The Innkeeper

There were days when Jack loved Bob. Well, not really. In truth, there were days where Jack kind of tolerated Bob’s existence a little more than normal. Then there were days where he hated Bob. Today was definitely one of the days he hated Bob.

"Give up Jack. Just hand over the divine ore and this can all be over," said the Typhoon Eagle as it clawed at Jack’s wings. A fairy’s wings were its biggest strength, and its biggest weakness, since it was the source of all its fairy dust. Should something happen to the wings, a fairy would basically be crippled. Jack was a little different from regular fairies, though, in the sense that his wings were tougher than spiritual metal.

Instead of blocking the attack, Jack used his wings like a sword to cut the eagle’s talons while he himself used the spiritual equivalent of an RPG to shoot at a crystal ship flying off in the distance. Trapped within was an unsuspecting Bob who thought he was on his way to give a seminar on why jelly mattered.

"Go find your own divine ore, there’s plenty of it to go around," said Jack, avoiding the numerous enemies trying to attack and slow him down.

"Yes, but none of it is as refined as the ore found in the shooting stars and you know it!"

Of course, Jack knew that. He was the one in possession of all the shooting star ores that had been found so far. He was also the first one to realize that the ore found within the shooting stars was purer than anything anyone else would be able to get on their own.

By now, it was fairly common knowledge that the divine ore was, relatively speaking, common enough in the Artica realm that there was no need for a bloodbath over it. The refined ore was a separate thing though.

The more refined the ore was, the more effective it was, and no one could refine it as much as the ores in the shooting stars. Well, no one within the common populations reach, so the frenzy over those pieces had taken the realm by storm.

Jack had it all handled, though, until Bob opened his big mouth. How him mentioning a realm-wide conspiracy made it actually happen was anyone’s guess, but the entire mortal level had conspired together to get the ore from Jack. Others simply wanted to kidnap Bob.

Whatever the case, neither was acceptable, which is why this perfectly perfect day had been ruined for him.

Fortunately, Jack was more than able to handle any problems that came his way. Though Jack and Lex used their cultivation in vastly different ways, the experience from Lex still taught Jack an immense amount, and vice versa. In fact, since they were basically the same person, Jack received a constant boost from Lex, gradually raising his own strength.