Chapter 26: chapter 26: Victory Seal

While Samuel was getting ready to shoot himself in the foot in the eyes of the sect, Elizabeth was also suffering through her own set of issues.

She had won her first event and it was not even close, her first match was the only one that could be questioned the rest were just walled by the gargantuan power difference. This was a small example as to why masters were so revered, a newbie with less than a year's worth of experience defeated all opposition with the might of her breakthrough destiny alone. Even if her cultivation base was non-existent, it would not have mattered as all she had used was her breakthrough destiny. 

Elizabeth knew this and rather than making her feel inadequate as it would have done to the average disciple, it instead became a pillar of support. Her breakthrough destiny was the proof of the bond she and her master possessed and she believed its strength mirrored the love she had for him. 

The fact that the bond gave her access to a Victor's Seal was just a bonus. When the medal was distributed, she was cheered on by the crowd who were there just to see who the winners of the first set of events were but the host, a senior disciple, did a poor job hiding his annoyance as he was giving it to her. The conversation was incredibly awkward with him having to exchange pleasantries but looking like he wanted to do anything but.

"Here, honored 'exclusive' disciple, I present to you the victor's seal. The sect is proud that a master has raised such a 'talented' 'exclusive' individual."

The crowd roared in applause and not only at her. The first wave of events was done and the winners of every outer event were here. Whilst the rest were surrounded by their well-wishers and adoring fans within the sect, her vicinity was markedly absent of any such people. The isolation and cold treatment were getting to her, especially as masters were not allowed here and she did not have her body pillow close at hand to cry away the stress.  The one thing she did get though was respect, nobody was messing with her like before and at this point, she would take any win she could get.

She took the seal as it rested light in her palm, the circular piece of metal glistening in the afternoon sun which added an extra layer of class in addition to the glowing runes.

He cleared his throat as he continued.

"As it is your first seal, I am obligated to tell you what can be done with this medal even if you know what can be done. First, you may exchange it for a reward at the treasure pavilion of appropriate value after the tournament is over. While it is ongoing it can be used as an entry identification to some of the more disciple-exclusive facilities available in this colosseum based on the quality of the medal. Any prior saved seals are also valid as long as you are part of the sect. Finally, you may gift this to a master and if they accept, they are obligated to teach you for a period of at least five years, though I believe this last one is 'worthless' to you."

The whole explanation was going fine till he added that rude comment at the end, Elizabeth had become very keen on these things as a consequence of her past and she had heard the unsaid insult. She only huffed using anger instead of sorrow to fuel her emotions.

If they were going to be difficult, that was fine. All she had to do was win enough so that they had no choice but to accept her. She had won her first ever event that too on her first try, which was a big deal no matter how she had achieved it. Besides she did not need the validation of one stuck-up event host. 

He was 'good-looking' in the way all cultivators were good looking but that is where her praise would end. Everything else was on average if not slightly below average. In comparison, her master could make girls cream their underwear just by his soulful mismatched eyes. If this man was a candle her master was the sun and she delighted in the fact that she held so much of his heart. 

And if good looks were a direct correlation to one's power as it was for most cases when it came to cultivators, she was sure that he was at least a step above the rest of the masters whose attractiveness was downright drab in comparison. Her master had never told her his specific stage but she assumed he was at the golden core, the fourth stage of cultivation. This also meant if anyone did anything their ass is whooped. She took comfort in that fact and willed it to be true, otherwise, her detrimental existence may harm her master and she could not survive that in any sense of the word.

While she was lost in thought the host had left her by herself. She looked around to see that she was alone again and took a deep breath before slapping her cheeks. She started speaking to herself.  

"Ok. Ok. You have wallowed enough, your master has infinite patience but you must also do something. Remember Elizabeth, you cannot get lucky twice in a row. Hmmm... maybe I should go see this exclusive facility thing?... But that means no tasty lollipop to suck on... But I need to make people like me..."

She then proceeded to waste a little too much time lost in her own little world and had to be moved out by concerned staff. 

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