《Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System 》Chapter 175: Getting To The Sect Building
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We need to be more careful here if possible… There are way stronger people roaming around.
Maybe I could even handle the Rank 3, but not the rest.
Due to that, I ordered everyone to stick with me, and I also divided each of my fingers out of my body with Body Division and converted them into little slimes with very small split souls without no one noticing here, just casually.
I spread them to all the members of our group just because, as extra protection.
If anything happens, I can always track where every single individual went.
I also gave the slimes some useful skills, although they are not very strong and cannot grow any stronger.
Huh, to think that all that practice ended paying well and now I can do this stuff on the go.
Now, I haven't grown immune to soul pain, it still hurts horribly.
But as I said earlier, I just live with the pain, the little souls I cut off are very small, and wouldn't be able to sustain bigger and stronger beings, they are the size of a fingernail after all.
Due to that, they can't grow stronger and also lack a mana core to advance cultivation, so they are very limited.
My soul has grown strong enough so I can make more of these little guys, but anything too big will exhaust me, and I am already reaching my limit for these little guys, so I don't think I will divide my soul for some time now.
Now, moving on, we walked through this beautiful medieval city, as we enjoyed just the architecture.
"Is this really the same place outside? This is completely different!" said Draugann.
"Yeah, it must be because people that are important life here… Like the families of sect members," said Gaston.
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We also noticed people bringing several monsters corpses into large buildings, seemingly shops that butchered the monsters and bought the valuable pieces.
It was an interesting view and experience, we got to see a lot of stuff from here and on.
I wanted to try out some of those monsters but… I stopped myself.
Some of the most likely came from the dungeons that this sect has power over.
We glanced around the streets as we explored the area, we didn't want to go shopping yet because that would be time-consuming, we planned to go to the biggest building and see if we can talk our way into being able to enter the dungeon.
As we walked through the streets, we saw several people with blue-colored uniforms, seemingly, these were the uniforms of this sect, people had a medal, depending on the color and number of the medal, it meant they had higher cultivation, meaning that they also had a higher authority over others…
As we almost reached the building, I checked around and although we had come across some very beautiful ladies that could be cataloged as Sapphire Skin Beauties, we have not found any Jade Skin Beauties nor Arrogant Young Masters. It seems that we might be saved from the typical cliches for now.
The building we reached was the biggest, resembling a small fortress than a normal building, it was perhaps three times as big as Fuyu thought, so it was indeed enormous. There were inside a lot of people, many rooms, and probably treasuries.
We saw dozens of Sect Members getting inside and outside of this place, it was quite a sight to behold. They were bringing all sorts of monster corpses, parts, and even items.
I saw one guy bringing a giant treasure chest with him which actually had a fleshy creature inside, named a Mimic!
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So there are Mimics in this world…
"Uwah, this building is super big! Are we getting inside?" asked Benladann.
"T-There are a lot of people…" said Flayr.
"Is it gonna be okay?" asked Noirenn.
"Yeah, don't worry," I said.
"Yeah! I am here to protect you girls!" said the cute Hansel, he was trying to be a big brother for the two girls.
Although the two girls didn't seem to give him any attention… Sorry, Hansel.
"Well, let's go," I said.
I led our group as we walked upstairs until we reached the entrance, which seemed open to anyone…
So I guess we just got inside.
The interior of the place was as I expected, it resembled an enormous hall filled with people coming in and out, it was quite mesmerizing.
Is there any Sect Elder here or something?
We found that there were some assistants attending people near some wooden tables, they all were very pretty ice giant ladies, wearing beautiful and tight dresses.
We waited for our turn as we reached one of them, an Ice Giant Girl with short blue hair and angelic beauty, her eyes were big and azure-colored.
"Hello, welcome to the Sect Exchange, do you want to sell something? Oh, you're not sect members… Are you interested in joining the sect?" she asked.
"Well… We were wondering how we can access the Dungeons," I said.
"The Dungeons? Are you outsiders?" she asked.
"Well… yeah," I admitted.
"I see, I see. Well, there are two options, you can enter by becoming a sect member, which is the easiest way, or if you're from another sect that is allied with ours, you can speak with a Sect Elder and make some agreement…" she said.
So there is no easy way out…
"Alright, can we meet an Elder if it is possible?" I asked.
"Yeah, there is one free today, Elder Abrunn, he's currently upstairs…"
The girl took a strange artifact resembling a little conch, as she spoke through it.
Suddenly, the voice of an old man came from it.
"Yes?"
"Ah, esteemed Elder, it seems that someone, an outsider, seems to be interested in agreeing to utilize the dungeons… Is it possible for you to attend them?" asked the girl politely.
"Hmm, yes, yes, bring them to me," he said.
"Very well. Please, follow me."
The girl led us upstairs, into a different room, where we meet an old Ice Giant man with a long white beard… He exuded the aura of a Rank 3.
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