Monrar City, through history famed as a land of plenty, and within it, the most famous clan that could never be surpassed: SanJose Clan.
SanJose Clan's location was a mysterious place. Most people only knew that it was halfway up a mountain, and that the mountain where SanJose Clan was located had a place with a terrifying name, Devil's Peak.
A rock thrown from on top of the precipice at Devil's Peak would take a full count of nineteen before the echo of it hitting the bottom could be heard, thus its height could be seen, and it was also because of these nineteen seconds, even surpassing the eighteen levels of hell by one, that gave it its name.
A gray clothed youth stood at the summit of Devil's Peak, the biting cold mountain wind not able to cause his body to shiver even slightly. On the pit of his stomach a huge SanJose character could be seen; he was from SanJose Clan, and the gray clothes represented a disciple of the SanJose Outer Sect.
This year he was twenty nine, since he had entered SanJose Clan not long after being born, he was the third most senior among outer sect disciples, and as a result the outer sect disciples named him Third Young Master. Of course, in the mouths of the inner sect disciples it became SanJose Clark.
SanJose Clan was, since its foundation, divided into the two inner and outer sects. The outer sect disciples were all from external families or perhaps conferred the SanJose name, and the inner sect were all directly related to SanJose Clark members, passed down through family.
Right now, SanJose Clark wore an abundance of expressions, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, but in all cases unable to mask the excitement stemming from his heart.
For twenty nine years when grandpa elder SanJose Lan had brought him to SanJose clan as an infant, SanJose Clan had been his family, and SanJose Clans hidden Techniques had been everything to him.
Suddenly, SanJose Clark's expression abruptly changed, but then very quickly relaxed again, somewhat bitterly saying to himself:
"In the end, that which should happen will still happen."
Seventeen silhouettes, seventeen white silhouettes, leapt up from halfway up the mountain towards the mountaintop just like shooting stars, these silhouettes were masters, even the youngest was five decades old, each and every one with serious expressions, their white gowns represented the inner sect, and the golden SanJose characters on their chests were the symbols of SanJose Clan elders.
Including the Clan head Master SanJose Joe there were altogether seventeen elders, and right now there were seventeen climbing the mountain. Even a general assembly of the martial society wouldn't have been able to rouse all the SanJose Clan Elders at the same time, one must know that among the SanJose Clan elders, the oldest had already surpassed Seventy years old.
All of these SanJose Clan elders had already reached the pinnacle of cultivation, and in only a moment's work they had already reached the mountain top.
When outer sect disciples met inner sect elders they had to kneel in greeting, but right now SanJose Clark didn't move, he only calmly looked at these serious faced elders arriving in front of him. They blocked all routes of escape, and behind him was only Devil's Peak.
Laying down three Buddha Fury Lotuses, which is the strongest and the most powerful hidden weapon in the SanJose Clan.
SanJose Clark threw them a last reluctant glance, the corners of his mouth showing a gratified smile. After all, he had succeeded.
With twenty years of effort, he had at last accomplished this penultimate work of the SanJose Outer Sect, that kind of satisfactory accomplishment couldn't be described in words.
At this very moment, SanJose Clark thought to himself, everything was already unimportant. Violating the sect regulations was also fine, matters of life and death were fine.
Apparently, everything would come to an end with these three blooming Lotuses before him. Buddha Fury Lotus, this world's most potent hidden weapon was born in his hands. In his entire life, what could make the hidden weapons enthusiast SanJose Clan more excited than this?
"I know, the crime of sneaking into the inner sect and stealing secret sect cannot be forgiven, cannot be tolerated according to Clan rules. But SanJose Clark can vow to Heaven, not a bit of the stolen knowledge of the secret books will reach the outside world. I say this, not in the hopes of obtaining the elders' mercy, but only to let the elders know that SanJose Clark has never forgotten his roots. Never has in the past, and also henceforth never will."
SanJose Clark's mood was very calm at this moment; perhaps, this was the calmest moment in his life. Looking at that expansive ancient SanJose Clan compound halfway up the mountain, feeling the atmosphere of the SanJose Clan, SanJose Clark's eyes moistened. For as long as he could remember, it could even be said he was born for the sake of the SanJose Clan, but right now, he also had to leave the SanJose Clan for the sake of his lifelong pursuit.
Chapter Ends.