Death... and me

In an instant, all the fighting will from the cultivators in Fausec City disappeared like smoke. Fizer's cultivation was just too high. It made Mitamo Fausec's cultivation look more like an ant in front of an elephant. They were simply in two different leagues.

"This..."

"Is that the new force Kimi talked about?"

"It has to be! Can't you see the airship that appeared in the report?"

"But what about that guy with ridiculous cultivation?"

"What? Do you want to do something? Just pray that he isn't angry that we created a country inside that Freedom Sect territory of theirs."

As the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators continued to discuss, Mitamo Fausec thought about what to do. He knew that escaping was nothing but a pipe dream. If Fizer decided to get him, no amount of speed he could muster would be enough to flee from him. 'What are they planning to do with us?'

Mitamo couldn't help but remember his time in the Sealed Regions. Every time someone surpassed the Nascent Soul Realm, a Zasfin several times stronger than the person who made the breakthrough would appear to wipe them out. Of course, that didn't mean the same thing would happen now.

Mitamo then got up, telling the others, "Enough with the discussion. Let's go out and receive them. It's not like they came here to start a massacre, after all."

Outside the main building in the city, Mitamo and his subordinates appeared as the enormous airship came down from the skies. Soon after, Rean's group descended from it to meet Mitamo's party. As for Fizer, he didn't come down. He simply stayed in the airship, drinking tea as he kept an eye on the situation in his Spiritual Sense. 'Well, if it comes to Rean, he probably can fight that Soul Transformation Realm human head-on. I wouldn't be surprised if he wins either.' Sure enough, Fizer already had a grasp of the twins' strength after he helped Roan practice so many times.

Down there, Rean approached the group with a smile, saying, "Hello. I'm Rean Larks, an elder of the Freedom Sect located on an island north of here. I heard from one of your friends, a guy called Kimi, that you decided to build a country here. He also told me that the island we live on was also considered part of our country. Is that true?"

Mitamo kept his calm as he looked at the airship in the air. He could still feel Fizer's presence, even though he didn't come down. However, he quickly put that behind as he looked at Rean, nodding as he replied, "We did create this country, yes. Though, we didn't know the territory had already been taken by your people. It's obvious to me that it would be useless to fight against you. With that being said, tell me. What do you expect from my Fausec Tribe and me? If leaving this place is what you wish, it can be arranged."

No one blamed Mitamo's passive stance. If they were in his shoes, they would be doing the same thing. Strength was king. That's how their world had worked so far.

However, Rean shook his head, saying in response, "To be honest, our sect couldn't care less whether this place becomes a country or not. All that matters to us is how you intend to treat the ex-slaves that are being sent here. As you can see, the queue of people outside the city only grows, and the same is happening everywhere on the continent. Now that we are all free from the Zasfins' influence for the next thousand years, what do you plan to do?"

Mitamo and his group were taken aback by Rean's words. They thought they came here to demand payment or force them to do something for them. They didn't expect that this incredibly powerful sect's first wish was to know how they would treat the ordinary people. "Why would you ask about that first?" Mitamo asked straight away.

"Simple." Rean smiled. "Those humans are the future of your country and the Wringan Continent, and so are their descendants. If you're not thinking of making use of them, you're not fit to be this new country's king. That wasn't why the humans outside the Sealed Regions fought so much to get rid of slavery."

Mitamo's thoughts began to run wild when he heard that. 'From what he's saying, they don't plan to intervene in the creation of our Fausec Country. If that's the case, I might obtain a huge advantage from this as my country would be the one where the so-called Freedom Sect is located. However, this sect seems to care a lot about the ordinary people, which was a very rare sight back in the Sealed Regions.'

Mitamo then looked at Rean before saying, "Although I wasn't planning to do much for them, I wasn't going to make their lives hard either. I would simply leave it for the strong to survive since that's how we did in the past. What do you expect us to do?"

Rean was satisfied with that. "That's already a good start. However, other than simply leaving them be, I would like you to create some initiatives around this new country to help those who want to enter the path of cultivation. That means making cultivation manuals available for everyone. Setting mission halls that can pay new cultivators with Spirit Stones, or maybe creating a few teaching places for the masses. Those kinds of things. If you follow this idea, my Freedom Sect won't mind giving your new country support."

"Support?" Mitamo had to admit that interested him a lot. "What kind of support exactly?"

"First, protection," Rean offered. "If you're in a complicated situation, we can help you. We have Saint and even Elemental Transformation Realm cultivators, so I guess this should be a good deterrence."

"Second, we also have many cultivation manuals that should be much better than yours. You can have them as well as long as you spread them out."

"Last but not least, financial support. One thing we don't lack is money."

Mitamo was already willing to help out with just the first condition. After all, it was already good enough that the Freedom Sect didn't use their power to deal with them. The fact that they were willing to do so much on top of that was much more than he could expect. With that, it wasn't a surprise as to what he responded. "We accept the offer."