Clayne sat quietly beside the window for a while before suddenly thinking of sothing.
The Silent River Hill inside the Tiny World still looked terrible.
Although most of the corpses had already disappeared after previous events, the place still looked like a battlefield that had experienced countless massacres.
The earth was stained dark red.
Broken trees remained scattered everywhere.
Pieces of shattered treasures still lay buried beneath the ground.
Several mountain slopes looked as though they had been clawed apart by giant beasts.
Even from above, the entire Silent River Hill gave off a gloomy feeling.
Looking at it for a while, Clayne scratched his head.
"It looks ugly."
After muttering those words, he imdiately stood up.
Then he grabbed several bottles of water.
Without hesitation, he opened the Tiny World.
Soon, streams of water descended from the sky.
To the cultivators below, the sight imdiately beca shocking.
Waterfalls appeared from the heavens.
Massive torrents descended from above.
The streams crashed onto the earth and imdiately began washing away countless traces of blood.
The red stained ground slowly returned to normal.
The broken hills beca cleaner.
The blood flowing through the rivers disappeared little by little.
The entire Silent River Hill looked as though a heavenly rain had descended.
Several disciples from the Silent Sword Sect imdiately beca excited.
Many hurriedly began cleaning together.
So used techniques to guide the water.
Others repaired damaged pathways.
Several disciples cleaned shattered courtyards.
Others restored gardens.
The entire sect beca lively.
anwhile, Clayne continued pouring water from above.
The streams descended endlessly.
The rivers beca clearer.
The forests beca greener.
The damaged earth slowly recovered.
The whole region seed to beco more beautiful with every passing mont.
anwhile, throughout the surrounding cultivation world, countless cultivators watched everything with burning eyes.
Because they knew sothing Clayne did not.
This water was not ordinary.
Not even remotely ordinary.
Every bottle of water that entered the Tiny World beca saturated with astonishing amounts of spiritual energy.
To them, every drop was treasure.
A treasure capable of nourishing spiritual roots.
A treasure capable of healing injuries.
A treasure capable of increasing cultivation.
A treasure capable of extending life.
The greed in their eyes beca impossible to conceal.
Many cultivators swallowed repeatedly.
So could not stop staring.
Others looked as though they wanted to rush forward imdiately.
Several elders even clenched their fists.
If not for fear of the mysterious deity, countless cultivators would have already begun slaughtering each other over a single bottle.
The spiritual energy contained within the water was simply too pure.
Too dense.
Too precious.
One Nascent Soul elder stared at a stream flowing down a hill and almost felt his heart ache.
That much treasure...
Was being used to wash blood from the ground.
Another cultivator nearly coughed blood.
The deity was using treasures that entire sects would fight wars over just to clean dirt.
anwhile, Clayne remained completely unaware.
He simply continued cleaning.
To him, it was only water.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Soon, however, he noticed movent.
Several cultivators had appeared near the edge of Silent River Hill.
Imdiately, Clayne beca curious.
"What are they doing?"
He leaned closer.
Then watched.
The cultivators looked around nervously.
So bowed toward the heavens.
Others glanced repeatedly upward.
Then slowly, they approached the flowing streams.
One old cultivator took out a jade bottle.
Very carefully.
Very respectfully.
He filled it with water.
Then another cultivator did the sa.
Then another.
Then another.
Soon dozens of cultivators began collecting water.
Not fighting.
Not arguing.
Not stealing.
Simply collecting.
Clayne watched for quite so ti.
Eventually, he beca bored.
"So they’re just taking water."
Imdiately afterward, he lost interest.
anwhile, the cultivators below felt completely different.
Many of them trembled with excitent.
Several elders treated the bottles like sacred treasures.
Others carefully sealed them away.
One Nascent Soul cultivator even looked as though he had just inherited a supre legacy.
To them, this was an unimaginable opportunity.
anwhile, Clayne simply continued cleaning.
The rivers beca cleaner.
The forests beca greener.
The mountain peaks beca more beautiful.
Soon, several spirit beasts began appearing once more.
Small deer erged from forests.
Birds returned to the skies.
Several rabbits could be seen cautiously approaching the streams.
Life slowly returned to Silent River Hill.
Everything looked peaceful.
Then suddenly...
The atmosphere changed.
Two powerful figures appeared.
The mont they erged, countless cultivators imdiately stepped back.
Respect filled their eyes.
Fear filled their faces.
Because these two were Soul Transformation cultivators.
One wore white robes decorated with sword patterns.
The other wore dark robes covered in ancient corpse markings.
