Chapter 1268: Carrier

While Sam went as far as gaining the information on cultivation techniques and battle experience, Sivan is currently feeling extremely frustrated as he couldn’t even get a scratch on Sam’s soul.

The Ghost chimera is looking at him like he was a little kid who strayed into a jungle and ended up being prey to the king of it.

He couldn’t even take a closer look at Sam’s soul because of this chimera. He has been cultivating his soul because of this difference, but until now, there is barely anything he could do. The most he was able to do is exchange a couple of mental blows with the chimera and then had to back down.

When he looked at the face of Sam’s soul which is currently covered with the chimera, he could only imagine a smug smile pasted on it.

He frustratingly came out of the sea of consciousness and looked at Butler Si, who is standing in front of him.

"I want to use the dark elemental energy and cultivate a soul strengthening technique. Go and check the library for a suitable one."

Butler Si frowned.

"Young Master, it is not a good idea." He looked at Sivan’s blood-red eyes and the jet black hair that had a faint red blood hue, he couldn’t help but object to his ideas. His vampire bloodline is on a complete raise since he started consuming the blood of the beasts.

He had to take at least four meals a day to even control that urge. Butler Si already warned the young master about this situation, but the young master didn’t bother to listen to him.

Now if he cultivated some soul strengthening technique with dark elemental energy, he would be even more out of control.

It would only fuel the instincts of the vampire bloodline and make him more violent. He is already hard to control and the other young masters who are trying to pick a bone with him will be the ones to pay the price for it.

But when he looked at the stubborn look of the young master, he knew that it is inevitable. He is cursed with obedience towards his master, he has little strength to resist against him.

He sighed in exhaustion and went to the library to check for the techniques.

Meanwhile, at the desolate.

Philip is currently supervising a large-scale construction project.

It is as big as a large ship. Many artisans are working on it with various equipment and many inscription masters are simultaneously drawing the inscriptions. Philip held a blueprint in his hands as he looked at the whole project.

Sirona walked towards him from the side as she took a peek at the construction project.

"When did even design this? I never saw something like this in the projects we worked on together and never saw anything related to this in the library."

"Did you guys work together a lot?" Philip asked instead of answering the question.

"Not really, but every time he came back, he would come looking for me to get a second opinion on every major project. I helped him in the puppet meridian network, Cultivation chambers, and many other projects.

I am surprised that he didn’t come to me with such a large project and some of the parts of the design are missing some of his usual flares. They appear a bit..."

"Raw." Philip finished her sentence and Sirona nodded.

"Yes, they appeared too raw. The usual finesse and elegance he usually adds to his projects are not present."

"Well, he didn’t actually design the project on paper, it appeared straight out of his head. Most of the design was actually done in his head and he sent it directly into my head."

He stopped the cultivation and decided to go for the next organization that helps Sivan’s growth.

And for this organization, Sam is sure that he doesn’t need to hold back at all.

He would never in a million years partner with these guys. The atrocities they commit are completely beyond Sam’s bottom line.

He decided to take all of his recent frustrations with this body on them.

But this organization is a bit branched out and no one knows the supposed headquarters of it. But from what Sivan knew, Sam learned that there is no such thing as headquarters for this organization. It is constantly moving and all the core members are in constant motion as they fulfill their duties.

They gather in a commonplace now and then to discuss important matters and that place is not even known to Sivan.

But Sam didn’t care. He would destroy all the places of this organization spread across three realms and he went on that journey.

The first place he arrived at is actually a large bar. He directly barged into the largest private room of the bar and tapped the staff on the floor.

*Crash*

A secret door was crashed open under the stone slab and the stairs were revealed.

The waiter was stunned and he immediately ran out to call for their boss.

But by the time they returned, he was already inside and they started hearing some explosion sounds from under it.

Sam went through the stairs and reached a large underground room. Where some people are drinking and gambling. In the corner of the room, there are a bunch of little girls huddled together as a guy inspected their looks one by one.

Sam aimed the three protrusions at the handle at the gambling table and only by then did they notice Sam’s presence. They are not even alarmed by the forcefully reveal of the door and Sam’s entry.

"Who the fuck are you?"

One of the gamblers asked, but he was only replied with three energy bullets.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

Three explosions.

The person who asked the question took one bullet all by himself as he was turned into meat paste. The second one landed in the middle of the table and all the gamblers were blown away and in the process, the third one hit two guys, who died with half of their bodies gone.

Sam didn’t even bother to wait for them to come back to their senses.

The energy bullets were launched without and propriety and the dozen or so gamblers died along with the guy who is inspecting those little girls.

Meanwhile, the bar manager came in with a few people and some more people came from the adjacent room and attacked him from the rear.

Sam activated the barrier and turned around slowly.

He looked eerie with all the blood and gore behind him and the black mask and the cloak didn’t help. The staff is an added bonus to that creepiness.

Sam started shooting the bullets once again.