Chapter 63 - Every Day Is Like Survival
Benton took a deep breath as the wagon rolled slowly, really slowly, along beneath him. The mortals could walk as fast as the oxen moved, not to mention how much faster a cultivator could go.
He supposed it was fine. Two months on the road instead of one made little difference in the end, and the time would give all his soon-to-be new disciples time to cultivate. Some of them would probably reach Qi Gathering minor realm four before they reached the village.
There was no reason to be so impatient.
Really, the main issue was a desire to be as far from the city as possible. They were over a mile away by that point, and he was feeling safer with every creak of the wagon’s wood wheels despite his spiritual sense detecting the presence of a cultivator following them.
Which was probably going to become a problem.
Benton sighed. He wouldn’t feel legitimately safe until the sect was protected by more than just him. The twins were great, but no Qi Gathering cultivator was a threat to a sect. If he had, say, five disciples who were as strong as the siblings, the best that could be expected of those five would be them teaming up to maybe take down a weak Foundation Establishment cultivator, but the fight wouldn’t be clean. The likelihood was that he’d lose one or more.
Benton was not looking forward to the day when one of his future sect members died protecting the others. He accepted that he lived in a cultivation world and such a thing was bound to happen, but that acceptance didn’t mean he had to like it. The only things he could do about it were to become as personally powerful as possible to serve as a deterrent and to make his sect members individually as strong as he could.
Things would be slightly better when his people started reaching Foundation Establishment. A true attack by a rival sect would involve mostly Foundation Establishment cultivators with a few Golden Cores. He needed enough of his own to counter such an attack.
Of course, he’d need something like twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators all as strong as he thought the twins would become just to fight one Golden Core, so such a position of strength was a long way off.
Even then, he wouldn’t feel truly safe until he had reached the Nascent Soul realm and all his lieutenants were in the Golden Core realm themselves.
Yes. Then, finally, he would feel safe.
Well, safe-ish. The Flowing Tiger had three Nascent Souls and dozens of Golden Cores, and they’d still been wiped out almost to a man. Benton wasn’t sure anyone was ever truly safe in a cultivation world.