Crixus weaved around the mass of beings around him with ease as he made his way over to the red light district.
His body was at the Transcendent Realm, being such a genius that he almost entered the same cultivation realm as his father, an Elder of the Profound Astral Sect that had yet to break through the Saint Realm and into the Void Fimmerment Realm.
With how rapid he was used to breaking through cultivation ranks, the blow of this speed being halted at the Transcendent Realm was too heavy for his mental mind to take.
He was weaving through the masses when a tingling voice that seemed to be coming from his head whispered how annoying the beings around him were, making him want to go through the darker alleys where there were fewer people as he made his way towards the red light district.
It was only a small voice at first, but it became gradually louder over time as he shook his head in a drunken stupor and turned away from the bright streets of Sunset Paradise and began weaving through the dark alleys.
His figure only made it another block before something completely unexpected occurred.
POP!
A bizarre dark circle appeared out of nowhere, and in the span of less than a second, a Dragonoid head erupted out, swallowed the figure of Crixus, and then quickly returned into this small dark spot.
Less than a second!
Silence reigned among the small alleyways of the buildings hidden by darkness as a few minutes passed with not a single being in sight.
A few minutes later, the figure of a young genius wastrel reappeared in the dark alley of Sunset Peak.
His eyes held a different light, where one could distinctly see sparks of ingenuity and confidence briefly before they went back to looking disorganized and drunken as the Core Disciple of Profound Astral Sect changed directions from the red light district he was going to, and began heading towards a particular peak of the Profound Astral Sect.
In the span of a few minutes, a core disciple of the Profound Astral Sect had disappeared, and an entirely new being took his place, with nobody else being the wiser!
The figure of the wastrel made its way towards the Pill Pavillion Mountain of the Profound Astral Sect, the location where Elder Baldwin, his father, acted as the Mountain Master.
Elder Baldwin occupied a unique position in the sect, his power as an Elder being average at the peak of the Saint Realm, but it was his skills in pill concoction that etched his status in stone.
Even after the Core Disciple William had gained the Sect Title of Shining Son, he still could not do too much against Crixus, the duel that injured his mental state and kept his cultivation base at Transcendent Rank being the most he could do currently without causing an eruption of rage against two parties that were both favored by the sect.
Crixus entered the Pill Pavillion Mountain and made his way towards his living quarters while bringing as much attention to himself as possible. The disciples on the mountain that saw him could only describe his face being that full of drunken wrath and anger, a face that seemed to say that enough was enough!
His body let out vigorous essence at the Transcendent Rank as a unique energy signature released from him and opened the large door to his Cultivation Abode, a wide cave that was expertly architectured into the Pill Pavillion Mountain.
"Our little mountain master seems to have been humiliated by the Shining Son yet again. He looks fed up with it, but how long do you give him before he gets frustrated from his cultivation and goes out to drink again?"
"Hah, how long? I give him a day at most before he rushes back to Sunset Paradise."
"A day?! You're looking too highly at him, I think a few hours is more like it!"
Hushed voices talked among themselves as they talked behind the one they called 'Little Mountain Master', the title of the son of Elder Baldwin, the Pill Pavillion Mountain Master.
All the disciples then continued about their business after witnessing Crixus fumingly rush back to his cultivation abode, with some even taking bets on how long the wastrel could last while cultivating.
In the grandiose Cultivation Abode that Crixus entered, a convergence of essence that was more than three times what could be felt outside permeated the luxurious cave, a large golden bed by the side, as well as a naturally formed spring that was flowing with clear blue water into the crevices of the mountain.
'Crixus' entered this Cultivation Abode as he immediately sobered up and stood straight, his gaze overlooking the area around him as he waved his fingers...and a rotating miniaturized Spiritual Land appeared in front of him.
Only a second passed before the Spiritual Land was set down among the granules of sands around the Abode, and his figure swiftly disappeared.
Unbeknownst to anyone, an otherworlder had infiltrated one of the three Supreme Sects in the World of Cultivation and began hatching a scheme that nobody would know the grand effects of in the future!
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In the outside world, disciples were shocked to find out that an entire 2 days passed since the little mountain master entered seclusion in his Cultivation Abode after being bullied by the Shining Son once more.
Shock spread throughout as some disciples lost their Spirit Stones from losing bets, with others putting up even more bets on how long Crixus would continue staying in his Abode for this time around.
Three more days passed, and the little mountain master still had not left the mountain!
Even more disciples lost their money as word began to spread around the Pill Pavillion Mountain, gradually making its way to Elder Baldwin and even the Core Disciple William not too long after.
Elder Baldwin was floating next to a huge cauldron forming spectacularly colored pills as he got this new information.
"Has this unfilial son finally come to his senses after all these years?"
Not just the Elder, but many were wondering- what exactly had happened to the wastrel Crixus?!
Not a single being knew, but when the days he locked himself up in the Cultivation Abode reached 8, disciples could not help but crowd around the entrance of the Abode to see just what would happen.
"He...couldn't have ended his life in there right?"
"Don't say useless things, the son of the amazing Elder Baldwin wouldn't be that much of a wastrel."
"But...could he really be cultivating all this time?"
Questions continued to spread with no answers, until this day, even the Master of the Pill Pavillion Mountain himself could not take it!
Elder Baldwin came out of his dwelling as the powerful aura came in front of the entrance of Crixus's Cultivation Abode, his appearance bringing reverent faces among many of the disciples as they bowed with greetings. Elder Baldwin ignored all of this as he called out.
"Unfilial Son, come out!"
His words rumbled as a strong essence at the peak of Saint Realm activated the hidden mechanisms of the Cultivation Abode.
RUMBLE!
The cave door was opened forcefully as the father went forward to see if his son was actually cultivating, or if the stupid words of the disciples in the surroundings were actually true.
The sight that opened up to him was stunning to see though, as it was the figure of Crixus meditating peacefully on the ground as his body elevated up and down, the unstable milky white aura of a Saint being clearly visible!
Seeing the milky white aura, an expression of elation appeared on Elder Baldwin's face as he saw this.
"My son! You have finally destroyed your inner heart demons and advanced! Haha, that's my son!"
Prideful laughter came out of the entrance of the Cultivation Abode as the surrounding disciples peered in with shock on their faces.
The wastrel of the Profound Astral Sect had actually advanced in rank?!