Outside of the inn, the people who saw the immortal master going in saw him coming out not long after.
But he came out rolling on the ground.
While in shock, they saw innkeeper Luna, looking like an expert—arrogant and confident—coming out.
She still had some grapes in her hand, eating them one by one gracefully as she walked toward the immortal master.
The young man on the ground saw the "hidden expert" walking toward him and tried to talk:
"Do you know who my master is, wom—"
But before he could say "woman" again, another grape was shot into his throat.
Then Luna ate the last grape in her hand, caught the young man's hair with her left hand, and picked him up from the ground like a chicken.
The young man was going to struggle, but he got hit in his abdomen again and stopped.
He didn't know when was the last time he had been so powerless, so vulnerable to a normal hit.
Who was this witch?
How did she take his power away?
Scared and confused, he heard Luna talking to him:
"Listen carefully to what I'm going to tell you."
The young man gulped and nodded.
"This city has changed owners, and the citizens are all followers of the Sect Master. From today onward, this is private property."
"Do *slap* you *slap*... understand? *Slap*."
The young man, slapped three times, with tears in his eyes and a red face, nodded.
At that moment, a child's voice came from the inn entrance:
"What's all the racket this early in the morning?"
The young man glanced over and saw a little kid in sleepwear looking around in dissatisfaction.
He wondered whose kid he was, but then he saw the people around suddenly freeze in unison—then, it seemed, they were horrified.
But in the next moment, all of them cupped their hands and bowed to him, saying:
"Greetings, Sect Master."
The little boy nodded in approval and then walked toward Luna.
When he was beside her, he said:
"What is this? Leftover trash? Let me throw it away for you."
Then he grabbed the young man's ankle and dragged him away from Luna's hand.
Where there was no one close to him, he started spinning.
The scared young man felt numb.
Now what? There's a second big shot in this mortal city?
The speed of "Little Mortal" spinning became faster and faster, while the young man's screams grew louder and louder.
Then he let go, and the young man was thrown into the sky.
The onlookers could hear his screams grow more and more distant until he disappeared into the horizon.
The little boy, standing in the middle of the street, looked around, waiting for the people to say a word of praise.
But the only thing he received was the horrified looks on their faces.
Then he resentfully stared at Luna, as if it were her fault.
Luna, who was still under control, stared back at him, fearless.
The longer the two of them stayed like this, the heavier the atmosphere grew.
Everyone thought a fight between the two experts would break out at any moment.
Some people started whispering to the person beside them.
A man said:
"The clash of experts."
An old man sighed and said:
"When experts fight, a city of mortals will be gone with everything inside."
A maid from the inn whispered to another maid:
"Looks like there's some history between Expert Luna and the Little Monster."
The other maid answered in a low voice:
"He probably killed all of her family members."
The others nodded.
Little Mortal, hearing their nonsense, couldn't take it anymore. While walking toward the inn, he said:
"It's not the time yet."
And Luna, who had been arrogantly looking at him the whole time, replied:
"Indeed, it's not the time yet."
The audience around them felt enlightened.
So it was true—the two were sworn enemies, but the time for the final battle hadn't come yet!
And just like that, the rumor of Expert Luna's family being massacred by the Sect Master spread everywhere in the city...
....
In the distance between the Outer Sect City and the sect's storehouse, the sect disciples and elders saw a flying disciple—screaming, with speed far beyond his cultivation realm—heading toward the storehouse.
At the storehouse, the middle-aged lady, the storehouse manager, was sipping tea when she sensed something and looked toward the sky.
She focused on the dot far away, growing closer, and saw it was one of her disciples—the one responsible for gathering rice from the Outer Sect City.
She took another sip of tea and waited for him to arrive.
With a BAM, the young man—who had regained his powers on the way—rolled about ten meters on the ground and finally stopped at his master's feet.
The storehouse manager, leisurely drinking her tea, said:
"Who did you offend?"
But the young man's answer made her hand pause.
He said with difficulty:
"S-Sect Master."
And after that, he fell unconscious.
The manager was speechless.
"There are so many people in the sect, and you picked the Sect Master to offend?"
She thought for a moment and said:
"Throw him in his cave and seal the entrance. Let him think about his mistake. I'll talk to the Sect Master and apologize on his behalf..."
