Golden Core Realm Cultivators Assemble
“Despite things being set in stone, I have continued to show you lenience. Learn to tell what’s good for you,” threatened Ju Wenxing, wiping his fake smile off his face.
“Brother Cheng Yan, Junior Sister loves you with all her heart. You are bound to shine once you join Green Pine Sect. Shifu will obviously value your presence. If you still have any concerns, feel free to voice them. If I can accommodate you, I will do so,” expressed Bai Lang, sticking to the instructions he was given.
“Regardless of which side I choose, I will end up offending the other. My shifu has been training in seclusion and entrusted the sect’s affairs to me. I have to be considerate of my martial siblings. I don’t want them to become targets of hostility in the future,” Cheng Yan conveyed.
Bai Lang: “You mean?”
“Who is stronger between Green Pine Sect and Jiuhua Sect? Why not tell me outright so that I don’t have to worry about?” asked Mu Yu, chortling as he sauntered over.
“Watch that mouth! Stay in your own lane,” brayed Qi Qin, mistaking Mu Yu for a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator.
“What? I can’t speak at my own sect?” Mu Yu rhetorically questioned.
“Your sect? It’ll be our sect soon.”
“Is that your way of saying your sect is superior to Green Pine Sect?”
“Do you need me to state the obvious?” jeered Ju Wenxing, giving Bai Lang a smirk.
Bai Lang was aware Mu Yu was stirring the pot, but he wasn’t about to let Ju Wenxing trample on his sect’s name. “Green Pine Sect is ranked at the top of the world of cultivation and will continue to be.”
Ju Wenxing fanned himself with his fan in a condescending fashion. “Daoist Qing Song still hasn’t even caught his prized disciple’s murderer. I say he is undeserving of his ranking.”
Bai Lang brushed the jibe off with a smile. “Since when did Reverend Jiuhua catch his disciple’s killer?”
“My Shifu is a busy man. He doesn’t have time for trifle matters.”
“How sad to hear Reverend Jiuhua considers his disciples trifle matters.”
“I doubt my fellow siblings’ lives are given the same weight as Xiaohu’s.”
“We treat all disciples equally. Every disciple’s life is just as important as Xiaohu’s. I won’t forgive anyone for hurting any of our disciples. If you think your fellow disciples’ lives are less important than Xiaohu’s, doesn’t that mean all your disciples are worth less than all of our disciples? Is there still a need to debate which sect is stronger?”
Ju Wenxing was shut down.
Bai Lang then gracefully asked, “May I ask if that answers your queries, Brother Cheng Yan and Brother Mu Yu?”
Cheng Yan and Mu Yu intended to join Jiuhua Sect to infiltrate their grounds, but Bai Lang’s argument stood strong.
Accompanying a palm and fist salute, Cheng Yan said, “Your kind off-”
“We’re not joining neither faction,” Uncle An declared on behalf of Cheng Yan from the latter’s side, in a resolute voice.
Cheng Yan wasn’t expecting Uncle An to suddenly have a change of heart.
Ju Wenxing aggressed, “Are you sure you want to be foolish?”
“Try me,” responded Uncle An, indifferent.
“Bai Lang, are you going to do something about Dustfallen Sect’s attitude?”
Bai Lang erased his smile. “Are you in agreement with him, Brother Cheng Yan?”
Cheng Yan had a glance at Qing Mei and shook his head.
“I showed lenience for the sake of my junior sister. She pleaded me not to engage you in a physical altercation, and I wanted to make her small wish come true, but you rejected my help. We won’t get involved with this again. Do as you please, Jiuhua Sect.”
“Senior Brother.” Qing Mei began to panic after witnessing the unexpected outcome.
“Junior Sister, I have done what I can. I suggest you give up on him.” Bai Lang pulled Qing Mei aside.
“Perfect. I subdued half of the sects that refused to submit to us last month with an iron fist. Using force has always been more effective. Come out!”
With a wave of Ju Wenxing’s hand, thirty cultivators flew to the scene on their flying swords. Every single one of them was a Golden Core Realm cultivator. They were unrecognisable faces because they were Jiuhua Sect’s elders who never showed themselves, thus totalling thirty-three Golden Core Realm cultivators. Normally, ten Golden Core Realm cultivators was considered terrific.
The thirty-three cultivators pressured Dustfallen Sect with their potent spiritual qi and brandished their magical weapons.
Ju Wenxing asked, “Are you really not going to surrender?”
“We merely wish to remain independent.”
Mu Yu, Lan Ling’er and Xiang Nan got to their feet. The twin devils dashed off a while ago when things weren’t looking good.
“You remember Daoist Bo Yang from Universe Sect, don’t you? I heard you were friends with each other. Bring him here.”
Daoist Bo Yang was thrown down at Ju Wenxing’s feet. He was bloodied, fading and his clothing was in tatters. His left arm was amputated, and his shoulder bones were still visible.
“This is the consequence of trying to remain independent. I took his left arm so that he’d have a reminder for life.”
Ju Wenxing stomped on Daoist Bo Yang’s chest, forcing a mouthful of blood out of the elder. Ju Wenxing led a group to Universe Sect and flattened their ancestral hall. Not yet satisfied, he humiliated Daoist Bo Yang and lopped off his arm in front of everyone at Universe Sect to send a resounding warning.
“Eat a dick,” cursed Mu Yu. “Abbess Bo Hua, were you able to just watch your senior be trampled all over?”
Abbess Bo Hua’s gaze stopped on Daoist Bo Yang for a brief moment before she frigidly answered, “I am with Jiuhua Sect. I do not contend with what Young Master Ju Wenxing does. Since the beginning of time, the winner takes all. Senior Brother asked for it because didn’t know what was good for him.”
“Young Master? Scary. I referred to you as Abbess Bo Hua out of respect for Daoist Bo Yang. Since you have no respect for your predecessors and are willing to turn on fellow martial siblings to suck up to him, I’m impressed in another sense. You should be the billboard for how to be shameless.”
“I don’t need your criticism, runt. Let me teach you a thing or two about respect.”
Abbess Bo Hua thrust her sword at Mu Yu. Mu Yu stopped suppressing his cultivation and summoned Shadow Splitter Sword. He deflected her sword with his own thrust, proceeded to slap her across the face and then give her the boot.
“That slap was for Elder Bo Yang and a reminder of the repercussions of lacking any sense of shame,” said Mu Yu, voice void of emotion due his hatred for those who bit the hand that fed them.
“That’s it!”
Abbess Bo Hua was going to ride her sword forward again, but Dustfallen Sect’s five Golden Core Realm cultivators on par – or superior to herself – stopped her with their energy, fossilising her in place.
“You should’ve brought more men,” remarked Uncle An.
The world had only ever witnessed the two strongest cultivators with the same energy exuding from Uncle An.
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