Stories of Kent’s past exploits became the lifeblood of the eternal sun sect, passed down from older disciples to the new recruits, each tale more embellished than the last.
The story of how Kent became the number one fighter in the Arena, defeating the formidable Zi Chen despite being a realm lower in cultivation, was told with such fervor that it bordered on myth.
His unparalleled healing skills, which had earned him the title of the “Pleasure Doctor,” became the stuff of legend. Some disciples swore they had seen him bring people back from the brink of death with nothing more than a touch, while others claimed he could cure any ailment with a single glance.
These tales, while based in truth, were often exaggerated by overenthusiastic storytellers. Kent’s name took on a life of its own, becoming a brand synonymous with greatness, power, and a hint of mystery.
It wasn’t long before the name “Kent Clark” began to appear everywhere in Golden Bamboo City. Shops, stalls, and even inns bore his name, hoping to attract customers by association with the legendary figure.
The “Kent Clark Elixirs” stall became particularly famous, selling potions and concoctions falsely inspired by Kent’s own recipes. Whether these claims were true or not, the products flew off the shelves, and the owners couldn’t keep up with the demand.
But it wasn’t just the marketplace that felt the impact of Kent’s rise to fame. Within the sect, his popularity had unexpected consequences. Many female disciples, especially those from rich and influential backgrounds, were desperate to befriend Kent’s girlfriends, hoping to get closer to the legend himself.
This newfound attention became a source of constant headaches for Kent’s companions, who found themselves besieged by would-be admirers and sycophants. The situation was so overwhelming that they began to avoid public appearances altogether, retreating to secluded parts of the sect to escape the endless attention.
The greatest headache of all, however, fell upon the peak master of Healing Sun Peak. She was constantly bombarded by requests from wealthy families and influential women, all demanding an audience with the “Pleasure Doctor.”
They were demanding Kent’s renowned healing services, insisting that they simply couldn’t live without his miraculous treatments. The peak master, who had once been able to manage her duties with relative ease, now found herself drowning in petitions, offers of bribes, and thinly veiled threats from those who were denied.
The entire city seemed to be obsessed with Kent Clark. His name was spoken in reverence by some, with jealousy by others, and with a mix of fear and admiration by the rest. He had become a symbol of the Eternal Sun Sect’s newfound power, a beacon that drew people in but also cast a long shadow.
Despite all the chaos, there was no denying that Kent had put the Eternal Sun Sect on the map in a way that no one else could have. He had transformed the sect from a humble group of cultivators into a force to be reckoned with, a powerhouse.
For better or worse, Kent Clark had become a brand—a legend in his own time. And as the sect continued to grow, so too did the myth of the man who had made it all possible.
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In the grand hall of the Nine Realms Association, an imposing palace suspended amidst the clouds. Representatives from eight of the nine realms had gathered, their voices hushed as they awaited the arrival of their leader, Jason Mama.
Among the 8 realm heads, Ryon Lionheart from 7th realm and the head of 6th realm who met madam Clark are also present.
The only realm missing from this gathering was the Third Realm—the Blue Planet—whose representatives had been deliberately excluded. This exclusion was no accident; it was a calculated move by Jason Mama, who had far-reaching plans for the upcoming 333rd Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering.
Jason Mama entered the hall with an air of authority that silenced all conversation. His presence was commanding, his eyes sharp as they scanned the room, taking in the assembled leaders of the other eight realms. They all stood and bowed deeply as he approached the head of the table, waiting for him to speak.
“Please, be seated,” Jason said with a calm but firm voice, gesturing for them to take their places. Once everyone was seated, he allowed a moment of silence to settle over the room before beginning.
“It’s good to see you all here,” Jason began, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “The upcoming Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering is not just any gathering; it is the 333rd. A gathering that carries a significance beyond what most of you can comprehend.”
The room remained silent, the leaders hanging on to his every word. They were well aware of the importance of the 333rd gathering, where the possibility of obtaining a rare and powerful inheritance, such as the War God Inheritance, was higher than ever.
“Before we delve into our discussion,” Jason continued, “I want to hear your thoughts. What are your expectations for this gathering? How do you see your disciples faring?”
