Unbridled Unorthodox Faction Disciple
Ximen Buxing joined Mu Yu and Tian Ran as humanity’s most valued cultivators. Ximen Buxing arguably delivered the most jaw-dropping performance of the afternoon. Nobody ever imagined Long Xingyun would fall prey to Ximen Buxing’s obvious dupe. Not even Ximen Buxing expected such an easy win. To be fair, anyone who didn’t know him fell for it the first time. Guess Long Xingyun was just another unwary soul. That being said, cultivators were relieved Ximen Buxing didn’t resort to underhanded means.
Although the fiends spent years expanding their knowledge base on humanity, they seldom traversed the human world. What’s more, the fiends, the fiend nobles in particular, dismissed the competence of all but the eight great sect’s style. As such, they invested zero effort in learning from the likes of Ximen Chuideng. Because of that half-hearted approach, it came back to bite Long Xingyun, who was markedly more complacent than his cohorts who didn’t inherit an exalted pedigree.
“Ahem, stretcher please. Next.” Ximen Buxing fixed his clothing and put on airs again.
The white ape fiend king was prudent enough to see his error in underestimating humanity. The fiends’ young generation were impressive in combat and weren’t as soft as the current generation of humans. Even so, lack of experience against humans proved costly. Even if they won the tournament, they had a lot of work to do before they could rival humanity’s sovereignty.
The fiend king retrieved Long Xingyun. He was glad Long Xingyun was just unconscious due to the strange flute song. The fiend king was determined to reproach Long Xingyun after the event. As the prince of their race, Long Xingyun needed to keep his ego in check. Otherwise, he would inevitably fail as their future leader.
“He’s the same as his shifu,” remarked Cang Wanzi, amused with Ximen Buxing.
Gaze on Mu Yu, Daoist Yuan Hua questioned, “Who do you think would win between the two of them?”
“I don’t think Lan Feng can beat Ximen Buxing as it currently stands. As for future forecasts, I wouldn’t be so certain,” conveyed Cang Wanzi.
A black insect fiend sporting heavy armour advanced. Because of his armour, every step caused a ruckus. The fiend race appeared to have some sort of affinity for thick skin.
“What’s this now?” complained Ximen Buxing. He asserted, “Didn’t we agree you’d let me have a conversation with Pretty Foxy after I beat the bloke with the horns? I prefer Pretty Foxy.”
The fox fiend rewarded Ximen Buxing with an entrancing glance but didn’t fly up. The white ape fiend king was there to win fights, not to host a blind date.
The insect fiend immediately advanced on Ximen Buxing without an introduction.
“Wait, this isn’t what I signed up for. Buzz off, you man.”
Ximen Buxing effortlessly swatted the insect fiend back with his fan.
In a delicate voice, the insect fiend stated, “I’m a female!”
“Say what?” Ximen Buxing gulped and giggled. “I do not like being the bringer of bad news, but we are not destined for each other. How about I introduce a few studs to you. Call Pretty Foxy up, deal?”
“Beat me, and I’ll call her!” The insect fiend pressed the attack again.
“This is a waste of my energy and time. We’re sending a substitute.”
The cultivators were dumbstruck. Ximen Buxing actually walked off, fanning himself.
Cang Wanzi thundered, “Ximen Buxing, what are you doing?”
“Hehe, Elder, I never said I would fight two fights. I never cared for glory, honour or being a hero. I was just teaching loudmouths a lesson on behalf of the cool guy over there. I am not humanity’s hero. You said I could beat Tian Bing, Tian Ping or whatever his name was, so I fought a match to thank you.”
Ximen Buxing suddenly gave Mu Yu a wink, leaving the latter suspecting the former might recognise him.
“If only I was as strong as Ximen Buxing!” someone suddenly exclaimed, setting off a cascade of complaints.
Cang Wanzi was angry, but he was also glad Ximen Buxing didn’t sign up and then throw a match – the chances of him doing that existed. He told himself to stay cool and stated, “Ximen Buxing, do you have a condition? Win the match, and I promise to fulfil your wish.”
“Thank you, Elder. However, I have no desires, so I do not need help. I have no desire to fight, but I have someone I can recommend.”
All eyes reactively made their way to Lan Feng.
Ximen Buxing beamed brightly. “Not him.”
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