The representatives of Heaven Cleaving Sect and Nether Corpse Sect had arrived personally.
The mont they appeared, they imdiately bowed toward the heavens.
Their voices echoed throughout Silent River Hill.
"Greetings, Deity of Silent River Hill."
The entire region beca silent.
Countless cultivators watched nervously.
anwhile, Clayne tilted his head.
The two elders continued speaking.
They praised his greatness.
They praised his power.
They praised his mysterious existence.
They spoke about legends.
They spoke about miracles.
They spoke about how they had finally confird the existence of a true deity.
The white-robed elder spoke respectfully.
"Senior’s divine might has shaken the cultivation world."
"The appearance of Senior has rewritten countless histories."
"The younger generation has been fortunate enough to witness a true god."
The dark-robed elder nodded repeatedly.
"The cultivation world has existed for countless years."
"Yet never have we witnessed such power."
"Senior’s existence has opened our eyes."
anwhile, Clayne listened for a while.
Then imdiately beca suspicious.
Nobody beca this polite without wanting sothing.
Sure enough...
The conversation soon changed.
The white-robed elder coughed lightly.
Then spoke.
"However..."
"Our disciples suffered greatly."
The dark-robed elder also sighed.
"The younger generation was ignorant."
"They offended Senior."
"They deserved punishnt."
"But countless disciples died."
"Many elders died."
"Several important mbers of our sects perished."
The two elders began explaining.
One after another.
Again and again.
Again and again.
The topic always returned to the sa thing.
Their disciples had died.
Their people had suffered.
Their losses were trendous.
anwhile, Clayne finally understood.
"Oh."
"So you’re talking about those idiots."
The two elders imdiately nodded.
Then Clayne casually replied.
"That was their fault."
The two elders imdiately froze.
"They wanted my treasures."
"They attacked first."
"They challenged first."
"They annoyed first."
"So I killed them."
The two Soul Transformation elders imdiately beca speechless.
Because they could not refute anything.
After all...
It was true.
Their disciples had indeed acted first.
anwhile, Clayne scratched his head.
Then casually pointed toward the streams.
"If you want compensation."
"Take water."
"As much as you can carry."
The entire region froze.
Then exploded into chaos.
Not physical chaos.
ntal chaos.
The two Soul Transformation elders nearly forgot how to breathe.
The surrounding cultivators almost fainted.
Compensation?
The deity was giving compensation?
And the compensation was spiritual water?
The two elders imdiately bowed deeply.
Their expressions beca filled with gratitude.
The white-robed elder spoke emotionally.
"Thank you, Senior."
"This junior shall never forget this kindness."
The dark-robed elder also bowed.
"Senior possesses a heart broader than the heavens."
"Junior is ashad."
anwhile, Clayne rely waved his hand.
He genuinely did not care.
It was just water.
Yet the two elders beca increasingly respectful.
They thanked him repeatedly.
Again and again.
Again and again.
Until suddenly...
The dark-robed elder’s eyes flashed.
A strange thought appeared.
Then he smiled.
"Senior."
"May this junior ask another favor?"
Clayne imdiately narrowed his eyes.
The elder continued.
"Our disciples were truly precious."
"Many possessed heaven-defying talents."
"Several were future pillars of our sect."
"So carried extraordinary bloodlines."
"They were extrely valuable."
The more he spoke...
The more Clayne frowned.
The elder continued speaking.
"Therefore..."
"Perhaps Senior could offer slightly more compensation."
"Perhaps so treasures."
"Perhaps a few heavenly fruits."
"Perhaps one or two divine items."
"After all, our losses were substantial."
The surrounding cultivators imdiately beca stunned.
The white-robed elder stared at him in disbelief.
Even several Nether Corpse Sect elders looked horrified.
Was this fool insane?
The deity had already given compensation.
Yet he wanted more?
anwhile...
Clayne slowly lowered his head.
His eyes twitched.
Then twitched again.
The atmosphere imdiately beca dangerous.
Very dangerous.
The cultivators nearby felt cold sweat forming.
The white-robed elder hurriedly stepped backward.
Several Nascent Soul cultivators retreated imdiately.
Because they recognized that expression.
The expression the deity made before sobody died.
anwhile, the dark-robed elder continued speaking.
Completely unaware.
Completely oblivious.
Completely greedy.
Then...
Clayne’s eyes slowly filled with irritation.
How dare this guy ask for more.
How dare this guy try exploiting him.
The next mont...
Clayne raised his hand.
And treated the Soul Transformation elder exactly like a mosquito.
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