The Growth of a Titan
Chapter 161- It Will Be On My Terms, Not Someone Else’s

Chapter 161: Chapter 161- It Will Be On My Terms, Not Someone Else’s

Sol landed on the ground and looked at this youth.

"What’s your name?"

"Supreme Elder, my name is Heon-Tae."

Sol suddenly shook his head.

"Brother Heon-Tae, you don’t need to call me by that title, you can just call me Sol or Solovin."

Sol saw Heon-Tae hesitate before nodding slowly. He knew then that he was likely similar to Ji-Hoon, they had the teachings to respect one’s title too ingrained in their brains for them to change it.

After sighing, Sol looked at the blade wrapped in rags Heon-Tae’s was holding as he asked.

"Is that the key? What grade weapon is it?"

"It doesn’t have a grade, Supr-I mean, Brother Sol. It’s just an ordinary blade."

"An ordinary blade?"

Heon-Tae nodded and his hold on the blade tightened, but upon seeing Sol’s curious expression, he reluctantly handed the blade over to Sol.

"Oh, thanks."

Sol took the blade hoping to get a better look at it. However, a second after his hand wrapped around the handle of the blade, it started trembling.

The rags wrapped around it were shredded by a terrifying Blade Intent, revealing its slickly black sheath.

It seemed as if it was about to release a burst of Blade Intent.

’Shit, that was a bad idea.’

As Sol thought this, Heon-Tae showed a panicked expression and was about to yell at Sol to toss it away before the Blade Intent ripped his arm off.

However, before he could say anything, the blade suddenly stopped trembling and the Blade Intent around it calmed down.

The two youths paused and looked at the blade as if it was about to say jk and then continue with its outburst.

But even after a breath or two, the blade was calm in Sol’s hand.

Both Sol and Heon-Tae sighed in relief when they saw this.

Abdu on Sol’s head suddenly scolded.

"Brat, do you have any idea what you just did? You sent your Aether Energy inside the blade didn’t you?"

Heon-Tae looked at Sol in shock when he heard that; putting the fact that Abdu could talk at the back of his mind for now.

"Ah, it was my mistake, I wanted to sense the Blade Intent of an Immortal and did something stupid."

Sol scratched his cheek embarrassingly.

Abdu snorted.

"You knew I would be here to help if something happened, but know that I wouldn’t have been able to suppress this thing with my current strength if it had released that burst of Blade Intent. Luckily, your absurd talent allowed it to recognize you as its Master."

"What?! It did?! How you-you don’t even meet the requirements..."

Heon-Tae’s words trailed off as his shoulders slumped and all the hope he had in his heart evaporated. Heon-Tae suddenly cupped his fist and bowed before saying.

"Supreme Elder, congratulations on obtaining the blade’s recognition."

He then took off the storage ring that was in his hand and presented it to Sol.

"Huh? Why are you giving me this?"

"Supreme Elder, it’s the storage I obtain in the Blade Immortal’s Palace, the blade was only a part of the Inheritance. However, I-I used some of the resources inside the ring to cultivate, I hope Supreme Elder does not mind."

"What? No no no no, what are you saying?"

Sol hurriedly waved his hand.

"Brother Heon-Tae, I’m not taking the Inheritance, and didn’t the blade recognize you first? It’s yours, not mine."

Sol pushed the storage ring back to Heon-Tae and then handed over the blade as if he was holding a hot potato.

Why would Heon-Tae think he was just going to take something like this from him? And more importantly, why would he be so willing to give him it?

’It must be that Supreme Elder title.’

"Really?"

Heon-Tae looked up from the blade in his hand and his dejected expression turned to one of happiness.

Sol nodded.

"I’m not that shameless to take this from you."

Heon-Tae paused upon hearing that.

"So Supreme Elder won’t be taking the other Inheritances? We assume you would."

Sol looked at Heon-Tae with a dumbfounded expression. Abdu could be heard snickering too.

Sol quickly recovered and he shook his head before saying.

"Brother Heon-Tae, I’m tagging along with you all just because I happened to have this..."

Sol raised his hand to show the blue rune on the back of it.

"...Whatever you guys obtain in the Subsidiary Palaces is yours I have no right to take those Inheritances from you. If we succeed in obtaining Immortal Shen’s Inheritance we’ll figure out how to split it then."

Heon-Tae couldn’t stop him from smiling as he nodded.

"Okay, with that out of the way there is something important that needs to be done."

Sol looked at Heon-Tae with a serious expression.