Another young disciple appeared beside her, bowed, and said:
"Yes, Master."
Then he took his foolish junior away.
The storehouse manager felt tired.
She knew this unruly disciple had gone to the Outer Sect City ahead of time, but she'd let him be.
Now it turned out she'd forgotten something important.
That place was the playground of the Sect Master's daughter... and this stupid disciple of hers...
"No, I should go there and take a look. What's the Sect Master even doing there? Isn't she in seclusion? And the matter of the missing storehouse token..."
Sigh.
....
Back at the inn, Little Mortal—hands behind his back—walked in with Luna, who looked miserable for some reason.
It seemed that being controlled by him wasn't all that good. She'd just become more famous and hadn't learned anything useful...
Just a weird kick, a palm attack, and a leg sweep...
But she felt good beating up an immortal.
While thinking about all of this, a proud smile appeared on her face.
The inn workers, seeing the two return, started whispering:
"The Little Monster is back from his 'morning violence.'"
Little Mortal clenched his teeth.
"Expert Luna, after showing her prowess to the public, is back."
Luna, at the back, smiled and nodded at them like an expert.
Little Mortal clenched his fist behind his back.
Rose glared at the maids, and all of them fell silent.
Lady Butterfly, seeing these ignorant workers, thought to herself:
'Ignorance is indeed a blessing sometimes. I have so much stress around this little guy, but they—while scared of him—still don't understand how scary he can really be...'
Luna, who had regained control of her body again, slowly walked upstairs. She felt it was better to rest for a little while.
Little Mortal went straight into his backpack. Soon after, he came out in his black robe and mustache.
Just his presence looking around made all the workers quiet.
He snorted coldly (or cutely) and said:
"Alright, back to work."
He then turned to his backpack.
"Little Glasses, come out—"
But he stopped mid-sentence, looked toward the door, frowned, and squatted down, placing a hand on the ground.
Lady Butterfly frowned and used her spiritual sense to scan the city area.
After a brief moment, she raised an eyebrow. She saw who was coming.
Little Mortal, too, found out about the arrival of his guest.
He picked up his backpack, ran to the end of the inn, and—while climbing up—said:
"Everyone, stand in two lines at the sides of the inn, ready to welcome our guest."
Rose came beside him and asked:
"Who's coming, Sect Master?"
Little Mortal turned his back to them, hands behind his back, entering "senior" mode, and said:
"Can't you feel it? The ground is shaking. The carrier of the eight-time Mr. Olympia title, the King—Ronnie Coleman—is coming!"
And he himself gasped in shock at the revelation!
Lady Butterfly felt like crying.
There was finally a second person that this kid had mistaken for someone he knew from who knows where!
But what was with this difference in treatment?
She was an enemy, and even after making peace and joining his team, she was still being manipulated by him to mess around. But this musclehead, Elder Iron, was a king and an eight-time something?
The workers all ran to both sides and waited silently.
This was the first time a king had come to their city.
And their boss seemed to hold him in high regard.
Some time later, the inn door opened.
But unlike everyday situations, no sunlight came in...
The puzzled crowd turned their heads to see why there was only shadow and no light.
But when they saw the reason, they all became shocked!
What creature was this?
Human? Monster?
Was this a moving mountain of muscle?
Then, the muscle mountain spoke in human language:
"Sorry for coming sooner. Is Sect Mas—"
But before he could finish, Little Mortal interrupted him.
"You are here, Ronnie."
Elder Iron looked to the end of the inn and saw a small person with his back turned toward him, standing on a big backpack and speaking.
He thought:
'Oh, the senior from last night is here.'
He was going to say:
"Greetings, Mr. Morle—"
But he was interrupted again:
"I am the Sect Master. Mr. Morleone told me about you. Come here, Ronnie. Let me take a look at your current condition."
The muscle mountain walked forward nervously.
He didn't know why the senior from last night was a Sect Master now...
And why he himself was "Ronnie"?
So while moving forward—shaking the inn and letting everyone experience what Little Mortal meant when he said, "Can't you feel it? The ground is shaking!"—he said:
"Mr. Mo— ehem, I mean, Sect Master, I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I am Elder Iron fro—"
He was going to say "from the Demoness Sect," but he was interrupted for the third time.
