Evil Samurai In Cultivation World

"Why do I feel like that was the real reason for your request?" The Headmaster let out a soft chuckle and Claude shrugged his shoulders in response, answering the Headmaster's question with an indifferent voice. "I just don't wish to be dragged down by a position. I prefer to have control over my actions."

"I can see that," The Headmaster nodded his head with a smile as he spoke. "Very well. I shall grant your request. But I need you to give it your all and not simply half-a*s it."

"I'll try my best," Claude nodded his head, and the Headmaster leaned back and turned around to gaze at the surroundings as he grabbed his teacup, waving his hands towards Claude, motioning him to leave.

Claude bowed his head and immediately left the residence, leaving the Headmaster alone.

After taking another sip of his tea, the Headmaster let out a soft whisper, "You can appear now, Elder Kenneth. The young disciple is gone."

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong gust of wind blew strongly, causing the Headmaster to guard his teacup in order to block any dust particles from entering inside of it. 

BAM!

All of a sudden, the figure of Elder Kenneth appeared in front of the Headmaster, and the strong gust of wind immediately subsided. 

The Headmaster smiled faintly. "Well now, wasn't that a good entrance... What took you so long to return, if I may ask?"

Elder Kenneth immediately bowed his head in front of the Headmaster and replied, "Forgive me for being late, master. I was in the middle of taking the unconscious Ian and his friends to a medicinal doctor."

"Oh? Well now, isn't that a surprise?"

The Headmaster tilted his head when he heard what happened. "I thought you didn't like the young man. What changed your mind?"

Elder Kenneth shook his head and responded to the Headmaster's words. "Nothing changed my mind, master. I still do not like the kid, nor his minions. He's an incredibly spoiled brat who's too far up his a*s to see his faults and takes his anger out on others. However, as Headmaster said, he is still a young man who is a disciple under your faction, and there is still time for him to recognize the error in his ways. Perhaps, I've been too harsh on him, as he is still young."

"Well then, great!" The Headmaster nodded his head, satisfied with his answer. He then leaned forward and stared out into the inner disciple division, and asked the Elder, "Elder Kenneth, may I ask what your thoughts on my new disciple named Claude Rayforth are?"

"Claude Rayforth, master?" Elder Kenneth glanced at the Inner Disciple Division, staring at the leaving Claude's back for a brief second before answering the Headmaster's question. "Perhaps a genius who was a bit too late in understanding his talent? His speed of improving upon his ranks is definitely monstrous. However, had he been cultivating with the same speed from the get go, he would've been at a higher rank than he is right now. Perhaps, even a realm higher. Nevertheless, he is still a monster cultivator."

The Headmaster smiled gently and said, "I wasn't asking what you thought about his cultivation skills and techniques, Elder Kenneth. I already have done my redeaton this young man, and I'm sure we can all agree that he's a late genius when it comes to cultivation. However, I was asking what you thought about Claude Rayforth as a person and as a disciple."

Elder Kenneth revealed a doubtful look as he asked, "Are you asking me if you should trust him, Headmaster?"

The Headmaster placed his teacup on the table and shifted his gaze towards the Elder as he responded. "Do you think he can be trusted, Elder Kenneth?"

Elder Kenneth thought for a while before he replied, "Rational, calm and good at studying the opponent and to understand his movements. He moves like an experienced veteran. If given enough time, he'll definitely be able to grow into someone powerful. However, he is also the person who willingly chose to betray his master without even blinking, just to save himself. He's not the type of person to make sacrifices, and he's definitely not someone I'd trust. Is that a good enough answer, master?"

The Headmaster nodded his head and smiled faintly. "Oh, your answer is perfect, Elder Kenneth. And don't worry; I also do not trust him."

"It's such a shame," The Headmaster could not help but sigh as he looked at the Inner Disciple Division. "Claude might have the potential to be one of the greatest cultivators the martial world has ever seen, and yet we're not able to completely place our trust on him. Although, we can't afford to become his enemies as well. What an extremely complicated situation that we've caught up in..."

