So far, Tian Shen's attributes had undergone a dramatic transformation.
『Cultivation』: 4th Stage of Qi Refining Realm
『Martial Arts Experience』: 5000
『Martial Art』: Poison Aura Finger (Tier-2) – Mastery
『Divine Power』: Beastial Sword Intent
『Storage』: Incomplete soul demon
『Undistributed Attributes』: Thunder Element ×1, Fire Element ×1
His cultivation stage was once again at the Qi Refining Realm, reaching almost 5th stage of Qi Refining Realm.
With, physique reaching even 4000+ points.
With a simple burst of power, Tian Shen could reach the power level most in the region could dream of.
It meant that whether it was combat or escape, he stood unchallenged in the Northern Territory.
Aside from his Spiritual Qi points still lagging behind, everything else had evolved to a level that left Tian Shen more than satisfied.
"Still... the Northern Territory doesn't seem very exciting anymore."
"I just transmigrated here, and I haven't even left the Beast Taming Sect, yet I'm already this disillusioned with the region?"
"No way. Absolutely not."
"Even if I'm not hyped, my Spiritual Qi is quite an issue—I can just use that as an excuse to go loot attribute bubbles from other sects!"
The leap in physique alone had already sparked a new goal in Tian Shen's mind.
On a quiet road leading toward the Beast Taming Sect, a crooked old man followed by a mysterious, black-robed figure approached slowly.
"Senior Liu, that's the Beast Taming Sect up ahead."
The old man said excitedly.
"I swear, that girl I told you about—Feng Yin—is a peerless beauty. That face, that figure... absolutely divine! If I weren't the sect elder, I would've already made a move on her!"
He let out a perverted laugh, quite unpleasant.
But when the man in the black robe spoke, the old man's laugh sounded almost pleasant in comparison.
A hoarse voice—twisted, guttural, with strange, dragging syllables—echoed from beneath the hood.
"That girl belongs to this old man... but after I've had my fun, perhaps I'll let you taste a little as well."
"Thank you, Senior Liu! Thank you!"
The old man's face turned even more servile, his mind clearly lost in some obscene fantasy.
Moments later, the two reached the base of the Beast Taming Sect's mountain.
The black-robed figure looked up at the sect with scornful eyes.
"Beast Taming Sect? What a pathetic name."
"The once-glorious Beast Master Sect, reduced to this pitiful state. If Old Li saw this, he'd probably drop dead from rage."
While he arrogantly stated that, something else was cooking in his mind.
'Heh... But it works in my favor.'
'Otherwise, how would I get my hands on treasures like the Spirit Beast Sword and the Beast Taming Contract Manual?'
'Letting these wastes manage such teeasure is nothing short of blasphemy.'
The lecherous elder, oblivious to the true thoughts of his companion, strutted arrogantly as they ascended the mountain path.
He acted like the entire sect belonged to him.
A young Inner Sect disciple descending from the mountain paused and greeted respectfully upon seeing the old man.
Su Jin tilted his head upward, nostrils flaring, and completely ignored the greeting, brushing past as if he were royalty.
Once the pair passed, the disciple's expression twisted from polite to disgusted.
Shaking his head, he started walking again—but after just two steps, he stopped.
His eyes glinted mischievously.
"Interesting... Let's see what kind of mess these two stir up."
With that, he turned around and began tailing them quietly, keeping to the shadows as he followed them toward the inner sect—eager to witness the drama unfold.
Su Jin brought the black-robed man to the main hall of the Beast Taming Sect. Seeing that Feng Yan was not present, he Shouted in the direction of Feng Yan's cave mansion.
"Feng Yan! Come out and welcome the honored guest!"
"Senior Liu, please take a seat!"
Without waiting to see if Feng Yan had heard, Su Jin led the black-robed man to the central seat of the hall—Feng Yan's seat—and gestured for him to sit. The black-robed man didn't refuse. Instead, he sat with a pleased grin, sighing with mock admiration.
"The Sect Master's throne of the Beast Taming Sect... I didn't expect to sit here so effortlessly!"
"Senior Liu, you're a Foundation Establishment Realm powerhouse. The throne of the Beast Taming Sect's master is nothing! Even if Feng Yan were here, you could sit on his head if you wanted to and no one could say a word!"