"It seems you don't understand."
Little Mortal slowly turned around, raised his hand, and began stroking his mustache.
"Come here. Let me explain it to you."
Elder Iron said "Yes" and started jogging toward him.
The whole inn began shaking—it was like an earthquake.
Little Mortal, who almost fell off the backpack, lost character and shouted in panic:
"Slow down, Ronnie! Slow down! You're destroying my headquarters!"
Elder Iron, realizing his mistake, slowed down and walked up to him carefully.
"Sorry. I haven't been down the mountain for a long time."
Little Mortal took a deep breath to calm himself and gestured to him.
"Come closer."
And when he did, Little Mortal caught his right ear and pulled it toward himself.
The people around were speechless.
This little monster had just called this big guy a king and made them line up for his arrival, but now he was pulling the king by his ear?
Where was the respect?
Little Mortal became serious.
"Listen carefully to what I'm going to tell you. I'll only say it once, and only once..."
Elder Iron gulped and nodded.
He didn't know what was wrong with this senior.
He was Mr. Morleone at night and a Sect Master in the morning with a ridiculous mustache?
Then he heard him say:
"In your genes, a name is engraved. Those who have this gene also have the name. And that name is... Ronnie Coleman."
Then he coldly looked into his eyes.
"Do you... understand?"
Elder Iron, already covered in sweat, said:
"Y-yes."
The little Sect Master, after letting go of his ear, asked:
"So, what's your name again?"
Elder Iron answered without hesitation:
"Ronnie Coleman!"
The inn fell silent.
The little monster had just changed the muscle mountain's name in one move.
Lady Butterfly felt she wasn't that unlucky. At least her name was still the same...
Little Mortal jumped down.
"Alright, let me see what this shackle is that Mr. Morleone went to that place to bring heavy materials to break it."
Elder Iron felt touched. Was the senior personally looking for materials for me?
"I was wondering what the problem was that put shackles on you. So that's why. Spiritual energy made your genes evolve to a higher level after your spirit root awakening. With the current materials in this world, you can never make a training device to apply enough pressure on your body."
He then shook his head in disappointment and continued:
"Look at you—just raw, amateur muscles. No definition, no maturity. But I don't blame you. You didn't have the right tools."
The people around looked at this muscular man and didn't understand how his body, full of muscle, could be compared to the "amateur" bodies they had in mind.
If he had no definition or maturity, then what category were their bodies in?
After inspection, Little Mortal took out a paper and pen and began drawing something.
Then he folded the paper, gave it to Elder Iron, and took out his Guardian Token, speaking into it:
"This is the Sect Master speaking. Mr. Infamous Blacksmith, do you hear me? Over."
...
Deep inside the Forbidden Jungle, a token jumped out of the Infamous Blacksmith's storage ring.
He looked awkwardly at the token that had come out without his permission and replied:
"I can hear you, Sect Master. How can I help you? Over."
The Scholar had already told them about his way of communication—say the answer and add "over" at the end.
From the other side, the child's voice sounded again:
"Mr. Blacksmith, please gather everyone in the middle of the Restricted Area. I will throw something. You should catch it, but as soon as it enters the Restricted Area, attack it to slow it down before catching it, or it will destroy your location. Over."
The Blacksmith's eyes widened in shock, and he ran outside.
The rest of them, who had already heard the message, were already waiting.
After the little monster left, they all agreed to notify each other if they received contact from their boss.
All of them, without exception, had a round object stuck inside their cheeks—the same candy as the one in Lady Butterfly's mouth.
At this moment, hearing the Sect Master's order, they all felt something bad was coming their way.
So they geared up as if ready to face a great enemy.
...
Inside the inn, Little Mortal picked up the round, silver-colored sphere and walked out.
Then he looked at his token, and something like a radar appeared.
There were dots in different places on it.
Far away at the top, in the direction of the Forbidden Jungle, there were two separate dots and a group of seven dots close together.
Little Mortal muttered to himself:
"The two separate ones are Madam Turtle and Mr. Tiger. So the group of seven is naturally them."
Then he turned to the confused Elder Iron and said:
"Ronnie, come here. I'm sending you somewhere to make what you need. Remember, tell the Blacksmith to make the plates as thin and as heavy as possible."
