Divine Emperor of Death

"Such luck and destiny! If only I had a son like him..." Another middle-aged guard lamented in an annoyed tone.

"Dream on... If Young Master Jackson isn't talented, would you think that he will be able to gain Blackwell's Family approval?" The experienced guard sneered but continued, "Young Master Jackson is only about 30 years old but he tri-cultivates, giving him an advantage over cultivators who have the same cultivation base as him."

"Tri-cultivates? F**k!"

"Shh... Lower your voice... Someone might snitch us!" The young guard trembled as he looked left and right.

"I know newbie... It's just that, I'm also 30 years old but I'm not even worthy to clean his shoes..."

"We're doomed to be lowly all our life, might as well as make full use of ourselves by trying to curry favour with the people of high status, rather than offending them." The experienced guard said in a light voice as if he understood how the world operated.

"Sigh, you're right..."

Davis smiled, "Since that Jackson is from the capital, his family must be at least a Mid or High-Level Earth Grade Family but he has a backing that is of higher grade... What should I do?"

He wasn't worried about his life but rather the trouble that will ensue after offending Young Master Jackson.

He contemplated for a second before rolling his eyes, "I'm going to do this in disguise... What's the use of even worrying since it won't even affect me?"

...

Another half a day passed.

Tian Long patiently waited as he looked for the right time.

He was gonna wreck the sh*t out of this Jackson one way or another, so he didn't mind waiting for this poor soul.

At the very least, it saved him the trouble of going to another town or city.

A few minutes later, a smile crept upon his face as he opened his eyes, "He arrived..."

Near the North Gate of the Elmer Town, a convoy could be seen approaching.

The convoy consisted of carriages bounded to magical beasts which looked like a mix of a horse and a buffalo.

Its muscles were bulging, its eyes red as smoke came out of its nose.

"Haa!" The drivers whipped the Magical Beast, making it stop as its eyes turned blue all of a sudden.

"This is the convoy of the Lars Family, let us pass through!"

But before the driver could even finish his words, the wooden gates which could withstand attacks from Second Stage Experts, opened.

Seeing that the gates were opening, the driver's face automatically turned into a smile as a proud grin was revealed before the guards.

"Haa!" He whipped the magical beasts causing them to roar out and rush forward.

Bang!

Suddenly, a crate fell on the roadway, dropping different types of equipment and weapons, causing the driver to hurriedly stop the convoy, "What the hell?"

"Forgive us! We'll immediately move this away!" A young guard approached.

"Hurry up! We haven't got all day long!" The driver shouted angrily though a slight amount of worry was visible on his face as he took a glance back.

Ten seconds passed...

"What's taking you so long?" The driver shouted.

"Please wait for a few seconds!" The young guard was having trouble collecting and accidentally dropped the equipment.

Twenty seconds passed...

"You're still not done!?"

By this time, other guards were also helping him collect the boxes of equipment as he explained.

Thirty seconds passed...

"Move the crate away! Fast!" The driver was losing patience as well as extremely nervous.

Just when the guards finished piling up all the equipment into the crate, a door opened from the carriage.

A blue-robed young man stepped out of the carriage. He looked quite hot, and handsome with his facial features, combining with his temperament, he looked suave.

He had lush black hair that was tied up in a ponytail which reached till his waists.

The driver looked behind as his back began to get drenched with sweat in fear of being a disservice to his young master. More than that, there was the fear of losing his position as the young master's loyal servant.

"Hmm? Marc, what's taking so long?" The blue-robed young man questioned with a calm gaze.

"Young Master! Forgive this lowly servant for making you wait. It's just that there's a blockade that's being cleared out in front of us. We should be able to leave in a few minutes." The driver trembled and explained even though he knew that the young master knew what was going on outside by using Soul Sense.

Whoosh!

The driver's eyes wide opened as a silhouette flew past him with blinding speed.

"Die!" A shout echoed out causing the surrounding people to freeze momentarily from the shock.

The blue-robed young man panicked as he looked at the incoming silhouette.

"Stop!" Shouted the guards and the people from the convoy but it was already too late.

A severed head flew out causing blood to splash all over the carriage while a wave of shockwave spread over the surroundings.

"Young Master Jackson!!" The people from the convoy shouted in shock before they all relaxed and got closer to him.

"Seriously? Dropping an obstacle to stop me from moving forward? Even if this is an assassination, it's quite lame..." Jackson said as he sneered.

The head dropped to the ground with a bloody 'thud' sound causing the onlookers to wince.

"Be on the lookout!" Jackson shouted to the convoy and turned to the direction of the garrison.

"Surprisingly, Elmer Town has assassins trying to assassinate me?" He questioned in a calm tone.

"We don't dare! Young Master!"

"Please spare us!"

"That assassin just joined us as a guard a few days ago!"

Shouts came out from the garrison that piqued his interest. He then commanded in a fierce tone, "Marc, go and investigate."

"Call the Town Lord!" Marc shouted as he went forward to investigate.

'Weird... Who was it? It looked like instead of assassinating me, they were probing or provoking me? Who can it be?...' Jackson contemplated as he spread out his soul sense, looking for the mastermind, and even accomplices.