Grandpa ghost just nodded when I explained my new plan, and began to modify a pair of amulets I found in the Oracle Mountain treasury. Cultivation concealment amulets, meant to block the Divine Sense of other cultivators. As expected, even the upgraded ones only worked up to Divine Realm, but it should be enough.

  Amelia and Xia began testing and training with the amulets under a waterfall, to perfect their flying skills, beside their regular training. We could spend 3000 days in the Tower polishing our skills, just to emerge in time for the scheduled monthly auction at the New Moon Treasure House.

  There were multiple missions involved with this new emergence. Zhang Song was to be presented as a new Tower Saint. Amelia had someone to kill, and an important auction was very likely to attract her target. Xia was to test her True Qi and impress people by acting high and mighty, and for myself I admit it was pure boredom.

  I wanted to experience a restaurant battle at least, and perhaps some face slapping at the auction house. Also needed to test my new Heaven Token, before allowing someone else to risk too much on some untested reputation.

  And I didn't forget about the poison candy either. Yes, I avoided dirtying my hands with the robber's hands last time, using my bodyguards instead, but I should test my Sword Saint skills in real combat too. And perhaps another xianxia quest will appear, now that the target of assassination had likely escaped due to my greed.

  "Uwu...I want to go out too!" Bai complained like a child, possibly quite bored with the safe space of the Tower.

  "A princess might have the knowledge you lack to deal with Nobles." Caihong added in the same tone.

  Chen Feng also raised a finger. "I have shadow skills." he argued for a get out of jail card.

  "All good points, but none of you are truly prepared. We have those training arrays for a reason." I said in a final tone.

  Ming Yue and Lin Fei glanced at each other, somewhat more confident now that they obtained the Sword Saint rank. "What about us?" Ming asked in a curious tone.

  "Your Qi signature would be known by any Oracle Elder in attendance. Xia has changed her Qi, and the rest are not former Oracle members." I explained logically.

  Ming Yue sighed and lowered her finger. "That's smart. I think your new Godhead made you smarter, husband." she spoke in a wry tone.

  "Smart and wise, that's our Tower Master. I'm going back to training." Zhang Song spoke curtly, then ran towards the Combat Array.

  "I could help discover valuable stuff among the trash." Artisan Xialong added in a hopeful voice.

  I just grinned at that. While all Artisans did have a knack for discovering treasures, my eyes were actually gained from the CYOA. "And so can I, old man. Remember who found your Ascension pill?" I countered with a smirk.

  The old man sighed and walked away, still dragging his legs a bit, since his devastating Tribulation scars didn't heal yet.

  "Young Master is more cunning than a fox, guys. He tricked me a lot, when he was only 9. I shudder to think what he can do now." Lin Fei said with a shrug, then rolled away on his wheeled throne, pushed by three Saint Realm puppets in human form.

  The said fox glared at Lin Fei for a minute, then sighed as I wrapped her soft and fluffy tails around my neck. "He tricked me too..." Meadows confirmed in a sad voice.

  Everyone else left one by one, leaving only Feng, staring at me with her purple eyes. "I have never seen a city, Master Pef..." she

  begged in a heart-breaking voice.

  Oh, that was not only true, but quite sad. We got Feng as a little girl, and kept her locked inside the Tower, like a dragon with their princess. Very well then. Her presence might trigger another quest, either an arrogant Young Master or the people after her eyes in the beginning.

  "Only if you become a Saint before we leave. And 10 kills in the Sword Array." I allowed in a warning tone.

  "Yay! Freeedom!" she yelled, running for the Combat Array at an abysmal speed, like all Xiantian cultivators.

  Grandpa sat beside me, watching the Tower members training with increased vigor. "That was a bit clever. You might become a decent leader, with time."

  "The variables are small enough for now and the environment is tightly controlled. But each new expansion will make things harder, especially after we set up in the open." I mused in a thoughtful voice.

  A few ghostly fingers tapped the wooden table. "I don't think an open sect is worth the risk, Young Master. Remember that monk..." he pointed out in a wise voice.

  I kinda agreed, but I did have my own plans too. "Kenta would make a good frontman. And Chen Feng watching from the shadows. Mister Song to act as an Envoy of the Main Tower."

  "I see. Basically a tribute of flesh, using their own gifts. Chen Feng is talented, but his loss wouldn't be a big problem. And we might find a hundred more talents among the outer disciples." Grandpa spoke in a mild voice, agreeing with small reservations.

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  "What would you change?" I asked directly. Grandpa was wiser than I.

  "Zhang Song has charisma. He would make a better frontman, and attract more recruits with his network. Kenta can act as your Envoy."

  To be fair, I recalled the friendly visit at the creepy statues' restaurant, and the ease with which Mister Song recruited a dozen people.

  All he needed was some Sword Mastery, and a bit more power.

  So I just waited for him to exit the array, and called him back. "Mister Song, I want to nominate you as an Outer Elder for my Tower." I told him directly.

  He sat down and frowned for a minute. "For more recruits?" he asked a minute later.

  "Eventually, yes. But you are well-known in New Moon City, and trusted enough to serve as a bodyguard in the Treasure House. With your new Saint Realm, and a few Mastered techniques, you could become a real teacher for the young generation. You already know the Tower's Houtian techniques, now it's time to practice the Xiantian Vajra techniques, and become a Master in them as well." I offered with a tablet containing the downgraded Vajra techniques.

  "Practically anyone else would be stronger than I, in the Tower. Except that silly Artisan." he pointed out with a sigh.

  "It's not a lifetime position, Mister Song. In a hundred years or less, the Tower will have thousands of Saints to replace you. We can train them quite fast in here, as you know." I said with a wry voice.

