Chapter 133: Volume-1 Side Story: “Demonic” Cultivator’s PTSD
"That bastard, I’ll teach him a lesson that he’ll remember in his next incarnation."
"Shut up when I’m applying medicine on you, you idiot," said the healer, and slapped him on the back of his head to shut him up.
Shen Kai had been making similar announcements ever since he had returned after partially failing his mission outside the sect.
Feeling the sting of a slap from somebody at the late stages of the soul reformation realm, Shen Kai immediately swallowed his objections with a bitter heart.
He hated Han Xuhan so much that he couldn’t put it into words. He had failed the most important mission in his career, assigned by the sect master himself.
After failing to chase away Han Xuhan and Mu Ran from the portal that led to the Holy Land of laws, Shen Kai had initially accepted his loss and decided to return.
But as fate would have it, a powerful expert had decided to fuck around with him while fishing for information about the two brats. That old man had even robbed all of his money and left him with a very suspicious prophecy.
While Shen Kai wouldn’t have normally given two fucks about that shady prediction, it touched upon a very sensitive personal issue of his.
He had been stuck at the sixth phase of the physique transformation realm for a very long time. And his desperation for a breakthrough forced him to return back to the woods where he had just created the darkest history of his life—losing to a snot-nosed mystic art cultivator at the second layer...
But little had he known, his return trip would turn out to be another nightmare.
From what Shen Kai managed to dig out, apparently, some guy claiming to be him had screwed over almost half the cultivators inside the world fragment singlehandedly.