Re-Birth of a Genius. Creator/Destroyer

Sam arrived at the city gate in no time. He looked at something that looked like a tollbooth and walked towards it.

"Your name and purpose of your visit please?" The receptionist inside asked politely.

Sam thought for a moment and said.

"I am Sam, I am here to meet your sect leader."

The receptionist was stunned and sized up Sam before replying.

"Do you have a prior appointment, Sir?"

"No."

"Then it might be impossible for you to meet the sect leader. You have to go to the office at the city square and try to fix an appointment there. If you are lucky enough, you would be able to meet him in two to three days. If not, you will get an appointment to meet a week or a month later."

"Thanks for the information."

With that the receptionist, made a mark on something that looked like a seal and gave it to Sam.

"Enjoy your stay in the Mountain Sword City."

Sam nodded at him and walked inside. He couldn't help feel a bit pleased by the service, but he knew that feeling wouldn't last long. After all, he didn't come here to meet the sect leader for a chat over some wine. Things would get messy soon and the polite behavior of the sword sect members will become void in just an hour or so.

Sam walked around the city for a while as he observed the surroundings. There is a giant formation surrounding the city and it is extremely lethal. Not just for people who try to come in forcefully, but even for the people who are staying inside.

He could feel the energy waves caused by the effect of formation, being repelled by the token he had in his hand.

These tokens are the only way the formation wouldn't effect the people inside and if they are gone, they are going to be attacked.

Sam couldn't understand why someone will use this kind of formation. Granted that every person who tried to sneak in will be effected, but there are too many drawbacks. If someone wanted to kill someone else, all they had to do is destroy the token and the formation will take care of the rest.

In fact, he was itching to see something like that.

He went to the office at the city square and gave the details for the appointment. Once again he had answer a bunch of questions and when the final question came, the purpose of his meeting with the Sect leader, Sam only has one thing to say.

"Talk a business deal and do tell your sect leader that if he doesn't meet me fast enough, I will just barge in without any decorum."

With that, Sam raised his aura and pressured the attendant who is asking the questions to write it down.

The attendant looked at Sam in horror and he wanted to shout for help, but Sam's gaze was enough to shut his mouth completely.

"Your cultivation level, Sir?" The attendant asked the final question and Sam replied.

"Same as your sect leader."

The attendant gulped in fear and immediately filled it out before running away from the spot with that form. He didn't dare to leisure around and neither did he want to pass it off to someone else.

If Sam is really that strong which he looked the part, then a hell would await him if he didn't follow what he said.

He was dispensable. Even if he was killed, the sect leader wouldn't care, so he decided to just pass down Sam's instructions to the relevant people and take a leave for the rest of the day.

Sam waited in the office for a while, but there is no response whatsoever, even after an hour. His patience ran thin and he decided to find his own way in.

In this past hour, something else happened.

Inside the person quarters of the Sect leader, there is a room with small stage, giving it a theatrical look and on that stage, there is a blonde woman completely naked strapped to a cross. She looked young and her proportions are what many woman could only dream of. Her hair is so long that it reached her ankles.

In front of her is the attendant that took Sam's application. He is covered with many wounds as he laid down on the ground, slowly bleeding. The form Sam gave was right beside him.

The Sect leader is sitting on a chair looking at the show while a woman with black hair is holding a large flexible sword and used it to torture the young man.

She is barely scraping of the skin, enough to cause irritation.

"How dare you disturb us with something like this? If someone just says that they will barge in, will they be able to do it? Will they be able to come in and go back alive? You are so afraid of him that you dared to disturb our private time with our new toy? How dare a mere outer disciple behave like this?

It seems like this mistress has been away for too long that you guys grew a pair all of a sudden, huh."

The young man wanted to plead for mercy, but his tongue was cut off and he couldn't lift his arms up. So, all he could do is try and fail.

"Come on, speak up your bastard. Speak up."

Looking at this torture, the blond woman, that was tied up to the cross finally opened her eyes. Her eyes looked deep ice blue in color and they are so deep as if a real frozen ocean was hiding inside them.

She looked at the form, at the door and finally at the Sect leader and spoke.

"In a few minutes, you are going to die. You better leave this guy and me, or else the torture will only increase while you die. You wouldn't even be able to endure a few minutes of it."

Her voice sounded melodious and it reverberated throughout the room. The torturing young lady closed her eyes in a pleasurable tone.

"That voice. That very voice. That is the reason I captured you. But I was unable to hear it. Come on talk more. I want to see how that sounds when you moan in pleasure that was forced up on you."

The lady didn't bother with the young man anymore and walked towards the cross.

"You guys better leave. I sensed the presence that will end your lives. So, you need to leave this place within five minutes."

"Really? What would happen if I didn't do so?"

She said and started moving her finger against the Blonde's groin. But the blonde didn't even show any expression.

There was not even a sound out of her mouth much less a moan. She just looked at the entrance and said.

"The more time you spend here, the less time you have to escape.."

The sect leader had a deep frown on his face. For some reason, he had this weird feeling in his head that is telling to him listen to that girl's words and it is making him uncomfortable.

This girl is just some toy his wife has brought back home to play with, he didn't believe that a random girl on the road can have such effect on her.

So, he directly pushed all of this to her ethereal voice of hers.

But that bad feeling didn't go away that easily.

At this moment, suddenly the door was blasted open.

Sam is standing at the doorway with one his hands wrapped around the neck of a sect elder and the other hand holding another guy by his collar as he dragged both of them inside.

"Hello, I tried to make an appointment but there was reply from your side, so I just made myself comfortable, I hope you don't mind."

Sam said as he dropped the two guys and walked in. The specter followed him closely behind and started extracting the souls of the two dead elders immediately.

The sect leader stood up and took out his sword, he spread his spiritual sense to check the situation outside and was shocked to see the scene.

The whole area is surrounded by blood, but he didn't hear a single thing. There are so many bodies around and he didn't sense a hint of commotion all this while.

"It is too late. You agree to all of his terms, he would just leave you alive."

The ethereal voice came once again and this time, even Sam was shocked. His soul vibrated a bit when he heard that voice. That faint vibration is like it was being pleasured by that voice. He shook his head to get rid of these thoughts and looked at the blonde woman who was tied up like that.

The lady still had her finger where it was before and this made him frown.

He looked at the sect leader with disgust and said.

"I have a deal for you, if you agree to it, you would be able to keep your life, if not, I would have no choice."