  "...Quite fast? That's such an understatement. Time flows 1000 times faster here." he laughed in approval.

  "That's not true. Time flows faster, only if I want it to. Anyway, in three days, I need you to be ready to start our Outer Sect. The Main Tower will remain the Inner Sect, see?" I asked with a smile.

  "Three days? Ah, you mean 3000 days. Should be enough for me to learn these techniques, and the kids to grow up. And exactly on time for the monthly auction, right?" he replied with a knowing voice.

  "The soul techniques will be necessary for the Soul Array. Demons are a bit nasty, and I can only kill 48 of the bastards even now. Should reach 60 by the time we're leaving." I explained in a friendlier voice.

  "Your understatements might become legendary, Young Master. Hah! Demons are a bit nasty..." Mister Song exclaimed as he walked away with my Vajra tablet.

  Grandpa sighed and pointed at the Soul Array. "You will be lucky to reach 32 kills, now that the Demons are also armed. But a good attempt at flexing on the little guy. He was quite impressed."

  I nodded and flew away, to land a good distance from the Tower. Then I took out another frozen Spirit Beast from my spatial ring, killed it with a quick sword, and then started grinding its soul to dust. The pain was quite familiar, since a giant Saint deer should have a similar soul with a giant Saint frog.

  Sadly, my Soul cultivation sutra had reached its limit at level 7, and I didn't have soul pills or herbs to increase it normally. Only the demonic option remained, with all the risks implied.

  While inside my inner world, I began to think of a better weapon to destroy Demons, and a certain universe filled with Chaos Demons came to mind. Now, just like my Desert Eagle not using gunpowder to shoot soul bullets, my new Soul Caliber boltgun didn't fire mini-rockets with grenade warheads, but compressed Soul essence covered in crystallized soul matter for the initial penetration and later detonation inside the demonic target.

  A few renewable soul batteries would provide the ammunition, while the boltgun could grow or retract a bayonet if the target got very close. As an imaginary weapon, the thing worked pretty well, despite the rate of fire being only semi-automatic.

  In effect, the Soul Caliber Boltgun was a new soul combat technique, which I had to test, then Master before attempting to introduce it to other Tower members. Swords, shields, or even cross-bows were much easier to learn or teach, being also regular weapons for the medieval mortals in this world, but guns or boltguns would take a bit of culture shock.

  Thus, after assembling the new gun a hundred times in my inner world, until the deer's soul got absorbed and the pain vanished, I flew back towards the Soul Array, to find Meadows bleeding beside it.

  "What happened?" I asked a bit surprised.

  "Damn Demon stabbed me. And cut me. And worse..." the fox complained in pain.

  "And the wounds remained?" I asked a bit wary.

  Meadows just sniffed and sobbed, with blood leaking from a dozen cuts. They weren't deep cuts, but it was worrisome. Maybe I should invent power armor too. But first, gun testing!

  As I entered the array, the Demon corporal shouted at me, and also threw a dart towards me. Primitive, but possibly painful if struck a dozen times. I shot my weapon, and watched in wonder as my soul bolts exploded the Demon into bloody chunks.

  Good enough. The Demons might be armed, but I had better guns now. I only had to be careful not to get hooked by polearms and longer weapons, and avoid arrows and darts and javelins and spears...at least they didn't have a kitchen sink yet.

  I reached the 32 wave quite rapidly, and had to shift tactics to run and gun, since there were too many incoming attacks to dodge them all. Not to mention, the soul shouts still had an area of effect and were almost impossible to dodge.

  Eventually, I reached the 64 wave, a bit tired and leaking from a few new holes, but otherwise able to fight. So I did.

  While shooting and dodging, I had an idea and my gun changed into a Stormbolter with two barels, doubling my firepower for a bit more soul energy. Then I made another Stormbolter, for my left hand, and began dodging while running backwards.

  This worked quite well for a while, until my heels were hooked by invisible fishing hooks and I fell, with a dozen Demons stabbing at me from all sides. All in all, only 48 kills, just like the last time. But these Demons were armed and knew to use their weapons.

  Meadows was licking her private parts as I fell outside the array, and measured me with doubt for a second.

  "Still only 48 kills. I need to build myself better armor." I explained after taking a healing pill. The holes caused by demonic weapons still remained, if less deep and dangerous than the real thing.

  "What? You killed 48? Total?" Meadows yelled in outrage.

  "Not in total. 48 in the wave 64. In total there would be..." I mused while calculating the kills in my head.

  "I hate you! Why are you so strong?" Meadows complained in a visible rage.

  "So the total is 111. I guess we can use that instead, to keep a better count." I answered with a careless voice.

  Grandpa appeared beside me and wrapped the fox with a healing array, closing her bleeding wounds in a minute. "Still not yet 128 kills, but you're getting close. Although I hoped you never realize I was talking about total kills..." he said with a sad voice.

  I thought for a minute, then nodded. In truth, it was quite absurd for a Saint to kill 100 Divine Realm enemies. I cheated a bit with my sci-fi weapons, but a well-built soul cross-bow with a repeater magazine would work pretty well too.

  "Demons love to use hooks with their weapons. Plate armor would work better against that." I said to myself, while Meadows sniffed at me.

  "Is there plate armor for a fox too?" she asked a bit confused.

  I thought for a minute, then measured her horse-sized body. Cataphracts used a type of plate armor on the horses. I could see a fox wearing that as well. "We can't armor the tails though. Might need to cut them off, and make a few scarfs instead."

  "I hate you so much..." Meadows growled in a low voice.