The legendary warrior

"Aren't you that guy everyone's been talking about in the Snow Sect? The one doesn't have the spiritual meridian?" Bertha came to the front of Ricky, put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him and said with a sly grin.

Ricky's heart raced. Bertha's sweet fragrance engulfed the atmosphere. The trees and the flowers in the mountaintops, the sweet nothings, and hearts started to pop in Ricky's mind. He flushed a bit, turning his cheeks pink. This made him feel a little bit embarrassed.

"Yes, I am," Ricky responded respectfully while taking a step backwards. The embarrassing scene kept on repeating in his head. Was it romantic? He felt more and more embarrassed as he thought about it. This made him the little awkward boy you'd see who's clearly crushing on an idol. He averted Bertha's eyes during conversations as much as he could.

"It seems like that the legend is true. Maybe you really are a genius. And because of that, you might get to the eighth grade of Skin Refinement even without the spiritual meridian." Bertha continued, "Since Grace entrusted you to me... well, before anything else, let's test your power!"

Suddenly...

Ice started to surround Ricky. Icy cold crystals formed around him which made him shiver to the core, including his breath which he puffed out like a cloud.

In an instant, he felt the powerful cold palm generated by Bertha. This cold palm mixed with strong blood vitality and rushed to his system.

Time was of the essence. He did not overthink about what he was about to do, as he was running out of time. He crossed his arms and immediately tried to resist the strong attack made by Bertha, but it was not that effective. He was still being frozen literally.

Ricky's powers rendered useless to Bertha's attack. He was trembling, with his insides crunching and twisting in pain. There was a loud thud as he fell on the ground crying in pain.

The disciples stopped on their tracks upon seeing Ricky on the ground. They were confused as to what it was all about. They all stood there, waiting for an explanation for they had no idea what grudges Bertha could possibly hold against this Ricky.

All of the disciples knew that Grace and Bertha were very close. They were like sisters, as the disciples thought, but even if there was a chance that Bertha did not like Ricky, this did not give her any right to treat him like this, not for Grace's sake!

'Is there any feud between Ricky and Bertha?' Many disciples thought. All of the disciples took pity on Ricky who was on the floor in excruciating pain. His face was scrunched like a paper you'd throw out. His arms were holding his stomach where all the pain was concentrated. He was beaten into a pulp. Everyone just felt sorry for him.

In the area of the Snow Sect, Bertha had a strong reputation for being the ill-tempered that she was. Anyone who would dare cross her path and offend her would suffer the consequences. No one would be spared, and it never ended well.

Bertha took a step back as soon as she felt the pleasure in seeing Ricky suffer. She drew her hand back, and watched Ricky unfold as he felt the pain lessen.

toes was a complete mess. His clothes were torn from the excruciating pain he went through, not to mention his face that was contorted in pain, and his arms were bruised from all the wriggling he did on the ground as he screamed in pain. He was

was strong and powerful, but this only landed superficial bruises on Ricky--no internal damage compared to what

that the pain he felt was somewhat

I expected!" she said with a smile

done, you can start to see how I cast." Bertha pointed her finger towards the casting area

were like small hills! So many of them! There were about a thousand trees over there with a diameter

what he had to do, all eyes were on him again. The disciples just

want to leave." He turned his head around listlessly, looked at

meaning of "good will be rewarded with good, and

and I cannot let you go back without learning anything!" Bertha

guys can't help him and do not let him leave this courtyard. Otherwise, you will not have a

nodded their heads in respect after hearing Bertha's

you can't finish this task by tomorrow,

room, only left Ricky

your own. We are so sorry. " One of the disciples came in front of Ricky, held out his hand

finish it as soon as possible, or

sympathy expressed by the disciples, they all went back to their own casting areas with heavy hearts. They can only help Ricky with words and not by any action. They felt for Ricky and never wished that on anyone. They could only hope the best for Ricky at this

the enormous pile of wood and hard trunks, and started chopping the wood as fast as he could.

to beat him into a pulp. He might not survive the next

Blood Purification warriors, and he couldn't defeat them all. Should he try to

was another sound of chopping wood could be heard, with a rhythm on it.

you were observant enough, you could hear that there was a rhythm

for Ricky to be chopping wood. After all, the process of chopping was not just some punishment for Ricky. He could also practice the Devouring Skill while

abilities, an experience that might actually bring something for him--more

of hard trunks and coniferous leaves into firewood. But he found that he was not tired at all; instead, he