Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Rage
The next day, after finishing his morning training session, Vahn made his way to the Treasure Hall. His goal was to check if there were any Heaven Grade Body Tempering Liquids available.
Sadly, the night before had not gone as he had hoped. The System had not given him anything, mostly because he could not interact with Seraphina openly with that little lass Zephya constantly present. She always found a way to wedge herself between them whenever he tried to get closer or make Seraphina open up to him more.
Although their emotional connection had risen slightly, it was still not enough to trigger a reward from the System.
Now, walking through the Outer Court toward the Treasure Hall, Vahn noticed the odd stares. People were whispering behind his back.
"Is he the one?"
"Yes, it’s him. His demoness accomplice crippled Gareth completely. His dantian was destroyed beyond repair."
"Ruthless... too ruthless."
"Hehe, what else would you expect from a demoness? She’s a merciless witch!"
"But why didn’t the authorities capture him after something like that? Why is he still running free? Since when did it become normal to keep ties with the Demonic Faction?"
"Hmph. Why else could it be? That bastard must have a solid background. That’s the only reason they haven’t touched him probably."
"True. I even heard he’s Patriarch Dimidium’s illegitimate son. That’s how he also became the Saintess’ personal servant."
"Oh damn, this is so unfair. Why should this Vile spawn get such treatment? I want to be at the Saintess’ side too."
Vahn rubbed his temples in exasperation. The rumors and wild assumptions were spreading faster than fire on dry grass. Yesterday’s incident had already made its way through the entire outer Court, twisting and warping until the whole sect seemed to see him as nothing more than a evil spawn.
Still, he let their gossip wash over him without care. He didn’t need their approval, nor their company. As long as he had the System and his wives with him, nothing else truly mattered.
Vahn entered the Treasure Hall with steady steps.
The air inside was fresh due to mixture fragrance of herbs, minerals, and spiritual energy, each item carefully sealed in jade containers or placed on crystalline shelves.
Disciples and attendants moved about, trading merit tokens or Spirit Stones for items they needed for cultivation. Some were humble, like Mortal Grade pills for body strengthening, while others glimmered faintly with the radiance of Spirit Grade treasures.
The hall was quiet until Vahn approached the counter where the in-charge, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and a faint sneer at the corner of his lips, was recording recent transactions.
"I wish to ask, is there is any Heaven Grade Body Tempering Liquid available." he asked.
"...."
For a moment, pin drop silence spread across the Treasure Hall.
The clerk blinked at him once, then twice, before throwing his head back and bursting into laughter.
"Aha... Ha ha ha! Did I hear that right?" the man’s ridiculing voice echoed, and soon disciples around the shelves turned toward them.
"Did this brat just ask about Heaven Grade Body Tempering Liquid?" one scoffed.
"Surely I misheard," another snorted. "How can an errand boy of the Saintess ask for something that even Holy Sons and Daughters rarely gets their hands on?"
The Master of Treasure Hall leaned forward and shot him a disdainful glance.
"Heaven Grade? Do you even know what you are asking for? All cultivation resources are divided into Mortal, Earth, Spirit, Saint, and Heaven. Each grade is split into Low, High, and Top. Even a single drop of Low Heaven Grade liquid is worth more than this entire hall combined. You think we just keep such a treasure lying around waiting for a boy like you to come and claim it?"
The outer court disciples laughed even more. Some even clutched their stomachs, their mocking remark sharp as blades.
"Mad. He has gone utterly mad."
"Perhaps the demoness whispered arrogance into his ears, now he thinks he can leap to Heaven with a single gulp of liquid."
"Even the Holy Sons don’t dare ask about it so casually, yet this one dares. Truly ridiculous."
The Hall Master shook his head with mock pity. "Boy, if you wish to impress your master, at least learn what can and cannot be asked. Asking for a Heaven Grade treasure in the Outer Court Treasure Hall? Hilarious. Absolutely hilarious."
The mocking voices and sneers pressed in like a storm, but Vahn’s expression didn’t change.
He remained indifferent as he replied,
"Then I will not waste time here. I will find it somewhere else."
"Yeah, yeah, go look under your Master’s skirt. Maybe you will find something else if not that," a young man mocked with a lewd grin.
The words sliced through the air like a poisoned blade.
Vahn froze. His breath hitched, then turned heavy. A dark, violent anger surged up from the depths of his chest. Someone dared to taint the name of his pure wife. Someone dared to soil her honor.
His blood roared. His vision turned red.
Without a shred of hesitation, he spun on his heel and launched himself forward like a beast breaking its cage.
"Bang!"
The impact shook the floor as Vahn tackled the youth, pinning him beneath his iron weight. His eyes were no longer calm. They burned like molten coals, and his fists became the hammers of wrath.
"Bam! Bam! Bam!"
Punches and elbows rained down in a relentless storm. The delicate, maiden-like face of the young man twisted grotesquely with every strike. In just a few blows, his nose shattered, his lips split, his teeth flew, and blood soaked his once-pristine robes.
"Ahh! Ahhh! Help! Burgg—help me!"
The young man’s screams were muffled beneath Vahn’s ferocity. He thrashed, he begged, but no mercy came.
"Hey... he is going to kill him! Help him!"
The crowd erupted, disciples rushing forward in alarm.
"Step Back!"
Yet the moment their eyes met Vahn’s face, contorted with fury, their bodies froze as though chained.
This was no jest. This was no outburst. This was rage that had been starved for years, the fury of a man who had finally found someone to protect, and now saw her honor trampled before his very eyes.
Vahn looked like a beast out of nightmare, a protector who would destroy anyone who dared insult the bond he cherished.
The disciples trembled. Fear gripped their hearts. They stepped back instead of forward, too afraid to interfere, as the sound of bone and flesh meeting fist echoed through the hall.
For many years, Vahn had longed for family, for a place to belong. Now that he had it, he would let no one defile it.
And so he struck, each blow a vow to protect Seraphina’s dignity with his very life.
The madness only ended when the Hall Master himself appeared, his pressure crashing down like a mountain.
But by then, the damage was done. The young man lay ruined, his beauty shattered, his pride annihilated.
And everyone in the Treasure Hall understood a single truth.
Vahn was not someone to provoke.