Heon-Tae nodded and got ready to leave the palace with Sol. That’s what he thought Sol meant, but he was suddenly held back.

"Wait, that’s not what I meant. I mean you should change the way you address me Brother Heon-Tae, there’s really no need to call me Supreme Elder... that’s an order."

Sol added that last part when he saw that Heon-Tae was still hesitating.

"Okay!"

Heon-Tae suddenly said.

Sol blinked.

Heon-Tae’s demeanor and way of speaking completely change ina split second.

"You know Brother Sol, we thought you were going to boss us around and take everything for yourself, that’s why we didn’t want you to join us on this mission at first. But eldest brother was insistent and kept on saying we should respect the Sect’s customs. But I think he’s holding onto something that’s gone."

"Are you saying you don’t want to be a part of the Demonic Cult?"

"Our Sect is called the Forgotten Sect Brother Sol, only people influenced by the Six Holy Sects and Five Great Clans call us by that name."

Step

Step

Step

Hurried footsteps were suddenly heard outside the hall.

Heon-Tae’s eyes narrowed and he gripped the blade, however, Sol shook his head.

"No need Brother Heon-Tae."

Sol said, and the two boys watched as three youths from the Peng Clan came rushing into the hall.

They looked towards Sol and Heon-Tae before one of them sighed and said.

"It looked like it was really just an accident. Next time don’t leave your post so easily!"

The youth in the middle scolded the two who were once guarding the hall.

They apologized before the youth that scolded them snorted and walked out of the hall.

"What’s up with him? He’s in the same year as us but just because he’s serving the second Young Master he’s acting so arrogant."

"Just leave it, we should just focus on guarding the hall."

After closing the double doors, the two youths went back to their positions.

Outside the hall, Heon-Tae looked down at Sol’s hand and asked.

"Is that the Rune Immortal’s Legacy? To think it was able to do something like this."

So shook his head.

"It has limitations, if a Spiritual Realm cultivator was here they would be able to see through the Formation with their Soul Energy. Let’s get out of here. Brother Ji-Hoon and Brother Yoon-Jae are waiting for us."

"Brother Ji-Hoon? Is that Eldest Brother’s real name?"

Heon-Tae asked as the two made their way down the halls. Their tracks should go undetected from all the commotion happening in the palace.

Sol nodded but then frowned as he asked.

"You didn’t know that?"

"No, it’s as I said Brother Sol, that bastard was insistent on respecting the Sect’s past rules. But times have changed, even the Sect Leader has abandoned us without a word."

Heon-Tae paused, then looked at Sol.

"I-I didn’t mean it like that."

"I understand what you mean, Master always leaves without explaination. He’s doing it right now."

The two suddenly paused and leaned against the wall.

Two disciples with blades attached to their waists walked past them before they continued down the hall.

Heon-Tae looked back at them still in amazement that they were walking and talking so casually without being discovered.

"Do the others feel the same way?"

Heon-Tae faced forward before he replied.

"They do, and we’re having an ongoing argument with Eldest Brother on whether to use this Inheritance to rebuild the Forgotten Sect or form a new one."

"If you formed a new one wouldn’t that be disregarding what the Forgotten Sect went through because of the Six Holy Sects and Five great Clans? Don’t you want revenge?"

Heon-Tae brows furrowed.

"When my Mother told me about the Forgotten Sect, her voice was filled with sadness as well as hatred. Sadness and hatred she said she didn’t want to pass on to me only for them to become a burden in the future. Brother Sol, let me ask you this, is it right for the older generation to pass on their grievances to the younger generation so they can continue a cycle of hatred?"

"..."

When Heon-Tae didn’t get a response from Sol, he turned to look at him and answered his own question.

"Brother Sol, it’s wrong. Why should I feel burdened to make my Mother’s enemies my own? I don’t want to live like this forever, trapped in this fake identity. I don’t want to continue the cycle of hatred, and I want to live my own life as I see fit."

"And if the Sects and Clans don’t let you, what then?"

Heon-Tae shook his head.

"That’s not the point Brother Sol. I don’t want to take on the Forgotten Sect’s hatred of the Six Holy Sects and Five Great Clans. If I do I would have to continue this renegade life, and at the point where I am, I’m sick and tired of it. It’s a burden that’s going to drive me mad if I don’t escape it. However, it’s not like I’ll view those bastards for anything other than who they truly are, demons in human flesh. I’ll be against them at every turn. They just won’t know it and it’ll be on my terms, not someone else’s."