Chapter 6: Stroke of Luck
Lordi Payne was more than happy to keep the conversation going. He quickly replied, "I'd love to hear the details."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Woods Tinshee coughed violently again, subtly swallowing a pill as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He continued, "My master was an outer sect elder of the Abyss Pit Sect, a Core Form cultivator. In the outer sect, he lived a relatively carefree life. However, my master was determined to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage. Not long ago, he obtained a superior cultivation technique and decided to switch his cultivation path... At first, this seemed like a good thing."
His expression darkened as he spoke. "Out of expectation, my third Senior Brother, Lu Shun, turned out to be a spy planted by a rival. He leaked the news while my master was weakened during the transition, leading to an ambush at his secluded cultivation site. My master was killed on the spot."
What followed was almost inevitable. The Abyss Pit Sect operated on the principle of the strong devouring the weak.
If Elder Leo had survived and successfully switched his cultivation, his faction would have thrived. But with his death and his disciples still too young to protect their assets, other outer sect elders and even inner sect disciples like Kinson Wexford swooped in to divide his resources.
Woods Tinshee, being the most recent and weakest disciple of Elder Leo, hadn't even been informed of his master's seclusion. It was only after Elder Leo's death, when the vultures predator descended, that his Senior Brothers fled with him in a panic.
Ironically, because he was the weakest, no one paid him much attention, allowing him to survive until now.
"I never imagined that the Abyss Pit Sect, which claims to be a sacred sect, would stoop to such despicable acts," Lordi Payne said righteously. "Thank you for sharing this, FellowDao Woods. I used to admire the Abyss Pit Sect, but now I see it's nothing more than a den of wolves! Treating their own Sect elders like this is truly shameful."
His words were sincere. After all, even an outer sect elder of the Abyss Pit Sect lived such a precarious life. Demonic sects were indeed demonic sects—this place was far too unfriendly to someone like him who valued caution and survival above all else!
All he wanted now was to flee as far away as possible.
But before he could make his escape, there was one more thing he needed to clarify. "By the way, FellowDao Woods, what's the deal with Kinson Wexford's Bone Raksha Painting?"