One of the first sects that stood proudly on the front lines of this extermination was the old but powerful {Prancing Mud-Horse Medium Sect}.
Many disciples had already arrived varying from the outer-court to even some of the most prestigious core-court. The outer-court disciples mostly were setting up simple foundations while inner disciples spent their time making powerful fortifications with their Earth-Mud Techniques in preparation for the Oni. Their sect was a powerful Medium sized sect located in the {Dong Empire} so it was easy to come up with a counter to the simple abilities that Oni had; they were just able to have powerful bodies. Compared to their campaigns against the filthy beast-kin or elves this was an easy feat.
They just set up large walls around their camps while waiting for the fools to charge at them only to be skewered by the pitfall traps below. If they tried climbing the walls their [Mud-Horse - Mud Slide] or [Mud-Horse - Mud Hoof] would easily send them back down into the spikes. While other sects may need to worry about plans to attack with their rich history in dealing with lower races they knew cornered beasts were most dangerous when you got within their range. It was safer just to patiently wait for the Oni to reach their whits and attack them!
Their {Prancing Mud-Horse Sect} wasn’t the only sect under the ‘Mud-Horse’ branch but one of many. They were descendents of the supposed first ever human sect so they could be seen as rather standard when it came to set up; they did also have a strong human supremacy dealio going for them as well. That could be said to be one of the reasons why even their largest sects didn’t tend to break into the ‘Large’ category… It would actually make them a target for the more inclusive sects.
Like many sects they were split into three courts being called the outer, inner and core courts - the stronger the disciple the closer to the core of the sect they can get. The easier way to be accepted into a new court was to accept an elder of that court as your master but this was harder said than done. Of course, if you were a disciple of the Supreme-Elder or Sect Master you were considered above even other Core-Disciples, often gaining another title. Among the people who came was the talented disciple of one of their Core-Court Elders; Lao.
His family name was Da though so many of his fellows called him senior Da which worked well since he was raised by his master and uncle. The elders thus tended to call them as little and big Da which he didn’t mind; he had grown up in the care of the sect. His parents were also talented cultivators but lost their lives while on a raid of a wandering filthy wolf-kin tribe who had moved away from their previous territory and was destroyed by an evil-sect.
Thinking back he couldn’t help but wonder if those evil-cultivators pitied the filthy beasts since they were both beings of pure evil?
Fewer people knew he actually had some memories from his previous life - it was nothing too amazing though as he was just a regular student in his previous life. He had already spent far longer in his current life than he ever had in his past. His previous life was in a far different world though. It was one where conflict was mostly digital due to countries possessing such strong weapons that an all out war could lead to the end of the world for everyone.
He didn’t particularly care for that life though; his death was simply due to being stabbed by a manic druggy on the street.
His new life was much better.
Although his parents had died and the elders were certainly busy they always made some time to let him know he was always cared for. Not only that but he was surrounded by ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ who fought beside him against their shared enemies even if they weren’t related by blood - in fact he certainly enjoyed the fact these ‘eager sisters’ weren’t related to him. He did feel a bit guilty for some of them after the fact but he didn’t think much of it as he had little reason to support them when he only slept with them for fun. Such was basically common sense in his previous life.
Either way it was far better than his past life where his parents hardly had time for themselves yet alone him. Thinking this he calmly turned to the middle-aged man by his side; the two of them were just peaceful overlooking the preparations of the lower disciples. Something about standing above all these people filled him with immense pride.
“Master, do you have any idea when they will attack, this entire forest makes me feel like I’m slowly being suffocated…” <Lao>
“That is quite the apt description of the situation - the fauna in this place naturally absorb all the qi from the surroundings. It makes them naturally tougher but leaves none for use to use meaning we have no way to recover let alone cultivate with… As for when the Oni will fight we have little clue. Martial God Cheshire did not fight against them so neither did our sect so we know shockingly little about their strategy.
