Dreaming to Become a Creator-Chapter 0090 – The Heavenly Lord

Chapter 90: The Heavenly Lord
“Troubles should be wiped out in one sweep.”
Having taken action, Zuo Meng intended to settle everything decisively. Mercy for enemies or leniency toward the weak had no place in his principles. With seven centuries of life—including time in the Dream World—his heart had hardened like stone. Witnessing an entire world’s loves, hatreds, and struggles allowed him to gaze upon mortals with detached clarity, viewing them as insignificant as straw dogs beneath a sage’s gaze.
Pity existed within him, but it never swayed his decisions.
Gu Fei stood frozen beside him. Her understanding of martial arts had been limited to basic swordsmanship and the Liuhe Sect’s inner strength techniques. Now, her worldview crumbled.
*Who am I?*
*Where is this?*
*What just happened?*
*Is this even martial skill? Have I trained in lies all this time?*
Zuo Meng strode outside, his demeanor as casual as a man finishing chores before a market trip. Gu Fei snapped out of her daze and scrambled after him.
“Where are you going?”
“To the Headmaster’s Hall.”
*Settling troubles at the Headmaster’s Hall?* He spoke like a discarded disciple discussing a stroll through the vegetable market!
Ignoring her turmoil, Zuo Meng reached the cliff’s edge. With a light tap of his foot, he soared like a crimson arc toward the Liuhe Sect’s main peak. As momentum waned, he stepped effortlessly on empty air—as though climbing an invisible staircase—before propelling himself again. Though he’d never formally learned lightness skills, lifetimes of absorbed knowledge and his Thousand Years of Inner Strength made such feats trivial.
*Was that…lightness skill?* Gu Fei’s numbness deepened. Once this ended, she’d abandon the sect for a quiet life. This world had grown too wild.
Unaware of her resolve, Zuo Meng cleared five peaks in two leaps, landing on the Headmaster’s domain. The main peak’s grandeur dwarfed Taiyuan Peak’s austerity. Before the majestic hall hung a plaque: *Liuhe Sword Sect*.
“Senior…”
The gate disciples bowed nervously, awed by his display. Zuo Meng didn’t linger. A footstep echoed, leaving only a Phantom Shadow where he’d stood.
Inside, the new Headmaster meditated on profound skills. Zuo Meng surveyed the hall like a buyer appraising future property.
“Who are you?”
The sharp voice came late. The Headmaster—narrow-faced, eagle-eyed, beard trailing to his chest—glared in icy alarm.
*Sixty years of inner strength.* Zuo Meng assessed him instantly. Few in the real world merited his attention anymore. Centuries had shifted his mentality; all seemed juniors beneath his gaze.
With six decades of cultivation and swordsmanship, this man dominated the Liuhe Sect. Most elders held barely half his strength. Only their unity and his political maneuvering delayed their defeat.
“Do you not know,” the Headmaster hissed, “that invading this hall is war against the Liuhe Sect?”
Because he couldn’t gauge the depths of the situation, the new Headmaster suppressed his anger and spoke calmly, “Taiyuan Peak belongs to me now. Don’t bother me unless necessary. Any objections?”
Zuo Meng ignored the Headmaster’s threats as if they were idle chatter. If this man knew his place, he could stay to handle chores. Killing everyone would only leave Zuo Meng stuck with tedious tasks later.
Taiyuan Peak?
The new Headmaster frowned, roughly guessing the man’s identity.
“You’re Zuo Han Sheng’s disciple?”
With this realization, the new Headmaster grew bolder. He hadn’t feared Zuo Han Sheng, let alone his disciple. Though puzzled how Zuo Meng infiltrated the area, it didn’t matter—he felt certain he could crush him.
“If you’d asked politely, I might’ve handed over Taiyuan Peak. That worthless place means nothing to me.”
His confidence swelled, shifting his tone.
“But how shall we address your trespass into the Headmaster’s quarters?”
The new Headmaster planned to capture Zuo Meng, use him to lure out Zuo Han Sheng, then leverage this to join the Heavenly Lord’s faction. As he schemed, his inner energy stirred. With sixty years of cultivation, he stood as a martial world titan—this was his pride.
“Scheming and plotting never suited me.”
Zuo Meng’s patience frayed. He’d hoped to spare his birth clan some dignity, but these old men had none. Why waste time?
“What do you mean?”
The new Headmaster’s heart lurched—something felt wrong.
Hummm!
A translucent Pressure erupted from Zuo Meng. The Headmaster’s inner energy froze mid-strike. His body slammed backward as if crushed by a mountain, paralyzed.
“Transcendent?!”
The new Headmaster nearly choked on blood. Wasn’t this Zuo Han Sheng’s disciple? How had he reached Transcendence?
“A casual move, yet an unexpected prize. Besides Earthly Lord and Human Respect, another like you exists.”
Zuo Meng paused, eyeing the wall’s deity statue.
The image warped. A young Daoist in robes, holding a horsehair whisk, stepped from the painting. Zuo Meng sensed an aura surpassing even Human Respect’s. This Transcendent radiated greater power—A Thousand Years of Inner Strength strained under the pressure.
“Heavenly Lord!”
The new Headmaster cried out like a rescued drowning man.
“Has this one offended you, friend in the Dao?”
Heavenly Lord ignored the Headmaster. Only Zuo Meng warranted his attention.
Though outwardly amiable, his nature mirrored the Dao itself—detached, viewing all as straw dogs.
Zuo Meng recognized the apathy of millennia-lived eyes.
*He’s lived at least a thousand years.*
Suppressing his aura, Zuo Meng spoke: “I meant to send him to rebirth, but since he’s your pawn, I’ll spare him.”
“Unnecessary.”
Heavenly Lord flicked his whisk.
The hopeful Headmaster stiffened. Blood seeped from his seven orifices as his breath stilled.
Heavenly Lord’s act carried the indifference of crushing an ant.
“Offending you makes this pawn disposable.”