Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 23: The Viper Blade

In the Magus world, there has never been a shortage of people who become famous overnight.

Just like among common folk, there are always those who suddenly become rich overnight.

However, most of those who gain fame quickly end up fading just as fast. They become famous one night and die by morning. Similarly, those who become wealthy overnight often find themselves at the mercy of greedy yellow wolves or cunning dogs, who bare their fangs when they are most complacent, taking everything away.

Aizen has become famous.

The name Viper Blade has spread widely among the black-clothed disciples, even reaching the ears of some disciples from the other three courtyards beyond the West Courtyard.

He had slain Gormak with a single strike and forced the Red Lady, who had come to take his life, to retreat without a fight. These two feats had become sensational topics throughout Demon Mountain City, to the point where everyone seemed to know about them.

The attention he garnered wasn’t simply because people were nosy. Instead, some sinister figures were stirring up trouble from the shadows, pushing Aizen into the limelight. Fame is dazzling, burdensome, and often dangerous.

Many in the Magus world have fallen at the hurdle of fame, burdened and harmed by it. Aizen now had a reputation, but it was built on offending many powerful people. He had crossed Leo, the Red Lady, and numerous members of the Right Faction...

Many in the Right Faction wanted to kill Aizen, either to avenge Gormak or to make a name for themselves and earn a place among the Right Faction’s higher ranks. Yet, since the incident with the Red Lady, no one had dared to challenge him openly.

Perhaps there was someone waiting for the right moment, or someone with a higher status plotting something more complicated. Either way, for now, no one stepped forward.

Six days passed like this.

During these six days, aside from occasionally meeting with Lilith, Aizen remained in seclusion within his room. He had finished an entire bottle of Soul Nurturing Pills, and the half-bottle of Body Tempering Pills he had gotten from Steward Edric had also been used up during his training.

The effects of these pills were excellent. In just six days, Aizen felt his internal energy grow significantly, an amount that would have taken over two months of normal training. Not only had his internal energy improved, but his body had also become stronger.

His previously lean physique was starting to show some definition. Thanks to the Body Tempering Pills and the meat-based diet Lilith had provided, combined with his rigorous physical training, he now had a more solid build. Though not overly muscular, his skin had become tougher, almost like cowhide, and when he flexed, his muscles tightened, making his skin seem as if it had a protective layer.

He was nearing the end of the Initial Skin Training Phase of innate sorcery body. His skin felt itchy, and his back was shedding old layers, similar to a snake shedding its skin.

The shedding was a painful process, causing itching and a stinging sensation. Anyone without strong mental fortitude would find it difficult to endure. But Aizen showed no sign of pain; he had become accustomed to it. His perseverance and willpower had been honed during six months of suffering as a lowly servant.

He was used to it.

His strength had grown rapidly, and he was about to break through from the Initial Phase of innate to the Bone Training Phase of the Mid innate sorcery Stage. This progression was understandable, given his unconventional cultivation path.

Ordinary sorcery artists typically train their bodies first, then their energy, and finally their spirit, following a gradual process. Rushing ahead would harm their health and drain their energy, shortening their lifespan.

However, members of the Demonic clan often preferred shortcuts, ignoring the traditional approach. The Clan produced many experts this way, but such individuals often disappeared as quickly as they had risen.

Aizen had also taken shortcuts. He trained his internal energy first. If not for the decent physical strength he’d built up during his six months as a servant, his strong internal energy would have harmed him. Yet, with the help of his system, he skipped the usual process of sensing energy when learning the Star-Absorbing Technique. The Great Rejuvenation Pill also laid a solid foundation for his internal strength, granting him the equivalent of ten years of internal energy and slowly improving his physique.

These factors combined allowed Aizen to gradually get back on track. His powerful internal energy continuously nourished his body, and with diligent training over the past few days, his skin had reached the final stage of toughness, and the shedding began.

A breakthrough was imminent, so Aizen decided not to stay in seclusion any longer. The skin-training process would take a month, but he couldn’t wait that long.

The recent peace made him uneasy. It wasn’t just peaceful but unnervingly quiet. A storm was brewing. He felt that someone was already sharpening their weapons, ready to strike at him. This person could be from the Red Lady’s side of the Right Faction or someone like Leo.

But regardless of who it was, the approaching danger was not to be taken lightly. Aizen was not one to sit and wait for death; he needed to take the initiative.

"You’re planning to look for the Frightening Cicada Grass?"

When Aizen found Lilith, she was surprised.

Naturally, she was shocked by Aizen’s decision.

"That kind of grass is hard to find. In the past two years, a few disciples managed to pick some, but it ended up in the hands of people like Leo and Valentino, who probably used it already," Lilith said, frowning. She disagreed with his plan.

She understood the danger Aizen faced. Though he seemed to be in the spotlight, his situation was precarious, like a bird’s nest trembling on the edge of a cliff, ready to be blown away by the wind.

"Staying in the city isn’t safe either. I prefer having control over the situation," Aizen replied with a smile. He always liked to smile, even when he was about to kill. But his seemingly gentle smile made it hard to believe he was a ruthless executioner. Yet, that was exactly what he was—a bloodthirsty Shura behind a mask of kindness.

"If you’ve made up your mind, I won’t argue. I’ll come with you," Lilith said, grabbing a few leather bags filled with sharpened willow-leaf darts, some even laced with poison.

"No, you don’t need to come with me," Aizen said, not wanting her to follow. It wasn’t just about the danger; he had other plans, involving secrets he couldn’t share.

"I can’t stop you, and you can’t stop me," Aizen said, her eyes locked on his, her smile gone, replaced by determination.

"Ha..." Aizen sighed deeply, exhaling as if to expel his frustration. He felt helpless;Lilith was stubborn.

"Fine." Seeing her unwavering resolve, Aizen had no choice but to give in. He knew that once Lilith decided to do something, she would follow through, no matter what. People like her often accomplished great things, unlike those who wavered and hesitated.

Before dusk, Aizen and Lilith left Demon Mountain City together.

Aizen carried his Blade and a jug of clear wine, while Lilith was happily munching on beggar’s chicken, her face smeared with oil.

To others, they seemed like two people going on a leisurely outing. But they both knew exactly what they were really planning to do.