We do know they turned to a life of crime after the great wars where Cheshire as the first cultivator helped to quell the heavens themselves. Graciously gifting them to the {Heavenly Beasts} while she spent her life teaching human cultivation. The disgusting Beast-Kin took advantage of her kindness to also learn. The oni apparently helped the beast-kin do this while in return the beasts worked as their servants - making an empire of crime called the {Asura Yakuza} which later spread into many other Yakuza families. In some ways similar to what happened with our own sect I believe; there are still some rumours that the ONi are in charge though it’s unlikely.” <Elder Da>
Lao nodded absent mindedly but was secretly shocked at hearing the name ‘Yakuza’ since he remembered something about them in his previous life. A group that were often called criminals with a code that had received a lot of flattering renditions in the media such as video games and film. Hearing about them in this world certainly hit him with a wave of confusion.
He wasn’t too sure about what exactly they were other than something like Mafia for japan but it made him curious about the possibility of other reincarnators?
Perhaps some one had reincarnated in the past as one of these Oni only to lead their entire race down a dark path. Instead of trying to regain their humanity they completely abandoned it to betray their original race - leading their fellow monsters to commit atrocities against humanity as a whole. He really couldn’t help but feel disgusted at the thought of such a thing happening…
Of course, he was completely wrong as the Yakuza in this {Genesis} long existed before ‘his world’ even did.
“Did Grand Ancestor Cheshire mention anything about the Yakuza’s origins?” <Lao>
The middle-aged man just gently shook his head with a sigh.
“You overestimate our connection with the {Grand Ancestor of Immortality}; she merely gifted us our name from her as the first sect to officially pass down her life-long work. We know little about her own personal life or beliefs.” <Elder Da>
“And her lifelong work was…” <Lao>
“The path we all walk to this very day my child; Cultivation of Immortality itself was her greatest masterpiece. All cultivation originates from her even if it has degraded massively over the aeons since she departed from us. According to our records she originally produced a technique perfect for herself but then seeing her fellow men would never be able to overcome the feral beasts and their kin she blessed us with more generalised techniques. Over the years we’ve watered and rebuilt those techniques repeatedly till we have the current state of cultivation with an endless series of similar but differing techniques.” <Elder Da>
“I see… Even just receiving a name from such a mighty figure shows how great we are. It also makes more sense why we were able to split up as we did yet still managed to be as powerful as we are. Could it be that if we were to unite all the other Mud-Horse sects we could piece together her original technique?” <Lao>
“An interesting question I’ll need to think about, hm. Well you’re my disciple so will know about this in the future anyway so I’ll tell you. I don’t think it would be possible to use her technique even if we did get it. However, I did not tell you this next part.” <Elder Da>
The middle aged man winked at the young man causing him to chuckle at his antics.
“In all seriousness don’t tell anyone else about this, I have already isolated this space with my Spirit Sense so no one can hear us. Based on some old records we believe that if one could gain insight from all the techniques across all the Mud-Horse sects they may be able to revive the original [Mud-Horse Scripture]. This was the original set of techniques used by the {Earthly Mud-Horse Supreme Sect} of the era of antiquity before even the four empires fully emerged.
Of course, only Core-Elders like myself and above usually know this.” <Elder Da>
The only thing Lao could do was look at his uncle/master with a surprised expression mixed with a mouth so large it looked like he was trying to catch birds. Who wouldn’t be surprised at being told something like that? Even if he had confidence in his uncle who was a 3rd layer Spirit Elder he couldn’t help but look around to ensure none of the other disciples noticed their conversation thus hearing what his master just said. If such a technique really existed it must be at least Immortal Ranked technique collection!
Such a thing was good enough for the old monsters from the Great Sects to step off their peaks to ‘request’ their sects for their techniques politely. If it spread that such a possibility existed there was no doubt in his mind that the orthodox sects and unorthodox alike would target them all to collect their techniques in a hope to piece them together. As confident as well as proud as he may have been in his sect… He was well aware they weren’t unparalleled in many regards.
Thankfully the Grand Ancestor was human or they may even attract the pesky beasts for the technique!
“No need to be so nervous! Even if we’re keeping it secret I’m sure there have been many who thought of the possibility so one little elder talking nonsense to his disciple wouldn-” <Elder Da>
*CREA~K~!*
Half way through pacifying his disciple Elder Da stopped speaking and looked towards one of the many giant trees surrounding them; all of his previous light-heartedness vanished in an instant replaced by coldness. Lao naturally was shocked at the change so followed his master's gaze only to see… A tree?
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