Sunlight filtered through the window shades in the early morning, waking John up. He stretched his body for a moment before standing up.
'What a day yesterday. First the monthly life and death duels, and then discovering that mysterious place. I wonder if today will be as eventful.'
John put on a clean blood red robe, and quickly inspected his soul soon after. He inspected it for some time before sighing in relief.
'Good, it seems as though the mask truly only siphons my soul when I change my appearance, not when I use one appearance for a prolonged time.'
He had been worried that the mask would siphon his soul after prolonged use, as such a thing would be far too steep a price to pay for this mission. If the mask had truly had negative effects on prolonged use, he would most likely call the mission off and return home.
'It's too bad though. Changing appearance often would be beneficial for infiltration, but I assume I can only change my appearance once or twice more before the damaging soul affects become too much to heal.'
After cleaning up, John prepared to step outside, but his footsteps paused as he looked at the door. A moment later, the door flew open, revealing a person standing there. The bright morning sunlight cascading from behind the man obscured his features, and the man had no cultivation.
John frowned as he saw this, as he didn't know who this man was.
"Are you John Harren?" the man asked.
"I am, who are you?" John replied, his guard still raised. It was quite rare to see someone without a cultivation, and there were only two explanations. Either the man was wearing a cultivation obscuring artifact, or he was above the Heaven Tribulation Realm.
The man suddenly stepped into John's house, his features now revealed. He was an older man, appearing to be in his sixties. He had a clean shaven face, but quite a mean looking face. He wore a perpetual scowl on his face, and his nose was pointed and sharp. He wore blood red robes with two wide bands on his arms, signifying his status as an Elder of the Sect.
"I am Elder Praxx," the man replied to John's question as he looked around the small room. His gaze found nothing of interest, and his attention quickly focused back on John.
John felt an incredibly powerful divine sense wash over him, inspecting him closely. John was not sure whether this divine sense belonged to a Heaven Tribulation Elder or higher, but it didn't matter to him at the moment.
He wasn't worried about the Elder finding out about his secret identity, as none of the previous Elder's had been able to. The divine sense scanned John's body closely for some time, making him frown as he shifted his weight.
It was quite rude to scan someone like this, especially for so long. However, John could say nothing, as the Elder was much stronger, and also had much higher status within the sect. A moment later, the divine sense scan disappeared, and a slight look of approval appeared on the man's previously scowling face.
"Not bad. I can somewhat understand why you were able to win your duel so quickly," Elder Praxx said to John.
"Thank you for your praise, Elder Praxx," John replied. "Is there something I can help you with?"
John was unsure of the reason for this Elder's visit, and wanted to get to the bottom of it.
'I hope I wasn't spotted by the mysterious tunnel last night. I don't really want to explain my way out of that one.'
Elder Praxx walked deeper into the room past John and looked around. He inspected the bookshelf, which contained only low level battle arts and cultivation techniques, before turning around to face John once more.
"Before today, I have never heard of you. Now I hear you're the talk of the sect, displaying battle prowess far beyond what you were capable of just mere months ago. Explain to me how such a thing is possible?" Elder Praxx asked John in a questioning tone.
John frowned as he heard the Elder's questioning tone, but remained calm.
"I already explained it to the Punishment Hall Elders," John replied.
"I am not part of the Punishment Hall, nor did I hear anything about that. So, I'll ask for the last time. How did you increase your battle prowess this quickly?" Elder Praxx replied with a voice of displeasure.
John was slightly surprised to hear that the Punishment Hall had kept this information a secret, as it really wasn't a big deal. However, he had to stick to the story he had given them, and so told Elder Praxx the same thing.
"As I told the Punishment Hall Elder's, my battle in the borderlands with the Heavenly Lightning Sect pushes me to the edge of life and death. On that precipice, where my life was hanging by a thread, I had some insights, and managed to peer deeper into the martial laws of this world. Those insights greatly increased my combat prowess, and allowed me to get out of that situation alive," John replied.
Elder Praxx remained silent and listened closely while John revealed what had happened, as if he was looking for a hole in John's story.
"What insights did you have?" Elder Praxx asked.
John was slightly caught off guard by this question, as such things were normally cultivation secrets that others did not dare to ask. However, as an Elder of the sect talking to a disciple, such a thing was not unheard of.
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