One by one, the leaders of the realms spoke up, each offering their thoughts on the gathering. Some expressed their hopes for their disciples to obtain a powerful inheritance, while others spoke of their concerns about the competition, particularly from the disciples of the Blue Planet who will be in large numbers. Jason listened patiently, his expression unreadable.
After everyone had spoken, Jason nodded and leaned forward slightly, his gaze intense. “Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Now, let me make something clear. This gathering is crucial, not just for your realms, but for me personally. My son, Simon, has been stuck at the Grand Master Magus stage for a decade. This gathering is his chance to change that.”
The room stirred with curiosity and a touch of unease. They knew Jason had a son, but few had seen Simon, and even fewer knew just how desperate Jason was to see him ascend to the next level.
“Usually, every other realm will be offered a hundred slots by the blue planet. But, I’m offering you 7,000 slots in the Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering,” Jason announced, his voice calm but his words explosive. “In exchange, I ask for your unwavering loyalty. I need your help to ensure that my son Simon achieves the War God Inheritance.”
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the room. Seven thousand slots were more than any realm could dream of acquiring on their own. It was a golden opportunity, but the cost of loyalty was steep.
The head of the Sixth Realm, leaned forward with a frown. “Respected Jason, we are grateful for the offer, but how exactly do you expect us to help your son achieve the War God Inheritance? This gathering is about war, about proving oneself. How can we make sure Simon emerges victorious when every disciple is fighting for themselves?”
A small, almost sinister smile curled on Jason’s lips as he leaned back in his chair. “I have a plan, all the disciples from 8 realms will form a Lotus Chakra formation around Simon who will be at center, close to the war god temple. When the time comes, that is when the sacred blessing appears—I want every one of your disciples to attack Simon.”
Stunned silence followed his words. The leaders exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of such a plan.
Jason continued, his voice growing colder. “Simon will defeat each of your disciples, proving his strength to the gods. The formation will make it appear as though he has withstood an onslaught from all sides, showcasing his power and ensuring that he is chosen for the War God Inheritance.”
The head of the Sixth Realm frowned, shaking his head slightly. “But what of the Blue Planet? They would never agree to this. Forming a Lotus Chakra formation would mean none of their disciples stand a chance of getting an inheritance. They’ll see through this plan immediately.”
Jason’s eyes narrowed, and a sharp, dangerous glint appeared in them. “I do not care about the Blue Planet,” he said, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “My only concern is making my son the next Half Sovereign. The Blue Planet will be dealt with if they interfere. Do not underestimate my resolve.”
A heavy silence fell over the room as the leaders absorbed his words. Jason Mama was known for his ruthlessness, but this was a new level of determination. He was willing to risk everything for his son’s ascension, and he expected the other realms to fall in line.
Finally, Jason stood, his gaze sweeping across the room. “You have a choice,” he said, his voice cold and commanding. “Pledge your loyalty to me and receive the 7,000 slots, or walk away and be left with nothing. But know this: if you choose to walk away, you will make an enemy of the Nine Realms Association. I will see to it personally.”
The leaders of the realms looked at each other, the weight of the decision pressing down on them. One by one, they stood and pledged their loyalty to Jason, their voices firm but tinged with apprehension.
“Good,” Jason said, his smile returning. “Now, make a heart vow to solidify your pledge. There will be no turning back.”
The leaders hesitated, but under Jason’s steely gaze, they had little choice. Each of them made the heart vow, binding their loyalty to Jason and his plan. The room was thick with tension, but the decision had been made.
Jason Mama nodded in satisfaction. “Prepare your disciples. The 333rd Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering will be the turning point for the Nine Realms. And my son, Simon, will emerge as the new Half Sovereign. Do not disappoint me.”
With that, the gathering was dismissed. The leaders left the hall, their minds heavy with the weight of their oaths and the uncertain future that awaited them. Jason Mama and Ryon Lionheart remained as they continued to discuss.
“How is my sister? Is she taking good care of you?” Jason asked Ryon.
“My wife is definitely taking good care of the family and my two sons. I hope your two nephews will also become half sovereigns in future to support your son.” Ryon replied with a smile.
[Ryon married Jason’s sister, who is the reason for the meridian curse of baby Kent. Soon, everything will be revealed. Stay Tuned…]
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