Chapter 6: Wait….I don’t have money

After Elor talked to the dragon siblings he gave them three 'simple' tasks.

Johann had to cut wood and build some pavilions with the sage art of chopping trees and Jovanna had to learn the violin. He choose the violin because it was the nearest form of instrument to thunder he could think of. What did strike more at the heart and brain than a violin? Maybe zither but it was not as complex as a the former from his point of view.

A viloin had the elements of vibration, body controll with an extern help, soundwave and emotions. A zither was mostly without a extern help.

The last task was...don't kill anyone on sight. Meaningless how delicious they seem. Talk to them! This one was probably the hardest but he knew that they would listen to him. If not..well...he had his ways.

When he left he also gave each of them a medal. It was for entering the library. They could go on the first two floors without fear. As for the other three? They weren't good enough yet. Above the second floor were immortal and divine arts. With the highest having his understanding of sage arts!

Elor already knew somehow to test disciples. He just needed one! Maybe two would also be ok? He got two guardians, him as sect master. He needed at least one elder, a young sect master/mistress, a core disciple, inner disciple and an outer.

He would be more than happy to get everything at once but... Who knew what was out there! He took a table from his building and began to fly in the direction his two eels pointed him.

It was the last direction someone came from.he didn't want to just teleport in that direction. Now that he could just enjoy life, why not take it slow? He drank a little from his selfmade brew from time to time and enjoyed....the water.

"Water...water everywhere.. what is this?! No, don't be so husty Elor. Maybe I will meet a legendary Kraken or Water Dragon! Or what about those merfolk!?"

He gave up after flying for three days. He saw somw bigger fishes and such but nothing noteworthy. The problem with that was again from the memories he got. Everything under Immortal Emperor was just...little. 

If somebody knew that he caught a Golden Immortal Leviathan, who knew what chaos would ensue. The meat alone was worth several cities, let alone the soul core which is formed after the Ascencion tribulation! For Elor it was just another space filled in his soul space.

To clarify, after reaching the Low Immortal Realm one would build their soul core. It's name stems from its utilization. One could use it for many things, from storing memories to using it as energie storage. Soul space was something only Divines had. 

The soul core would be transformed into a pocket dimension to say it easy. That was also the reason why Elor was more than happy that he didn't break through the barrier. 

What would happen if you burst a bubble? It cease to exist. The problem with soul spaces is that it didn't belong to the universe itself, it belonged to the being who had it! So if he did break through the barrier, he would have just pushed the delete button on himself. As to whom the soul space belonged he was in? He didn't know.

When he finally saw something on the water which could only be described as a crude ship he was half happy. After asking for direction and having learned to hold his aura back he made his way to the Dragon Continent.

At least that was what those little humans said. Dragons! Majestic beings who were several hundred millenials old, ruling each over a aspect of their lineage! Now that was stuff for his sect!

As he neared the shore of a landmass he stopped midair and breathed in hard.

"Dragon Continent! I really would like a golden dragon! 7 claws, not less! They could fly over my sect everyday to give it a immortal aura and will be seen from kilometers away!"

With the goal in his mind he landed on the shore and looked around him. Nothing.

"Maybe more inwards? For a continent with dragon in its name there aren't any yet?"

He began to flew inwards and soon saw a bustling city, not far away from the shore. There was even a little canal towards the ocean which some crude ships were sailing.

Slowly did a bad feeling overcome him. After a quick scan his shoulders dropped down a little. "Please don't tell me... No maybe it is just because it isn't the center?"

He landed near the gates and began slowly towards them. Many caravans and people, humans and beastkin were lining up before them.a quick scan told him that the strongest one was...in the Soul Forging realm. The guards were in the Energy Storing realm?!?

He began to draw nearer to the place were the Soul Forging realm person was to listen to their conservation.he didn't want to use his power too much. He learned it from the ship he met.

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"Young Master Dion, this recruitment of the Phoenix Sect is our chance! Your father will surerly let you have the clan if you get accepted as disciple! With your cultivation it shouldn't be a problem!" An elderly women, the Soul Forging expert, inside a carriage talked to a teenage boy.

The boy's name was Lour Dion, second son of the Dion Clan. The boy was silently nodding to his guardian.

"Grandma Par, you and I both know very well that the Phoenix Sect only takes the best! I may be already in the 8th Body Forging realm but there is sure to be several people with better Veins! Don't forget that their Grand Elder is a Ascencion realm expert!"

His guardian couldn't deny that fact, she still hoped that he would get accepted as an outer disciple at least! 

"Young Master Dion,don't play yourself down too much! I dare to say that there weren't many youths under 30 years old who could reach the Energy Storing realm! And if they did, they wouldn't be participating for a middle sect like the this!"

Before the boy could answer they heard a loud pffftt sound and one of their guards screaming.

"Dirty slum person! One step more to this carriage and you will need some new legs!" 

Both of them looked out the window as they heard this shout. The elderly women sneered when she saw the person who was yelled at. It wouldn't be the first time that a noble carriage was asked for money.

Lour was a little bit different, he was out of their estate many times. Surerly, just in the city they came from but still, he saw many things.

He did think the same as Grandma Par for a moment, it was only after a second that it hit him. What was that loud noise?

He saw the person with destroyed clothes still coughing from something. When his gaze wandered to his hand he saw something which didn't make sense.

A gourd? No, it had an oppresive aura around it! Why would someone from the slums have a gourd which was something even he, as the second son from a clan, would not have as weapon? Not many knew but he had a pair of special eyes! He could see energy even though he wasn't in the Transformation realm!

"Halt! Let him be! May I ask where you got your gourd from my friend?" Who knew if the person just stumbled on it?

Elor who was still coughing like wild looked at the boy with some tears in his eyes. Would you answer my question? Where are the dragons?!? What about middle sect only has an Ascencion realm cultivators ?!? What was a top sect then?!

"Cough cough, it's self made! May we see us again!" Without further words did the man walk away to the puzzlment of the Dion Clan.

One of the guards walked towards the carriage and asked for permission to go and teach that scum a lesson. Weirdly enough, his young master told him to not mind it.

Par said to Lour with some hint of roughness. "Young Master, if you don't teach people like that the world they will get killed one day. Better break their legs before they die lonely at the road."

Most people would nod their heads when hearing these words. The sociality here was easy. Bigger fist? Do what you want. Nobody in their right mind would be a hero here! Let alone displeasing someone of a higher status. 

One may only be in the Body Forging realm but still have a clan with many people with higher realms in it. That was why a most groups had flags or signs on them. Its a symbol of status and backing. The person who they just met didn't have any. Hell, his clothes had holes!!

Lour didn't say anything. Even if somebody told him that the begger from before really made it himself, he wouldn't believe it.

The beggar which he was thinking about was now in the city, as if he would pay for the entry. He knew as soon as he heard that a middle grade sect had only an Ascencion realm guardian, that this 'Dragon Continent' wasn't even worthy of calling Eel Continent. 

"At least I can try some different foods and buy some ingredients!...wait...I don't have money..."

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