33 Risen#re - Chapter 352

Selma explained her encounter, with exaggerated detail, from what Lirian heard it sounded like the refugee was a blood thirsty monster, whose sole purpose in life was to kill and destroy every person that came into his sight.

When she finished telling her tale Selma said, “It will start of as a drain on the food storages, but if you ask me the real problem, is the plague they bring with them,”

“Who knows how long it will take before the plague spreads, and our people will be no different from those filthy refugees,” said Selma nodding her head vigorously.

Lirian chuckled to himself as he listened, that was something he was glad to hear, treating a plague would just add to House Kurt’s financial expenditures, and anything that negatively affected House Kurt was a good thing for him.

He also found the reaction of the others two ladies amusing, when Selma spun her tale, they gasped and clutched their hearts in suspense, if Lirian didn’t know any better he would have thought that she battled a demonic creature from the depths of hell, and lived to survived to tell the tale.

After the suspense filled story about the refugee who was so sick, Selma didn’t dare to allow her horses to grow to close for fear that they would pick up the plague, the conversation topic shifted again.

The next topic was also to do with the events of the previous night in particular they discussed none other than Lirian himself, or as the people in the city were calling him ‘The God of Cultivation’.

“The God of Cultivation, it’s such pompous name,” Stella said with her face glowing red, it was like she felt embarrassed simply for saying the name out loud.

Lirian however looked at them in confusion, he couldn’t even begin to understand what made her feel so embarrassed, and he almost lost control for a second as a sudden urge to rip her throat out manifested in his mind.

When she called the name, he gave himself ‘pompous’ in such a condescending tone, he had an urge to kill her, and it wasn’t like there was anything wrong with his name, if anything he felt like it was an understatement of his true ability, calling himself ‘The God of Cultivation’ was an understatement of his ability.

The only time that he used pre-existing cultivation techniques, was the very first time that he cultivated, in all subsequent lives, he crafted and honed all his techniques by himself.

The only thing he did with other people’s cultivation techniques was use them to showcase his superiority in creating cultivation techniques.

As for the paths to the second and third accord, those were all things that Lirian discovered purely by himself without the help or aide of any other individual or external force.

Since the heavens rejected him, he rejected the heavens right back, he proved to all the heavens that he by his lonesome self, was superior to the collective of every other being birthed by the heavens.

So, calling himself, ‘The God of Cultivation’ was an understatement by cataclysmic proportions, not only was he ‘The God of Cultivation’ he was the greatest god of all.

Lirian sincerely doubted that their existed another god, who only followed the techniques of others to achieve first-grade, and from then on pioneered their own path completely by themselves.

So, by all means, calling himself ‘The God of Cultivation’ was not pompous at all, it was quite the opposite, it was a show of pure humility from his perspective and he could not be convinced otherwise.

“I heard from a refugee that we interrogated, that the man who orchestrated the entire attack last night called the noble’s blasphemers against cultivation,” Anthea added with a derisive snort, she didn’t even call Lirian by his self-declared title.

“I bet that he is just some agent of Unity,” Stella said in a whisper, causing the two ladies to raise their brows and look at her curiously, even Lirian looked at her with some surprise as he wondered how the girl could connect the events of the previous night to Unity.

Unity was not an unknown organisation to Lirian, and he had only spent a small amount of time of Nebula-6 so far most of his time spent on this world was either in a cage, or in this city, so as far the outside world went Lirian was still a little clueless.

But even so, Lirian had already bumped into a member of Unity in Willcolly, Mr Cassy, he wasn’t an official member, he was likely a potential member that Unity was interested in, he was being given a task and if he succeeded he would have become an official member.

Lirian only knew that Unity wanted to control Willcolly, as for their reason for wanting Willcolly, Lirian couldn’t be too sure, as there were far too many unknown factors, Lirian listened closely to the next words that followed.

Stella raised her hand to her mouth with an ‘:O’ expression as if she said something she shouldn’t have, but as she saw the incessant look in the other ladies eyes, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to keep what she knew to herself.

“Alright fine I’ll tell you, but you have to promise you won’t tell this to anyone, my husband said that if word of this ever got out it would cause a lot of trouble, not just for us but also for the entire world,” Stella said in her own exaggerated way and a hint of seriousness crept into her voices, that only made the others more curious.

She lowered her tone to a hushed whisper, so as to prevent Lirian from listening in, but unfortunately for her Lirian’s could hear even the rhythmic pumping of her heart, needless to say her whispers were heard loud and clear by Lirian.

Even as he continued to play the lute with feigned disinterest all the while listening with keen ears.

“My husband told me that Unity, calls all the nobles around the world blasphemers, regardless of their race or nations, and the reason stems from their desire for the cultivation chambers,”

“As you know the cultivation chambers were created by the human god Mitalas, before he ascended into to the divine worlds,”

“Due to his magnanimity the god Mitalas shared the secret of creating the cultivation chambers, with all the races and split all the existing chambers between the races, but humans received the most as they rightfully deserved, since Mitalas was a human,”

The ladies nodded, the god Mitalas was a god who all humans worshipped and revered, not even the ‘Heavenly Empress’ would dare to speak ill of Mitalas, in the hearts of humans Mitalas was the greatest being who ever existed.

“However my husband told me that Unity believes differently, they claim that the cultivation chambers were created by a different god, a god that those in Unity worship and revere,”

“Unity claims that their god left the cultivation chambers for them, and that Mitalas is a thief who killed their god and stole the cultivation chambers and passed them off as creations of his own,” Stella said with a heated tone with her face flushed red in anger.

“It’s Unity who is the blasphemers, how dare they speak ill of Mitalas?” Anthea snapped in fury with her fists curled up in anger.

Lirian was equally surprised but for different reasons, when he inspected the inside of the cultivation chamber, he didn’t get much time to study it but from what he saw there was no way a mortal could have possibly created such a marvellous contraption.

Rarely did Lirian offer praise to the workmanship of others, but he had to admit that the manner in which the cultivation chambers were spelled was exceptional.

It wasn’t that one would need great power to replicate the chamber, rather it relied on technique and finesse with a micro attention to detail, it was something that a mortal simply could not do due to the limitations of their life span they simply could not live long enough to get that good.