Chapter 348: Underwear Reputation Disaster
Kaiven and his elderly protector flew through the air for several kilometers before finally crashing near the outskirts of the nearest cultivation town.
Several pedestrians immediately stopped, wanting to see what the hell had just crashed nearby.
A merchant cautiously approached the crater before his expression turned strange.
Inside were two unconscious men.
More importantly, both had been stripped down to nothing but their underwear.
Within moments, a crowd had gathered, and it didn’t take long before someone recognized the two unconscious figures. "Wait... isn’t that Young Master Kaiven Morath?"
Someone nearby gasped. "It really is!"
Another cultivator pointed toward the older man lying beside him. "And that’s Elder Morath! He’s a Nascent Soul cultivator!"
The street immediately became noisy.
Nobody could understand how a Peak Golden Core genius and his Nascent Soul protector had ended up unconscious, half-naked, and dumped at the edge of town.
Naturally, people started connecting it to the newest rumor in the region.
"The [Forbidden Immortal Harem]?"
"Didn’t Young Master Kaiven leave earlier saying he was going to challenge them?"
"So this is what happened?!"
About an hour later, the elder’s fingers finally twitched as he slowly regained consciousness.
The moment his eyes opened and he saw the crowd surrounding them, his expression froze.
He looked down at himself, then at Kaiven lying unconscious beside him, and his face immediately turned dark enough to frighten everyone nearby.
Nascent Soul pressure exploded outward, forcing the crowd several steps backward.
"MOVE!"
The elder quickly grabbed Kaiven and didn’t waste another second.
Qi erupted around both of them before their figures shot into the distance, disappearing from the town as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, it was already far too late.
Dozens of people had seen the two of them in their humiliating state, stripped down to nothing but their underwear.
By that evening, the story had already spread across several nearby cities.
Young Master Kaiven Morath had supposedly marched toward the mysterious [Forbidden Immortal Harem], intending to seize its women and treasures.
Hours later, he and his Nascent Soul protector had been found stripped to their underwear and thrown outside the town like garbage.
Nobody even knew who had defeated them, which only made the story even worse.
The Morath Clan’s reputation immediately took a massive hit, and even the surrounding factions openly mocked them.
Meanwhile, the reputation of the [Forbidden Immortal Harem] rose even faster.
One rumor soon became especially popular:
"If you want to challenge their harem, fine... but remember to bring a spare set of clothes. Otherwise, you might be walking home in your underwear."
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Several hours later, inside the main hall of the Morath Clan, the atmosphere was unbearably heavy.
Patriarch Darius Morath sat at the head of the hall, his expression dark enough to frighten the servants standing nearby.
As a Nascent Soul clan, the Morath Clan was one of the strongest factions in the surrounding region.
Yet today, their young master and a Nascent Soul elder had been stripped nearly naked and thrown outside a town like garbage.
Darius slammed his palm against the armrest. "Humiliated by some newly established faction we’ve never even fucking heard of!"
His gaze moved toward the injured elderly protector kneeling below. "Elder Garrick. Explain."
Garrick’s expression became complicated. "Patriarch, the rumors severely underestimated them."
He clenched his fist. "Young Master Kaiven was defeated by only one woman. High Golden Core cultivation, but her combat strength was ridiculous."
Darius frowned.
Garrick continued, "As for me... another woman handled me alone."
Several elders immediately became serious.
One of them even raised an eyebrow. "You lost in a one-on-one battle?"
Garrick’s face darkened from humiliation. "Easily."
Silence filled the hall.
Darius immediately looked toward another elderly man. "Elder Toren. Take several Golden Core cultivators and deal with this matter personally."
Before Toren could answer, Garrick suddenly raised his voice. "Patriarch, wait!"
Darius frowned. "What?"
Garrick hesitated before saying, "I think... you should go personally."
Several elders instantly looked offended.
"For some unknown faction?"
"You want the Patriarch himself to move?"
Darius stared coldly at Garrick. "Give me one good reason."
Garrick slowly breathed out. "The woman who defeated Young Master Kaiven used a chakram."
Darius’s expression remained impatient. "And?"
Garrick swallowed before continuing. "I couldn’t determine its exact grade, but when she activated it, the weapon’s aura suppressed even my Nascent Soul pressure."
The entire hall became silent.
Garrick finally said the words he had been afraid to speak. "I believe it may be a King Grade weapon."
Darius’s eyes widened. "What?"
Several elders abruptly stood up.
A King Grade weapon!
Even the entire Morath Clan possessed only one such treasure, kept as the clan’s most important inheritance and rarely taken out unless the clan faced destruction.
Darius slowly rose from his seat.
The anger on his face was replaced almost instantly by something far more dangerous.
Greed.
He looked back at Garrick, his expression turning serious. "You’re certain?"
Garrick shook his head. "Not completely. But I’ve seen our clan’s King Grade treasure before."
His expression became grave. "That chakram gave me the same feeling... perhaps even stronger."
Darius’s breathing became heavier.
Seconds earlier, he had considered the [Forbidden Immortal Harem] nothing more than an arrogant new faction that needed punishment.
However, everything changed the moment he heard about the weapon.
He turned back toward the elders, his expression completely serious. "Everyone, prepare yourselves. I’m going there personally."
Unfortunately for the Morath Clan, they weren’t the only ones who heard those words.
Like every major faction, rival forces had spies hidden among their servants, merchants, and outer members.
Before the meeting had even properly ended, secret messages were already leaving the Morath territory.
"A suspected King Grade weapon had appeared in the hands of the Forbidden Immortal Harem."
Within hours, surrounding factions received the news.
Clan leaders who had planned to merely observe immediately changed their minds.
Sect elders who had dismissed the rumors suddenly summoned their strongest cultivators.
Even several old monsters who rarely involved themselves in regional disputes opened their eyes after hearing the words King Grade weapon.
The newly founded [Forbidden Immortal Harem] had wanted attention.
Now they had it.
Unfortunately, it was probably far more attention than Damian had ever intended.