Elder Iron, clueless about what he was talking about, just agreed.
"I'll deliver your message, Sect Master."
Then Little Mortal turned to the inn and shouted:
"Punishment Stick, come out!"
The wooden stick flew out with a whoosh.
"Go with Ronnie. That Blacksmith guy can't cut this material. Help him cut it."
The wooden stick vibrated and hung itself on Elder Iron's waist.
"Ronnie, tell Mr. Blacksmith he can ask this guy to cut it, and you help move the parts around. The people there are too weak—it'll be hard for them."
Elder Iron just nodded and thought:
'Some weaklings can help me break my shackles? And what is this silver material? Why do I feel like picking it up?'
"Alright, everything is ready. Ronnie, jump up and sit tight."
Elder Iron cupped his hands at him and then jumped onto the silver sphere.
Lady Butterfly, seeing this scene, wondered:
'What did Mr. Morleone do to this muscle guy to make him trust him like this and be so obedient?'
Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd—who saw the little monster picking up that big sphere plus the muscle mountain on it with just one hand and wondered how he didn't sink into the ground—the little boy threw the silver sphere up like a ball.
Elder Iron tried to stick to it with all his might. At first, he thought the material might crack under his force if he held it too tightly, but the next moment, he realized this thing was the definition of the word "solid."
And then, Little Mortal delivered a kick to the silver ball.
There was a moment of pause when his small leg made contact—like the shot was more of a push, as if he was correcting the angle.
And then—whoosh!
The silver ball, with Elder Iron on top, was kicked out of the sect toward the Forbidden Jungle.
But to normal people, it looked like Elder Iron had been launched into the sky and disappeared.
The crowd's jaws dropped.
Some whispered in low voices:
"He just kicked that muscle mountain out of the world?"
"This little monster knows no fear. Nothing is impossible for him. Nothing can put a limit on him."
"Did I see that right? That guy was another elder?"
"Gasp! You're right! It seems he has some feud with the sect elders and likes sending them nowhere!"
"What do you mean by 'nowhere'? The first one was sent to Hell, and this one to Heaven!"
Little Mortal looked around, speechless.
He shook his head and, while mumbling, went back inside.
Only Lady Butterfly heard what he was saying, and she turned pale.
She heard him mutter:
"When I add that extra hole to your butts, you'll learn not to talk nonsense behind my back."
Back inside the inn, Little Mortal looked at his backpack and gasped in shock.
"Wait a minute... Couldn't you make the blueprint with that material?"
The backpack trembled as if saying:
'Yes, in a moment.'
Little Mortal stared blankly at it.
It was evident on his face that, at this moment, he was feeling stupid...
Rose, seeing her boss's brain short-circuiting, said:
"Sect Master, as a future Guardian, it's only right to use your team's skills for specific jobs. Won't they be discouraged if you do everything yourself?"
Little Mortal gasped!
"Assistant Rose!"
"Yes, Sect Master."
"You're... right. That was exactly what I thought!"
Then he started laughing as if he felt smart again.
"So, to celebrate me still being smart, let's add an extra hole to everyone's butt in the city!"
Rose nodded in agreement.
"Yes, let's add an extra hole to everyone's bu—... Wait, what? Sect Master, wait! Please spare our butts! We don't need an extra hole!"
Everyone in the inn turned pale when they heard this conversation, and even Rose herself panicked!
At this moment, a certain little girl—who had given everyone heart attacks with her questions at the gathering—jumped out from the shadows in the inn and ran outside while shouting:
"BREAKING NEWS! BREAKING NEWS!
A SECOND HOLE IS GOING TO BE ADDED TO OUR BUTTS!
THE SECT MASTER'S EVIL PLANS HAVE BEEN EXPOSED!
ONE SPIRIT STONE FOR THE DETAILS OF THE SECOND HOLE!
TWO SPIRIT STONES FOR THE DETAILS OF THE EVIL PLAN!
BREAKING NEWS!"
And like that, the news of the future extra hole spread through the city in no time.
Lady Butterfly, who saw the events unfold, felt tired...
She didn't understand how feeling stupid, then smart because of Rose, had led to a second hole in the butt.
And she wasn't the only one.
Nobody in the city could comprehend their new boss's line of thought.