The Yandere System in the World of Cultivation

The discovery of the spatial pocket was an abrupt, tsunami-like, news that at first swept the higher sects and eventually got to middle sects and even the smaller sects, which were like ants compared to the higher sects, all of those forces were stirred up.

It was not revealed as to who first discovered this phenomenon, but the excitement caused by this news was enormous, originally it was a secret that was known to select few righteous and demonic sects alike.

But, soon information about this somehow leaked out, and after a short period of time, all practitioners of this world came to know of it.

Their excitement, lust and greed for the inheritance that was stored in the spatial pocket seemed ready to eclipse the heavens themselves. 

The result was chaos, with battles erupting between young cultivators everywhere. If they couldn't get to the place the normal way, then they did it by force, an event that they would probably see only once in their lifetimes, so they took risks.

It seemed as if they did not care about their own wellbeing with such a prize at stake, as you know after getting an inheritance, a cultivator was like a carp swimming across the river, in one fell swoop they could turn from a nobody to someone famous across the world...

All the sect masters of the higher sects were people who, one way or another, got their hands on an inheritance in their youth and through which they were now a force to reckon with, a force capable of commanding the heavens and destroying countries if they only wished to.

It was impossible to resist such temptation and only thanks to the Empress, the chaos that had arisen everywhere was somewhat reduced, all who tried to violate the order were killed...

The Empress not only banned skirmishes between cultivators but also issued an order that anyone who wishes to enter the battle for the inheritance can participate if they do not break the stated rules, with this order the reputation of the Blue Wind Empress has reached unimaginable proportions.

If the higher sects were dissatisfied with this, the disciples of the middle and lower sects alike, as well as the wandering cultivators who did not have anyone backing them, were praising it.

Whether demonic, righteous, or even imperial powers, all had to follow certain rules by which, the inheritor must be decided only in the spatial pocket and nowhere else.

It was troublesome to clean up the chaos after the clashes between the cultivators, but it did not apply to the spatial pocket where things would definitely be solved in a bloody way, each time an inheritance was found, its inheritor was bound to have their hands stained in blood of many as the competition was fierce.

There is no other way around it, only among a pile of corpses and blood the heir could be forged. And it was well understood by all and despite this many still took such a desperate path.

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'What the hell is this!?' Victor thought grudgingly.

He flew like a madman the whole time and only arrived at Incheon in the evening, as the sect master said a spatial pocket appeared, it was not located in the city, but not far from it, several kilometers away in a nearby forest.

Victor hadn't rested all this time because he wanted to be one of the first to get there, but looking at the place now, his whole plan collapsed immediately.

'Didn't the sect master say it was secret information...?' Victor began to doubt the words of the sect master, looking at the huge number of contenders in the area he sighed wearily.

Getting the inheritance would not be as easy as he expected.

He hoped that at most twenty or thirty people would participate, but not that many....

As he looked around he counted at least two hundred young cultivators, and that was by his conservative estimate, but it was clear that there were many more.

Looking at the cultivators in the circle he noticed how the invisible line was divided among them, such that the righteous cultivators kept together as one group as did the imperial forces.

But the cultivators of the demonic path were very different, unlike the others, they did not trust anyone except the others from their own sects, they gathered in small groups of ten to fifteen people, huddled closely together and warily looked around.

There were also wandering cultivators who stood alone, also warily looking around.

The word "secret" about the spatial pocket was an obvious joke to Victor now.

Victor, in addition to the young cultivators, also noticed some elderly people, clad in armor and black robes, in his opinion they were there to watch their respective sects disciples from the sidelines and hoped that their disciples were the ones to get the inheritance, they were there to protect them just in case.

This has always been the case, if a certain person gets an inheritance many forces would rather destroy him on the spot, not allowing another monster to grow. It was a similar situation as with Victor, even without getting an inheritance many forces already had their sights on him.

Fortunately, after standing alone for a long time, he did not notice a single murderous glance or wariness from either the young cultivators or the people watching from the sidelines. 

He was lucky.

It was only a day after finding out that Victor had a divine physique, so almost no one except the disciples of the Dark Moon Temple knew what he looked like.

But it would soon change; it would be a miracle if they didn't recognize him, and all Victor dreamed of now was that he would have time to penetrate the spatial pocket before they found out about him.

He did not know about the Empress' order, and even if he had, it would not have made any difference, even with her order he would not have been surprised even if a man, under the Empress' direct command, would have wanted to kill him, not to mention anyone else.

This was the true face of the cultivator's world; the word "ruthlessness" was a perfect description of that world.

'Lies, again…' Victor sighed bitterly when he saw the group of people right in front of the spatial pocket.

He pulled his hood as tightly as he could, and tried to hide his face as best as he could from this group.

The group of people near the spatial pocket were none other than the disciples of the Temple of the Dark Moon, Victor remembered some of the faces of the people in their group when he was tested on his physique.

Perhaps because of the hood or the fact that they did not look around, just looking at the spatial pocket, they did not notice Victor's rushed movements, which made him relax a little.

Victor suddenly regretted that he was in a hurry to arrive at this place and all he wanted now was for the spatial pocket to open as quickly as possible.

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