Chapter 38: Recruiting Disciples

Charles of Homewater dashed through the dense forest, the wind whipping past him as he laughed with the thrill of the chase. His heart raced, not just from the exertion, but from the exhilaration of eluding his pursuers. At just sixteen years old, Charles had already earned a reputation in Homewater as a swift and cunning runner, earning him the nickname "the Cheetah of Homewater." Despite being only a rank 3 cultivator, he moved with the grace and speed of someone far more experienced.

"Hahahahaha! Come and catch me if you can! I'll show you why I'm called the cheetah of Homewater!" he taunted, his voice echoing through the towering trees.

Behind him, a large, out-of-breath man bellowed in frustration, his face red with exertion and anger. "You brat! Laugh while you still can because when I get you, you'll be sorry for your miserable life!"