Demon Horn Sect

Jone opened the door and left the room while looking for someone, then called the closest person he could find.

"Hey kid, where's the old man?"

The boy was startled and responded immediately.

"Sir, I'm going to call the deacon right now." He turned around in fright and ran.

"What was that? Am I so scary?" Jone whispered to himself in doubt.

Afterward, he walked and sat near the edge of the boat while observing the river and the surrounding forest.

Not long after, Jone heard hurried footsteps and quickly turned around, only to see a scarred old man running towards him.

He stopped, not too close or too far, didn't dare look at Jone's face, and spoke.

"Sir, what do you want from this old man?"

'Sir? Do I look old?' Jone thought, frowning slightly.

"I want to know where that ship is going, and I want all the books you have on that ship."

"Sir, we have no books here, but we are going to the Demon Horn Sect; tomorrow the tests for new disciples will begin. I am taking the young master and the others to participate, if you come with us there, you will have as many books as you want.

'Sect, it's interesting, yes, it will have everything I need at the moment, but demonic sect?' Jone thought strangely.

"Demon sect?"

"Yes, sir, a sect that does not follow orthodox means of cultivation." The deacon responded for fear of saying something wrong.

'Well, any place that helps me understand this world will help for now, and then I'll decide what to do.' Jon decided.

"What do I need to do to access the sect's books or library?"

"Sir, only people who are part of the sect can have access, but I know someone from the sect, and I can recommend that you enter directly without having to pass the sect test. With your talent, the sect will accept you with open arms".

"And why would you do that?" Jone questioned him suspiciously.

"I'm just an ordinary external deacon in the sect, if I bring a talent like yours, I will definitely receive benefits from the sect, sir." The deacon responded sincerely.

"Alright, send some clothes and food to my room and call me when we get there." Jone said after thinking that what the deacon said made sense, so he returned to the room and closed the door.

After Jone entered the room, the old man took a deep breath and smiled from ear to ear as he thought about several things.

'Almost no one knows, but this small sect at the end of the world is just a branch of an incomparably larger sect on the continent. I have simply found a treasure, when the main sect hears about this genius with a terrifying bloodline, I will become rich.'

The deacon was daydreaming as he thought about the contribution he would gain after sending this monster to the sect, perhaps even leaving this end of the world and being promoted back to the main sect.

Yes, this old man was not from that place, he was once a disciple of the main demon sect, but because of his low talent in cultivation, he was sent to this small branch that needed manpower.