-level fighters to experience rapid fuleira growth at certain stages. Just because he wasn’t as good as you before doesn’t mean he will always be inferior,” Luo She now displayed a surprising level of patience, his tone calming down.
“If it were anyone else, I would accept your statement, but I don’t believe it about Ye Zhi. I know him too well; we’ve known each other for too many years. I am very clear about his talent. There’s no way he could have increased his fuleira so rapidly.”
Bashiru looked at Luo She, his eyes filled with heat.
Luo She stared back at his son, his face darkening in silence.
Bashiru took a deep breath, saying, “I know, it’s because of you, Father.”
“Just like… when you helped me break through to become a master-level fighter.”
The room was suddenly filled with just the sound of their breathing.
“Some things shouldn’t be used too much; overindulgence brings harm,” Luo Shen said, standing up and walking away.
Bashiru stood alone in the room for a long time, gritting his teeth before leaving.
Luo She returned to his room, sat on a chair for a moment, then pressed two spots on the wall behind him. An secret door opened, and he walked in. Before him was a massive pool filled with green liquid. Six or seven people were submerged inside, their bodies writhing unsteadily, but their hands, feet, and necks were all shackled with thick metal chains, rendering them unable to escape.
Luo She glanced into the pool and noticed one person’s struggles had weakened. He approached to inspect, shook his head, and then unlocked the strange chains binding this person. Grasping the individual, he pulled them to the edge of the pool and with a slight exertion, snapped the neck of this almost dead person.
Afterward, he took out a dagger from his spatial storage, skillfully opened the person’s body, and extracted a green, irregular stone the size of a fingernail from their heart.
The green color matched that of the pool water.
Luo Shen carefully placed this object into a crystal bottle, set it aside, then took out a vial of potion. He pushed the body into the pool water, sprinkled a bit of the potion on it, and the body dissolved at a visible speed, eventually turning completely into liquid.
The water in the pool seemed to have grown even greener.
Glancing at the few still struggling individuals, their eyes clearly dazed, possibly lacking even coherent thought, Luo She smiled.
Unsurprisingly, a few days later, the Star-Eye Clan would gain several new master-level fighters.
He stood up, admired his work once more, picked up the crystal bottle, hesitated for a moment, even bringing it close to his mouth as if to consume it, but ultimately placed it down, sealed it, and put it away.