Battle and Sex Is All A Primordial Fiend Needs



Aimy was confused about what to do.

Initially, when Seth had collapsed to the ground, she had nearly screamed thinking he was dead, but immediately she ran her soulsense through him, a bit of relief hit her panicked heart, yet it was only a bit of relief.

Though she could see that Seth's heart was beating, its beat was so weak that one could say that at the moment Seth was dying.

The once vibrant and tyrannical qi which she had always felt from Seth was no more, his qi crawling and weirdly cloaking within him.

"What do I do" Aimy wondered.

Her desire to help Seth and his words to her just before they departed Egaroth caused a conflict in Aimee's mind, making her forehead furrow, and then seconds later the chivar female made her decision.

Eyes narrowed and arms tense, Aimy began moving towards Seth, wondering how to help him, the thought of feeding him her blood being the one option she could think of.

Were it any other person, Aimy would given up, but she had seen Seth recover from being almost burnt to ash, and though the ripping out of the right side of his body was a far worse injury, the fact that Seth's heart still beat and his qi still displayed activity gave Aimy hope.

Aimy had just gone a few steps towards Seth when a pair of eyes moved to her and she felt a pressure descend on her, threatening to freeze her in place.

Without the least bit of fear, and with irritation on her face, Aimy lifted her head and stared at the annoyance looking at her, her eyes coming in contact with Rias.

The last time Aimy had been to this church, just looking at Rias had sent her instinct tingling, wanting at her to bow her head, but now as she watched the woman, she felt annoyed at the woman's gaze.

"Is there a problem?" Aimy asked.

At this point every cultivator's attention was fully focused on Seth's torn-out flesh, staring at it with immersed concentration, not noticing that someone had actually questioned Rias, a scene they had never seen before considering none were present when Seth went about attacking her.

Roushi himself was also staring at Seth's ripped albeit with less intensity, and unlike the others, he hadn't lost sense of his surroundings and so calmly turned to look at the gutsy woman when he heard someone challenge Rias.

His eyebrows raised, Roushi looked at Aimy, his eyes narrowing as he inspected her.

"Rias are you bullying someone again."

"No, it's just suspicious that she isn't interested in also seeking comprehension like the others, she is a cultivator after all."

Seeing Roushi and his assistant talk, Aimy turned her gaze from them and continued moving towards Seth, ignoring Rias increased pressure as she didn't consider the woman important enough at the moment.

Staring at Aimy, Roushi felt there was something different about her, feeling that even though she was a member of the Chivar race, she wasn't one at the same time.I think you should take a look at

Not putting much thought into Aimy's attitude towards Rias, Roushi was busy trying to satisfy his curiosity about Aimy when a more interesting subject arose, the man turning his head towards Seth, watching as his qi activity rapidly increased.

"You survived an encounter with King Rothrak, I can't remember anyone ever getting hit by his sword qi and surviving," Roushi said observing as the last bits of sword qi which had stayed within Seth were expelled.

If cultivators moving about Ashad were to hear that there was a piece of flesh in this church carrying true sword qi, they would all fight and rampage to find and get in here.

Even Roushi who was old and had seen a lot in his life couldn't help but stare at the sword qi, several regrets filling his mind.

At his age, he had already set and traveled far on his cultivation path, and though he could still decide to try comprehending sword qi, he was experienced enough to know the futility of such an attempt.

Unlike the elemental qi, there was nothing natural about sword qi. It was qi born from one's hard work, persistence, fruitions encounters, and most of all talent.

The chances that any of the youngsters before him would even understand 1 percent of what they were looking at if given 6 months was near zero, but Roushi saw no reason to destroy or dampen their young and burning passion.

Whether they failed or lost, this would be a valuable experience for them, and besides, there was always the chance of an unpolished diamond being among them.

Roushi's words were soft and simple, carrying no trace of his aura and qi, and so other than Aimy and Rias who were aware and alert of their surroundings, no one else picked up on it.

While Rias's eyes only narrowed on Seth's form, Aimy's eyes widened as she stared at Seth.

Embarrassingly enough, another lesser reason why Aimy hadn't followed the rest to go staring at Seth's flesh like it was gold, was because though she could feel the power entwined in it, she had no idea what the power was.

Thankfully she had heard of sword qi, a qi that back in her world was associated with legendary cutting gods.

To think that Seth had encountered such a mythical oponent, Aimy further feared for his life, but then feeling his rising aura, she breathed in relief and stood in place.

Though she wanted to move to him, for now, Aimy listened and stood in place not wanting to expose her relationship with Seth.

With their eye peeled open the three pairs of eyes watched as Seth's fingers first of all thrummed on the ground, his fingers then beginning to clench and unclench, and the 

after he put his hand to the ground and pushed himself up.

To mortals, the scene happening in the church would be one of pure horror, watching as a man who should be dead pushed himself out of a pool of blood of his own making and stood on his knees, blood running down his face, and his eyes opening.