Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children-Chapter 106 - - Factions in this world
"What? I can’t be here?" Mialthara tilted her head, giving a smirk as she looked towards the elder, who flinched, his hands clenching as he realized that things were not good.
And right now, in front of him stood one of the seven strongest Neutral cultivators on the whole continent.
Having four kingdoms on the Celestial Dragon continent, it’s natural that there would exist three factions: orthodox, unorthodox, and those who are neutral.
It is also natural that for these three categories, each one would have its ranking and unwritten ranking about the strongest in their self-categories.
A definitive strongest among all couldn’t be chosen as it’s difficult to measure one’s strength based on layers when it comes to unorthodox cultivators, given their methods are forbidden and inherently against the rules of this world—like sacrifice, forbidden rituals, etc.
This defies the overall system of layers, unlike the orthodox, where one can detect one’s overall strength and rank them accordingly from their layers.
However, within the orthodox and unorthodox, there is a clear line that they are on opposite sides.
Based on the declarations of those strong individuals themselves, they are categorized this way, with them always in battle against each other in some form or another.
Mostly, unorthodox practitioners consisted of sects or individuals following a path of unethical practices—such as demonic cultivators—while the same could be said for the orthodox faction. The existence of both groups maintained a balance of struggle.
But then there come neutral faction, who declare themselves neutral after leaving either path and aligning themselves in a category that has a very thin line between the others—those who choose peace over struggle.
This leads to an overall list of orthodox and unorthodox members who became neutral and abandoned their clear alliance with either orthodox or unorthodox, forming a list of cultivators that couldn’t be ranked.
Unlike the other two factions, the unorthodox factions fought with each other to prove their ranking, while in the orthodox factions, their overall layer ranked them.
For example, the number one in the unorthodox faction was the Heavenly Demon from the Demonic Sect, while in the orthodox faction, it was the Sword Saint from the Mount Hua Sect—both based on their own measurements of strength.
But then come the neutral ones, who do not fight with each other like the unorthodox to prove their strength, nor can their layers be taken as a clear measurement due to some of them having origins from the unorthodox side.
It is a messy faction with only seven individuals declaring themselves as members, with their strength judged verbally by them or their achievements.
Yet, even though individuals within the neutral faction often declared themselves as the strongest from time to time, those who were aware of the legends clearly knew the permanent ones who possessed enough strength to hardly be replaced.
And right now, in front of the Elder stood that same member—Blood Demoness or Crimson Moon Empress known as Mialthara Bloodmoon.
"N-no, I just..." The elder clearly seemed to halt, knowing well that this woman did not identify or declare herself openly from the unorthodox faction, which was openly hostile to the orthodox but declared from the Neural faction even though her methods of cultivation were unorthodox.
He realized that maybe they were the ones who offended her, prompting him to further add after thinking, "Lady Mialthara, I apologize for both Elders. We understand; we will wait."
’!?’
"Elder!? You—" one of the four elders, clearly seeing that the oldest one of them had stopped, was shocked as he tried to yell out, but his voice stuck as he heard the elder’s telepathic Qi voice.
// She is from the Neutral faction! Strongest original ones at that. Don’t be stupid, or everyone of us will die a futile death! //
// What!? //
It was the moment when all four elders seemed to halt in their path, their eyes clearly terrified as they looked towards that woman.
Even though they could not remember each member of the faction, they were aware of it, given this was the faction which both orthodox and unorthodox avoided, simply because dying at their hands was not going to bring any revenge.
For example, if she was from an unorthodox faction, then someone from the orthodox faction who is stronger would have come after her to take revenge for their fallen brother, proving that retaliation happens when orthodox members die at the hands of unorthodox factions or vice versa.
An unwritten rule was established between all three factions simply because if neutral ones decided to take sides with either of the other two factions, the balance of power would crumble, leading both Orthodox and Unorthodox to avoid hassle or enmity from neutral cultivators in fear that they might decide to choose the other side due to unity.
It was as simple as how two cats fight together but avoid attacking the third one sleeping nearby, given that the one who attacked the sleeping one would automatically bring two cats attacking it—a simplified way to understand the situation between factions.
So, even if the elders died today, most probably, no strong member of the Orthodox faction would try to take their revenge and kill this woman.
A futile death indeed.
"No need, I got bored; it was that boy who started it all," Mialthara said, already looking down and finding everything too boring, considering that this was already a losing battle.
She was losing interest because the slight thrill was peaked due to Aleriana’s regeneration ability, but now seeing her battered state, it was clear that it was just a one-time-use ability.
So, there was no need for her to wait here except to make these elders target Kyle Arcutus while she would most probably save him from these elders, bringing him out of this battlefield, leaving behind the princess to die while extracting information from his brain after winning his trust regarding how he was aware of her.
"What!?" One of the elders, following Mialthara’s gesture, looked down towards the forest, where he saw a young man seated while holding a woman in his arms, clearly sensing the young man was a mortal.
Not a speck of internal energy surrounded him.
Yet, they couldn’t do anything, considering they could not do anything except find a scapegoat in this situation.
"Thank you, Lady Mialthara. We understand," the elders nodded, clearly letting their anger target that young man, as they needed someone to justify their anger toward him, already following the basic principle of this world or any—use the weak ones and avoid the stronger ones, even if you are judging within the so-called orthodox (democracy or constitutional country) faction.
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"Now, go, attack him," Mialthara folded her arms, giving a cold glint that surprised the elders, clearly wanting them to harm Kyle Arcutus.
At the right time, she would save him, winning his trust and finally extracting information from his brain, considering her forbidden technique usually kills and distorts the overall information.
This is why she wanted to hear it directly from him, given that there were chances whatever he knew could become corrupted.
So the best way was to win his trust by saving his life.
"YES!" Elders, like dogs on a whistle, one after another turned their gazes downward towards the young man, clearly knowing that he was weak mortal and could not have done anything to their Exorcism sect.
Yet, not wanting to die, they chose an easier path and swiftly hurled themselves downward like meteoroids, landing with their feet towards the ground while still preserving their dignity, considering they were going to deal with a mortal now.
Killing him while appearing as images of justice would only boost their ego, which had been crushed by the arrival of Mialthara.
’Hm, how much do you know about me, kiddo—!’ Mialthara, hovering in the air with a smirk tugging at her lips, suddenly felt her eyes tremble as she visibly saw, with wide eyes, how the four elders suddenly lost their consciousness and fell like wingless birds, colliding directly on the ground around the young man.
Their bodies hit as if they were killed instantly, with her eyes clearly seeing the warmth and soul within their bodies vanish.
Those four were dead just like that, without her even seeing any movement or attack.
With her gaze still lingering there to process what happened, she heard a cold and ominous voice emanating from the young man who lifted his gaze upward, directly looking back at her with black pupils adorned with crimson and golden streaks like a demon.
In a cold and ominous tone, he declared,
"I said I’d kill them if they stepped inside. And I don’t make empty threats, Mialthara. Push me again—just once—and I’ll carve your number next."
