Departure; Disregard

Sitting in that hardly lit environment, he couldn't do anything else but constantly sense the world's energy; mana.

He had been observing and watching, trying to decipher the world's rules hidden in that miniscule strand of energy he felt.

After a long period of futility, he removed the wooden box and the vials from his pants before studying the box extra carefully.

Hours passed in even more futility and he simply went back to studying mana. He eventually realized that although he could not absorb the energy, he could pull it towards himself.

It soon became his fun new toy. He pushed, pulled, and spun the energy as though he was practicing his control over it.

With his eyes closed and his focus on the intangible energy in the air, he could feel a prickle on his face. However, this prickle didn't come from anyone or anything. At least, not anything tangible.

It was as though he'd been placed in the dark for too long; because he had, and he was recently exposed to a bright flash of light; because he was.

He looked down to discover the source of the light was none other than the box which looked worthless. The cryptic carvings on its sides seemed to glow mysteriously illuminating the entire shape.

As he stared at the carvings, he was surprised to find that the energy in the air was in disarray around the box. It was though the carvings were trying to absorb mana but we're unable to touch it.

"So I had to channel this so-called mana into the box."

Placing his hand on the dent on the box which looked like a hand, he pulled and spun the mana into the box. The more mana flowed into the box, the brighter it glowed.

If not that he couldn't see the other end of the path even with how bright the light was, he would've believed that the light could be seen even outside the mountain.

Soon the light died down to reveal the ordinary box underneath it. This simple action pulled him into reminiscence.

He had once offended a powerful genius of the righteous cultivation path. The other party was indeed at fault for seeking the mystic ice lotus which he had obtained first.

However, because the other party had dressed as a beggar, he had not put too much thought into it and refused. The beggar had struck out which immeasurable power even though he hadn't even attacked.

Afterwards, he proclaimed to the passerby who had witnessed the fight that I was a fiend cultivator who was trying to steal the lotus for evil cultivation methods.

Even though the evidence was there, as the mystic ice lotus did not have any negative effects to it, it was as though everyone became idiots when they heard he was a fiend cultivator.

Since then, he had come to be more cautious and entered closed cultivation until he was strong enough to kill his enemies.

However, even the heavens were unjust as he was killed by his enemy's backer, before even getting his revenge, while the other party had probably gone on to have a harem with the Joyful Union Sect cultivators.

Staring at the wooden box with anger evident in his eyes, he took a few minutes to calm down before reaching for the box.

The ordinary latch came off with a click, revealing an empty box. Originally, he would've been extremely angry but the scene from his previous life had already reminded him to be extra careful.

Scanning the box from top to bottom again, he noticed that the top lid of the box once again had three circular rows of strange carvings, alongside a row of strange carvings along the bottom.

However, these strange carvings didn't look like strange carvings anymore because the way they were arranged resembled information.

He realized that the strange carvings were probably this world's language, however he could recognize it because he hadn't learnt this world's language before.

Almost immediately, the incident from the library came to mind as back then he'd been able to read the language as though he'd always known it.

However, after a few seconds of pondering, he remembered the librarian had said the book was blessed by the pope. This meant he could understand the contents because he had automatically seen them in his previous life's languages.

"Hm! Looks like I need to learn the language."

After this round of excitement, he couldn't sit still anymore. After all, this child's body he currently resided in had an unrelenting aura of weakness and he was determined to get stronger quickly.

He began to make his way towards the crevice opening. After arriving there, he could intuit from the direction of moonlight that he'd been in cultivation for an entire day and the next day was the day he'd need to leave.

This was one of the reasons why he was so addicted to yet annoyed with closed cultivation. The feeling of being immersed in something made time so fleeting. Days could pass by and you would not notice.

He was lucky enough that the box only needed a day's worth of mana to open, unless he'd have probably missed the deadline.

He was still unused to this child's body, so it was much harder for him to stop that immersive feeling, as this body enjoyed such a novel feeling too much.

Crawling out of the cave and down the mountain,he began to make his way to the shop with his wooden box and two vials in tow.

The two vials had been stuffed into the box and the initial joy the vials brought had already been offset by the stinging sensation the poison vial had brought him.

"It's time to leave this shit hole. Hopefully I never have to come back."

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V, who had already spent a few days waiting for her target had long since become bored.

Of course she had noticed that the target hadn't come home ever since that last visit. She wasn't sure why but she felt as though the kid was smarter than he looked.

She had been to the mountain and after not finding a trace of him around the bottom, she had simply returned. After all, no matter how smart he was, he wouldn't have the guts to climb such a deadly mountain.

However she had underestimated him. But then again, who would have thought a 5-year old body would host a 27-year old soul?!

Even after finding out that her target had disappeared, she had spent a few more days lurking outside the target's most visited spot and after confirming that he must have left the city, she simply reported the completion of her work to Lord Veyron.

After all, who would be bothered about an orphan when she had an infiltration mission to discover that powerful technique which had been hidden somewhere in this run down town.

Compared to that technique and the prospect of joining 'that' organization, who could care less for an orphan?

However, who would've thought that technique would be in the hands of the 5-year old she had disregarded?!