Apotheosis

Zen was stunned when he heard the young woman in white call herself a maid. "Maids?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yes. You can call me Trish."

"I'm Carrie," the other woman in white said, introducing herself.

Zen shook his head. "Why you two are maids."

"This place has been given to you by the sword sect. Everything in it belongs to you, including us," said Trish.

"Are the other disciples of the Flow Sword Sect also treated like this?" Zen asked, persistent in his questions.

"Yes," Trish replied firmly, nodding her head.

Zen hadn't met any other disciples on his way to the Flow Sword Sect. He had only met several women dressed in white, like Trish and Carrie.

He had been a little curious at the time, but it was only now that he realized that all of them were maids of the disciples of the Flow Sword Sect.

"Can I just live here without a maid?" Zen asked.

Since the Flow Sword Sect had given him such a large courtyard, Zen could even invite Letitia and the others to stay with him. He didn't need anyone taking care of him.

Trish was disappointed. "We are responsible for conveying the news of the sword sect and need to deal with a lot of things for you. I'm afraid you'll find it difficult to adapt to this place without us."

"Moreover, it's our duty to serve you. If you don't need us, we will be asked to leave the mountain," Carrie added.

The disappointment on both their faces roused sympathy in Zen.

He had just entered this place, which was why he hadn't been able to adapt to it yet. And as Trish had said, there must be a reason why everyone had maids to take care of them.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. And it would be rude to drive them away.

"If that's the case, you can all stay here. But you don't need to serve me when I take a bath," Zen said, shaking his head.

Trish and Carrie looked at each other, nodding happily.

Zen took the white clothes and shoes and went to the room in the courtyard.

Once Zen had left, Carrie whispered to Trish, "Trish, Mr. Luo's cultivation base seems to be low. I've noticed that the warriors that the other maids serve seem to be stronger than him."

Trish shook her head and replied, "The Flow Sword Sect only cares about and appreciates his potential, but not his strength. Have you heard about Milo? His cultivation base was also at just the first stage of

On his way back, he could hear the women laughing and whispering in the other courtyards. He knew what had happened without even looking inside.

'Oh my God! What the hell is this place?'

Zen found this place to be even more mysterious and dangerous than all the places he had explored so far.

His lips curled up in a curious yet wary smile as he made his way back alone.

He wasn't someone who could waste time while leading an idle life. He had even begun to miss his days in the Dragon City.

No one was paying much attention to him. So he found a quiet corner in his own courtyard, set up a restriction array, and started to cultivate the Sword Texture Technique.

He cultivated this way for half a month. Once he finished cultivating, he handed a space ring to Trish and asked her to give it to Monica, who was in the Dragon City.

Within the ring sat the Sword-reading Liquid. Before going up the mountain, Zen had agreed that Monica could get 30% of the profit once the Sword-reading Liquid was sold, and he would take the rest of it. He would replenish the Sword-reading Liquid once every month.

Trish was capable, and it only took her one day to take the ring back.

Zen counted and found that there were nearly twenty million divine crystals in it.

"Mr. Luo, what is in this space ring? It looks mysterious," Trish asked.

"Nothing extraordinary," Zen said, shrugging his shoulders. He wasn't going to tell anyone about the Sword-reading Liquid.

He was about to put away his space ring when a resounding bell chime sounded from the distance.