“Of course, boss!” Fatty Feng exclaimed.“Who would want to remain weak in this kind of world?” he added in his thoughts.“Okay then. This is yours.” Tiny Slim smiled and gave a palm sized bottle towards the fat boy.“I can’t take that, boss! You need that also!” Fatty Feng was alarmed after he saw the thing before him. Of course he knew what the contents of the bottle was.Being as nosy as he was, nothing much could escape his busy eyes inside the outer disciples’ court. This magical wonder was a body strengthening paste.

“Thanks, Fatty Feng. Here. Take this.” Maru offered his palm to give a ring to the fat boy.“Is this?!” Fatty Feng’s eyes grew big when he saw the ring. This was a ring in the legends! The one that can only be possessed by real and mighty cultivators of any sect.“Yes. Use it well, Fatty Feng. There’s lots of body strengthening pastes inside it. Be strong and live your life the way you want to.” Maru replied and smiled warmly at the fatty.Since he has an infinite number of these things in his hands, then throwing a few here and there was never a problem. And Fatty Feng was his friend. Maru was not one to deny his friends some help.

“You need not worry about trivial things, Maru. The sect fully acknowledges your exceptional talents and three of these magical beasts is a small gift for your arrival in the sect.Assign two more of these Hilami under the name of Maru.” Corin addressed his student and commanded the disciple who took care of the magical beast thereafter.If he wasn’t mistaken, that masked man was probably the Sect Master or at least an Elder who represented the Sect Master since those tokens of power were never given to a teacher, much less to a disciple who had just entered the sect the day before.Thus, Master Corin had entirely taken the initiative to flatter this little boy with his goodwill. W

“I recommend this one, Maru.” Master Corin took out a cultivation manual from amidst the sea of books.Since this was the first time the boy would see this innumerable collection of knowledge, thus he deemed it necessary to give some kind of guidance to the little child.If not, then they would stay here for decades to finish scouring the place up piece by piece.“Is he really only at Body Cultivator Stage, Master Corin?”Saladino queried while the boy was busy flipping the pages and looked at the various demonstrations of body forms and kata in order to complete the entire cycle of the technique.

Although Master Saladino was more potent than him in might and status but he did not believe that he would do anything untoward unto himself.Internal strife was strictly prohibited by the Sect Master and the sect rules were there for a reason.The existence of the Tomb of Traitors was a clear manifestation of the iron will of the Infernal Blood Sect’s Leader and its Elders.“What about me?” Master Saladino lamented. A fleeting thought of murdering Master Corin flashed through his eyes.There was a slight chance that he could escape the Sect Master because a report landed on his ears that his Master suffered