The legendary warrior

Chapter 22 Amelia

"You even know Nate. I'm impressed. Seems an awful lot of trouble for little old me," Ricky said, his flippancy covering up his shock. Rod said that the Refinement Faction could help him deal with Nate, a disciple of the innate spirit. That meant that they were fairly powerful.

When he turned them down, he'd have another powerful enemy. He wasn't sure of their motives, but it surely didn't seem like a good idea to join them just like that.

But he was not the kind of man who could be bullied into making a decision.

"That's the way we roll. We Refinement Faction wants to make sure who we're dealing with," Rod said with a tiny smile. "So, what do you say?"

At the moment, Rod and Greg were confident that Ricky would not refuse. He wasn't powerful enough to handle the consequences.

In this case they underestimated Ricky.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you two seniors, but I'm not joining any faction for now!" Not surprisingly, while the two seniors were prepared to hear a firm reply, Ricky answered them in a tone neither overbearing nor servile.

Their confident expressions immediately became sullen, even savage. They weren't used to hearing no.

"That's your final answer?" Rod asked coldly, as the scarlet spiritual energy welled up in both of his hands. His tone had lost its politeness, showing it was only pretense to begin with.

"I've thought about it thoroughly," Ricky said.

Now that they were on the verge of blows, there was no need for courtesy.

"Ha! It's been a long time since someone turned us down. You've got guts. It would be only fitting if we slit you open so you could learn your lesson!" Greg said, menacingly. He'd never said a word before now. The strong blood vitality rose from his body and merged with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, sending waves of spiritual force flying directly toward Ricky.

Ricky retreated a step and staggered as he was hit.

He was defenseless against this kind of attack. He had no choice but to retreat. His chest felt dull due to pain and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"So, you're going to attack me inside the Snow Sect?" asked Ricky. He wiped the blood at his mouth, leaving a bloody streak on the back of his hand.

"We can't do much here, but we're not letting you off. Everyone who refuses us dies." Hearing Ricky's words, Greg sneered.

They left straightaway, without another word. They didn't need to say anything else. They'd done enough.

'Someday... Someday I'll destroy the Refinement Faction and drive you out of the Snow Sect!' Ricky said fiercely in his heart as he watched the two leave.

'But I'm pretty sure those aren't the only two visitors I'll have today!'

...

He was right. After Rod and Greg left, the Casting Faction also sent two inner disciples of Blood Purification to Ricky. They tried to show off their casting skills to tempt Ricky into joining them.

They made their intentions known fairly quickly. They wanted the Nine-degree Body Refining Formula.

And just like Rod and Greg, they left angrily, but not before threatening him. 'I could keep this up all day. If this goes on too much longer I'll need a scorecard to keep track of all my enemies.'

Later, another faction—Amber Faction, this time —sent a lady to him.

Ricky was a little curious about the Amber Faction, because 90% of their members were female, and the leading ones were several inner disciples, also female.

As for why Ricky was curious, it was something that came naturally to young men. Ricky was a normal man and it was impossible for him to be immune to the charms of beautiful women.

The lady wore a pink dress. Her beautiful dark hair fell over her slender waist.

Her skin, milky white mixed with the loveliest pink, was radiant like a polished pink ruby.

It was not that she was excruciatingly beautiful, but she wore it well. She emanated a kind of enchanting and untamed feeling, a hint of danger that lingered when she left. She had broken many hearts.

Compared to Xenia who was superior and cold like a fairy, this lady was far more fascinating.

So, the moment he saw her, Ricky swallowed hard.

"You must be Ricky. I'm Amelia from the Amber Faction." The lady introduced herself with a faint smile.

"Amelia from Amber Faction!" Ricky was surprised to hear the name. He thought it impossible.

That meant the top leader of the Amber Faction as well as the third inner disciple—Amelia.

Even if Amber Faction wanted him that badly, why send their leader?

Out of all the disciples in the Snow Sect, they had too much respect to impersonate Amelia. Not only would they be found out, they would be punished. So was she indeed the Amelia?

"Are you really Amelia from Amber Faction?" asked Ricky doubtfully.

"Unless there's another Amelia I don't know about." Amelia smiled.

"No, it's not that. But why me? You're the top gun and I'm just me." Ricky smiled, shaking his head.

"Everyone wants your refining cultivation method, but we Amber Faction sincerely invite you to join us," said Amelia with a faint smile. The slightest movement along with that smile fascinated Ricky.

"Because of the level you've attained without a spiritual meridian, you have the ability to compete above your level. You're considered a genius, and Amber Faction could use a man like you."

"I guess I have no choice but to believe you." After calming down, Ricky laughed.

"You have a choice. But it looks like you don't believe me. Since the core members of Amber Faction are all female, how are we supposed to take advantage of your knowledge?" Amelia said with a little bitterness.

"So give me a reason to join." Ricky smiled.

"You'll be under our protection. Isn't that enough? You've made a lot of enemies today, such as Connie, a core disciple. She is a big supporter of the Casting Faction," said Amelia.

"Connie belongs to the Casting Faction!" Hearing this, Ricky was shocked and thinking even more dark thoughts about them.

"Thanks for telling me, Amelia, but I'm really not interested in any faction."

"So my offer wasn't tempting enough?" asked Amelia.

"Of course not!" Ricky laughed.

"Really? So tell me. What do you want?"

"You, for starters," Ricky said, walking around Amelia.

Amelia's beautiful eyes suddenly grew gloomy.

But only for a moment.

Then, Amelia leaned in close to Ricky and whispered in his ear, "If you can destroy the Refinement Faction and the Casting Faction, I might say yes."

"Done and done. A promise is a promise!" Ricky said seriously.

...

Afterwards, Amelia also left empty handed. She didn't threaten Ricky, but she certainly didn't like him after the conversation and his nasty request.

"All these factions! And they all hate me. That's awesome." Back to the house, Ricky thought hard about what was going on.

The Amber Faction probably wouldn't try anything, but the other two were out for his blood.

"More strength! That's what I need!" Ricky sighed again.