The air was boisterous, laughter, grunts, and rants could be heard all around, the streets filled with people minding their business and those not minding their business.
This was currently the situation at Koruzakt, it was a big town in Ingrod kingdom, a town located close to its interior and just on the way to the capital.
With its proximity to the capital, one could sure bet that it was a resource-rich town, one which played host to a ton of traveling merchants, cultivators, and sometimes even high officials.
At the moment, the only thing stopping this town from being classified as a city was it's Military might.
It wasn't that Koruzakt lacked a military defense, but rather that it could not be called a fortress, yet if one thought any army would be able to raze it to the ground then the 50,000 soldiers in its employ would be a shock to them.
With such prestige, a smart person would easily infer that not a lot could shock or surprise the city or its residents.
Near unlimited gold, near unlimited qi stones, ancient scrolls. Magic tools, powerful cultivators, and top-ranking generals, this town had seen, but the individual walking through the main road of the street at the moment, they had not seen.
Today had started like any other day, the sun rising and people waking up and going about carrying out their various activities.
The streets and main road had quickly become crowded, all kinds of people dressed in different kinds of clothes and decorations moving about, but then as the day had progressed and the afternoon sun had risen, a rumor had begun spreading.
"The king of Ingrod was walking on the streets of Koruzakt"
Now who was the king?
A man who ruled the great kingdom of Ingrod, sitting firmly on its throne and being an overlord.
With Ingrod being a powerful nation in the world and one that could fight against the invaders it could only be imagined how strong their top cultivators were and how powerful their king who outshined them all was.
At first, the rumor had been amusing, making people who heard it roll their eyes or chuckle at which prankster was currently looking to cause some mischief.
Like so, the amusing rumor had gone spreading for close to 20 minutes before another piece of information came flowing.
"The man who was said to be king wore a silver crown and now had on a pure silver cloak which was embroiled with red circular smiling faces.
Weird as that embroidery was, it was unique to the king's robe and exclusive only to his robe.
There were rumors of the king having once truly started a war because a fellow king had dared design his robe with the red smiling face.
Now here they were being told that someone was wearing this very cloth and walking the streets of Koruzakt.
While this was just a rumor, the fact that it had gone so widespread put a lot of power in it and had everyone wary.
Still nothing but a town, Koruzakt's presence wasn't irreplaceable, and no one wanted to call down the wrath of the kingdom's strongest cultivator.
With this news, eyes began turning and people began standing, not wasting a minute, legs began moving.
Chances were that it was a stupid teen that had gotten so engrossed in pranks that he had gone as far as trying to dress like the king, and if that were the case, then it was paramount, that the teen be caught, and severely disciplined, and though there was actually a much higher chance that it was all a ruse, in everyone's mind, falling for the ruse was much better than them ignoring it and it turned out to be true.
Cultivators could be quite ruthless, not to talk of a king who valued their name and image, no one wanted a disaster to befall them.
Like this Koruzakt was in chaos by afternoon, the soldiers and even administrators all on their legs and moving to solve what could be a calamity for them especially.
With such attention, panic, and frenzy, the source and subject of this rumor was quickly found, but the most confusing thing was that the rumor still continued to spread.
More and more people far from the source began hearing it and with worry, they began moving toward the source, worry on the faces of many as they wondered why the people who were closer hadn't dealt with the issue.
It wasn't till an hour later that the rumor was finally changed to the earth-shaking news that the true King of Ingrod was walking the streets of Koruzakt in flesh.
If one had thought rumors caused more frenzy, then they hadn't seen the panic the news of the king's presence caused.
All around the town, there were shouts and panic, but this chaos was only present in the town's surroundings.
Areas close to the town's main road were engulfed in a silence that would scare even a man of experience.
To see men, women, and children of all sizes filing the sides of a road and all be quiet, none daring to make a sound could in a sense be called a nightmare, and this was the scene happening on Koruzakt's main road.
Wearing a plain silver crown on his head, a white shirt, trousers, and shoes, and most importantly a silver cloak embroidered with red smiley faces was a man walking right in the middle of Koruzakt main road.
The black-bearded man had a more than average build, his strides long and confident and the smile on his handsome face being one that would send babies smiling and damsels blushing.
With all this one would have expected the streets to be rowdy, but the aura which came off the man had everyone who felt it shutting up.
Koruzakt's main road which was always full of traffic, having several carriages along it was now bare, and any object which was unfortunate to be in this king's path was obliterated by an invisible force.
With one hand in his pocket and the other on his chin, this king walked unimpeded, strolling through the silent crowd of people on both sides of the road, and behind him, about 9 steps away was a group of people all following benign one man who was sweating as he followed after the king.
The man leading the group from behind was the Lord of the town, much earlier he had been enjoying the various benefits of being the leader of a successful town when the whole rumor thing had started.
As a man in power and under the king, he had immediately sent people to eradicate the rumor and after hearing that it truly was his king, he had dropped everything and presented himself before the king.
Bowing down so his head almost touched the ground, he had fearfully greeted the king, and thankfully the man had only ignored him and continued on his path.
Now the Lord and his people followed from behind, not daring to walk too close to him, for fear of endearing his wrath, and mainly because of his aura which wouldn't let them.
As the Lord moved, his eyes occasionally stole glances at the King's back straining his senses to make out the king's legendary invisible weapon, a weapon that even he a level 9 mortal could only feel and the one thing that had him sure of the king's identity.
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