From what his father had revealed to him, John knew the relationship between the Crimson Valley Sect and Fenix Clan was bad. In fact, it was better to describe them as enemies. John was uncertain what happened in the past to cause such enmity, but that didn't matter to him now. John was also wearing his Fenix Clan robes, easily identifying him as a member of the clan.
Although John was not afraid of the boys approaching him, he didn't want to start any trouble for his clan either.
John decided to ignore the boys and walk past them.
As the group of boys approached John, the late Mist Creation boy noticed John's robes.
"Oh, what do we have here. A lost Fenix Clan boy out alone?"
The other boys in the group looked towards John, at which point they all had smiles appear on their faces.
"Goddamnit" thought John as he stopped walking and looked directly at the group. The group consisted of five boys around his age, and John's divine sense told him that they were four middle Mist Creation and one late Mist Creation realm cultivators.
The late Mist Creation boy hopped off his beast and started walking towards John. The other boys followed suit and John soon found him face to face with the five of them. John looked at the five of them indifferently.
"What do you want?" asked John with an unconcerned tone.
"Is that any way to greet someone?" asked the oldest boy.
"It seems like he doesn't place senior brother in his eyes at all," responded another one of the boys.
John stared coldly at the group but said nothing. He once again tried to walk around the group, but the oldest boy once again moved in front of John to block his path. The boy looked at John with a skew smile.
"You know what, I'm in a good mood today. Bow down before me and apologize for your rude behavior, and I'll let you go."
The other boys started snickering, looking forward to the show that was about to unfold before them.
John narrowed his eyes at the boy, and after a few seconds he once again tried to walk by but was forcibly stopped once more.
"Let me pass" said John in a gloomy voice. Although he could easily use his movement technique to get around these boys, he felt no reason to. He didn't want to cause trouble for his clan, but he wouldn't lower his head to these boys either.
The Crimson Valley Sect boy started laughing and turned to his friends.
"What should we do with this Fenix boy? It seems like we need to teach him some manners."
"That's right, he has no respect at all. We should teach him in place of his parents"
The oldest boy looked back towards John with a large smile on his face. "Right, right. We'll teach you respect since your parents failed to.."
Bang!
A loud sound rang out as the Crimson Valley Sect boy was sent flying dozens of yards, loosened teeth and blood trailing behind him. The boy tumbled over several times before coming to an unconscious halt. The other boys stared at John in complete shock at what had just happened.
John was completely willing to endure these petty taunts of the boys, but as soon as they mentioned his parents, John could hold back no longer. His anger flared and he instinctively reached out and slapped the boy with full force.
John looked at the boy, surprised at how much damage he had just caused with a single slap. Although the boy wasn't prepared and had no defenses raised, he was still a late Mist Creation realm cultivator, but he was sent flying with a single slap and knocked unconscious as well. He had underestimated John and had not used any Qi or techniques to block his attack. With the weaker bodies of essence cultivators, a full power slap from John was more than enough to render them unconscious if they made no effort to block it.
Experienced cultivators always had a thin layer of Qi wrapped around their bodies to protect themselves in case of surprise attacks. This layer would consume the same amount of Qi that the cultivators dantian naturally replenished, so it resulted in no extra burden on the cultivator. If the boy had been passively using this technique, John's slap would have hurt but not knocked him unconscious. Unfortunately for the boy, he enjoyed a life of trampling on others due to his sects power and was rarely disrespected let alone struck, and so he was unprepared for John's surprise slap.
"Bastard, die!" The group of boys finally came to their senses and attacked John.
John looked towards the group of boys and scoffed. The group consisted of only middle Mist Creation realm cultivators, and were of no threat to John.
"Although they're attacking me, I still shouldn't kill them. But I will leave them a gift they'll all remember" thought John as he took out his greatsword and charged towards the group of boys.
Several minutes later, John looked down at the mass of unconscious boys at his feet. Just using the power of his body alone, John was able to easily subdue the group and knock them out. John dragged all the boys to the side of the road.
A few minutes later, John smiled and nodded his head with pride as he stared at his handiwork.
"They should all wake up within the hour. I'm sure they'll enjoy my gift to them" John took one last look before setting off down the road once more.
A rumor soon appeared afterwards of a group of Crimson Valley Sect boys each tied to a tree, completely naked. The news spread like wildfire, although John was unaware of the storm his actions caused and the damage to the illustrious prestige of the Crimson Valley Sect.
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John spent the month traveling on the road towards the Fenix Clan. He would occasionally stop at a town situated on the road and lodge for the night, before once again continuing on towards his clan.
A familiar sight eventually appeared in John's view, and John paused for a moment to take in the majestic view. A large wall would be seen stretching for miles in each direction, with the Skycleave Mountain Range in the distance behind it. Behind the wall, grand buildings, bustling streets and towering waterfalls could be seen sprawled all along the mountainside.
"Im finally home"
After nearly half a year, John had finally returned home to the Fenix Clan.