Su Jin chuckled obsequiously, his face full of flattery.
The black-robed man nodded, the corners of his lips curling into a sinister smile.
"This Feng Yan is quite arrogant. I, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, came in person and he didn't even come out to greet me. Once I'm seated on his throne, I'll see what it truly feels like to trample over his face!"
Even Su Jin was a little speechless hearing how shameless the black-robed man was. After all, they hadn't even notified Feng Yan before arriving. How was he supposed to know they were here?
Of course, Su Jin kept those thoughts to himself. Outwardly, he continued playing the sycophant, smiling and nodding along.
Meanwhile, in his cave mansion, Feng Yan was preparing food for Tian Shen's Spiritual Companion when he suddenly heard the shouting from outside.
"Hmm? That voice... why does it sound familiar?"
He frowned in confusion but eventually decided to go and check what was happening.
Though his cave wasn't far from the main hall, it still took Feng Yan a moment to arrive.
During that time, Su Jin and the black-robed man sat waiting.
Seeing that no one had arrived and not even a single maid had come to serve tea, the two were visibly displeased.
"Senior Liu, please excuse the delay. I'll go see what's going on. It's outrageous! An esteemed guest like you visits and Feng Yan doesn't show up. There's not even a cup of tea to offer. Outrageous!"
With a darkened expression, Su Jin stormed out of the hall.
The black-robed man grunted, his mood souring.
He was a Foundation Establishment Realm expert—though not the strongest in the Northern Territory, he was still someone of status. In any other sect, he'd be treated with the utmost respect.
Not a single disciple, no tea, no hospitality.
The Beast Taming Sect would suffer the consequences.
He wouldn't just take the Spirit Sword and the Beast Taming Contract Manual—they would hand over all their cultivation resources as well.
Just then, an inner sect disciple happened to pass by and saw a stranger seated in the Sect Master's place. His eyes widened with fury.
"Who are you? How dare you sit there?!"
The black-robed man, already on edge, turned toward the disciple with narrowed eyes.
"Presumptuous! A mere ant dares shout at me?!"
The black-robed man slammed his palm onto the armrest. A burst of dense green energy erupted and struck the disciple square in the chest.
The disciple was blown off his feet, crashing into a nearby statue and shattering it completely.
He lay limp, his chest marred by a fist-sized, festering green wound. The stench was suffocating, bones visible beneath the torn flesh.
At that moment, Feng Yan arrived.
Though he didn't recognize the disciple personally, the uniform was unmistakable—he was one of theirs.
Feng Yan rushed to his side.
The disciple died in his arms.
Veins popped at Feng Yan's temples. Rage burned in his chest like wildfire.
With a thunderous roar, a wave of killing intent burst from Feng Yan, shaking the nearby stone walls from the Unstable Spiritual Qi released by him.
He gently placed the body down, then hurried toward the main hall.
As he burst through the hall's entrance and saw someone occupying his throne, his fury exploded.
The seat symbolized the dignity of the Beast Taming Sect Master.
No one, not even a sect elder, was allowed to touch it—let alone a stranger.
This was not just disrespect—it was humiliation!
"Are you the Sect Master Feng Yan?"
The black-robed man sneered upon seeing him.
"Hmph! You dare keep me waiting so long?!"
His cold snort carried immense pressure. Feng Yan, despite being at the peak of Qi Refining Realm, couldn't withstand it. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his complexion turned pale.
"Foundation Establishment Realm?!"
Feng Yan's expression darkened further.
"Who are you? What business do you have with the Beast Taming Sect? You trespass in my sect, kill my disciples, and insult our name—do you take us for fools?!"
Though his heart trembled, he stood his ground. As the Sect Master, he had no room to show weakness.
"Not bad! You've got some backbone!" the black-robed man mocked.
Before he could continue, Su Jin returned and shouted.
"Feng Yan! There you are! Do you know who Senior Liu is?! I went through all the trouble to invite him here and you didn't even welcome him! No tea, no water! What do you have to say for yourself?!"
Feng Yan clenched his fists, his fury peaking as he saw Su Jin's sycophantic expression. His teeth ground together audibly.
This humiliation... he would never forget.