Elder Kenneth asked, "What do you propose we do, Headmaster?"

The Headmaster whispered softly, "For now, simply be wary of him. Of course, he's still a part of our faction, and we must treat him as a member, but keep an eye on him at all times."

He then took another sip of his tea and muttered to himself, "Once a rat, always a rat."

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Soderberg city.

Inside the sewers underneath the Azure Lion Clan Mansion, stood two men who were standing in front of a large hole, arguing about something.

"Are you seriously telling me that you're too fat to enter the hole?" The slim and tiny man with the twirling moustache, Gaston, clenched his fists tightly as he spoke.

"Sorry Gaston..." The other man, a giant with a long beard who was of course, Barris, shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head in response to Gaston's outburst, afraid of his anger. "I'm too fat.."

"God f*cking damn it! You've got to be kidding me.." Gaston, who had raised his hand to strike Barris, lowered his hand in the end, and clutched his face as he gritted his teeth. "Are you telling me that I'm going to have to enter the sh*thole myself? Me? Seriously?"

BAM!

Frustrated by the situation that they were in, Gaston kicked the walls of the sewers, which emitted a loud noise that echoed throughout the sewer.

"Gaston, you shouldn't make noise.." Barris softly whispered, but he immediately shut his mouth when he received the angry gaze of Gaston, who was glaring at him. "Shut up you dumb b*tch! I know what I'm supposed to do and not do, alright? You don't have to teach me, do you understand, you dumba*s?"

He then looked at the large hole in front of him and reluctantly began slowly moving towards it, covering his nose as he held his breath.

'If only I was good looking,' Gaston lamented about his misfortune. 'Perhaps then I could've just seduced that b*tch instead of going through this sh*thole.'

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Sevinna City, 100 miles south of Sherfield City.

A man wearing luxurious clothes was sitting inside an almost empty restaurant. He was sitting in a corner, and would often glance back and forth, as if he was waiting for someone to arrive. From his facial expression, one could easily deduce that he was anxious.

"Wow, I actually cannot believe what I'm seeing.." All of a sudden, a voice entered the man's ears and he immediately turned around to see a handsome man with an aura that was as ferocious as a tiger standing in front of the entrance, staring at him with a deep gaze. "The great Endre, who is known for being extremely confident, is anxious about something? I must say, although I'm deeply intrigued by your sudden change in behaviour, I have to ask; what the hell happened? And where is the material that you said you would bring with you?"

He sat in the seat in front of the man wearing the luxurious clothes, Endre, and stared at him with a cold and indifferent gaze, which sent chills running down Endre's spine. 

"I-I… I'm afraid there's been a complication," Anxious and afraid, Endre answered with a fearful look on his face, and the man in front of him looked at him with a displeased expression. "That's not what my superior what's to hear, Endre. You know that."

"I-I know, I know… It's just that, it's just someone else interfered with our plans. Someone from the outside," Afraid of the man's words, Endre tried his best to smile and give excuses. "But I promise that I'll resolve everything in just two weeks. You need to trust me. I can fix this."

The man didn't reply, and desperate, Endre turned to his side, grabbed a bunch of documents and files that he had kept next to him and placed it on top of the table that was in between the two of them. "See! I still have all the information that I collected about the experiments run by the Azure Lion Clan. The White Dragon's teeth was just a mistake; a miscalculation on my part. I promise that I'll make up for it. My men are already tracking the person who stole it down as we speak."

ZAP!

At that moment, Endre suddenly froze. His eyes trembled, looking at the figure in front of him, who simply sighed in response. "It's such a shame. I thought you'd be different from the rest. Oh well.."

Slash!

A slicing sound resonated out as Endre's head was separated from his body, the terror he felt still evident in his eyes.

"I guess that's why you don't trust trash to do your job for you!"