Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

When morning came, Zen got out of bed and bathed.

Though he had a really strong body, he still took a lot of blows from Jesse's persistent attacks.

But, to say that he had to worry about the inflicted wounds was an overstatement—they really weren't that deep.

Moreover, Zen gained more than he had lost from the fight he had with Jesse. He had learned how to defend himself from his opponent and he had gone over the strategies he could harness the next time another opponent chose to battle him.

In addition, Zen's body absorbed the strong forces within the Destruction Hoop which further refined his marrow in the grand scheme of things.

In the process, the fight had taken away almost every impurity that resided in Zen's marrow; he kept this up and soon he would be reaching the peak of the marrow refining level.

Zen wasn't particularly celebrating anything just yet, as he was not impressed with whatever milestone he had taken.

If he were in a backwoods county, he would have stirred something else entirely with the abilities he currently honed.

But things were different in the Cloud Sect; it was normal for people to peak at their marrow refining level. Besides, there were so many disciples from noble clans rivaling you all the time.

Zen thought all of these things while preparing and could not help but get a little worried, but this did not stop him from leaving the confines of his own room to go for the ridge.

As he walked out of the door, there was an extensive amount of outer disciples that greeted Zen very warmly along the way.

They knew Zen not as the new disciple that he used to be. They had already been certain that this man was going to make a huge reputation for himself after he defeated Leo who was ranked thirtieth among all the outer disciples of Drizzle Peak.

What they had not anticipated was the immediate rise of Zen and no one had foreseen that it would happen in this way.

After everything, Zen did not get into the charts; nothing proved his worth on paper, but everyone had it plastered in their minds that the man Zen should have ranked first in the outer disciples of Drizzle Peak.

This was what he impressed in people. Zen left their presence to find Aura, who was waiting for him.

Zen returned from the south unscathed; Aura was sure that he must have been loaded up with trophies of his trip.

She had seen Zen's fight with Jesse only to realize that she had been underestimating the man.

this, Aura had thought Zen was being impatient—if

she thought about this, she assumed that Zen

remained perplexed as to why Zen was so

could one gather

kill? One thousand? Or maybe two

not two, hundred points just from doing this, but what good would he gain from doing that?

state, she thought, did a number of

"Master Su, I am here

him a cold nod

mean she had already forgiven him for his carelessness. She knew better than to just forgive such a reckless decision.

have here," Aura would boldly say. "An outer disciple of Drizzle Peak has joined the blade locusts hunt, but how many of these beasts can he actually kill? Did this man take a hundred? Maybe two hundred?" She said all of these things in such a sarcastic tone, clearly mocking the man she had no

tolerance for what he had done and simply let out a sigh to express his frustration. She was still angry after all. On top of that, it was never as if Aura had a great hold of her

helpless man could do was silently take the crystal cores out

One, two, three…

mountain of crystal cores

yesterday just to be sure. All in all, I've gathered 4, 626 common

and said, "Four thousand, huh? And you're already cocky enough to think that this is an impressive number? This only gets you

cores from his space ring and made

acquired higher kinds of these

With the additional crystals, he would get five hundred points, which was

it? Five hundred points won't get you very

still hadn't lost the sarcastic tone she was talking with.

out a larger crystal core from

queen blade locust he had killed and now was glowing softly in the palm of his hand.

face drastically

the queen blade locust was not any man's battle; she had killed such twice herself and she knew that it was not an

had killed thousands of ordinary blade locusts and more

from a queen blade locust shed an entirely new light on who Zen really was and what he

queen blade locust, a man's options were limited; Zen could do nothing more than run from the queen

actually killed a