Chapter 57

"Smack!"

A sudden slap landed on Zhao Renwu's left cheek, leaving a vivid red five-fingered mark on his clean face.

Stunned by the slap, Zhao Renwu stood motionless, feeling a burning sensation on his face as he stared blankly at the one who struck him: a female disciple of the Kong Sheng Sage Academy of superior beauty.

"Shameless!"

"Vulgar!"

"Rake!"

Lin Xin covered her chest with both hands, her face flushed with shame and anger, glaring at Zhao Renwu through gritted teeth.

Disciples from nearby factions were drawn by the sound of the slap and the shouting; not seeing what had happened, they all moved closer.

"Junior Sister Lin, what happened?"

"Junior Sister Lin?"

A crowd of male outer disciples from the Kong Sheng Sage Academy, like heroes saving a beauty, positioned themselves behind Lin Xin, who was covering her chest with a face flushed with shame and anger.

One handsome-looking young man among them glanced disdainfully at Zhao Renwu and guessed, "Junior Sister Lin, did this brat bully you?"

Seeing so many senior brothers and sisters, Lin Xin felt utterly aggrieved, a mix of shame and rage; tears streamed down her face like rain on pear blossoms. Looking at the young man who asked, she couldn't hold back her tears and cried out in grievance, "Senior Brother Mo, he, he just molested me..."

"Bold!"

Hearing that the Junior Sister he admired had been molested, how could Mo Changfei hold back?

Without a word, he drew the fine iron longsword he carried and thrust it at Zhao Renwu without hesitation, his sword strike extremely fast.

Zhao Renwu instantly turned pale with terror, unable to dodge; he cried out in his heart with despair, not expecting the people of the Kong Sheng Sage Academy to fight twice at the slightest disagreement, and now even drawing weapons to take his life.

"Stop!"

Fortunately, Wang Fuhai, standing nearby, acted with quick eyes and hands; he slapped the blade, changing the longsword's attack direction, narrowly saving Zhao Renwu, then pulled him back quickly.

Mo Changfei's sword was blocked away, and he immediately flew into a rage, yet he did not strike again.

Because more than twenty outer disciples from the Profound Tianmen had surrounded them, shielding Zhao Renwu and Wang Fuhai completely.

Cang Feng led the group, and with Wang Fuhai's four brothers, they took up formation to face off against the people of the Kong Sheng Sage Academy; both sides glared at each other, swords drawn and bows bent.

However, the momentum of the Profound Tianmen side weakened by a third, because every disciple of the Kong Sheng Sage Academy held a fine iron longsword, while they were unarmed, able only to launch verbal attacks to regain some momentum.

"How dare you use force within the Profound Tianmen?"

"Do you think this is the Capital? Your Kong Sheng Sage Academy? You can fight whenever you please?"

"Simply bullying people to the extreme, audacious..."

Behind the crowd, Facing Facing Cang Luo let out a bitter smile; he knew something would happen, just not expecting it so soon.

While smiling bitterly, Facing Facing Cang Luo was also relieved that this dispute was not started by him and had nothing to do with him, though he still needed to show some support.

Thus, Facing Facing Cang Luo put on an act, charging up with Gan Lei and others to stand with the senior brothers and sisters, shouting to boost morale.

At this moment, Seeing Xuan Qingqing and Li Haoran flashed into appearance before the crowd; she cried out sharply, "What are you doing? Don't you know the other party are guests?"

"Senior Sister Qingqing, they struck first and even wanted to kill Junior Brother Zhao; please, Senior Sister, take charge." Wang Fuhai, filled with indignation, pushed Zhao Renwu forward, letting him explain himself.

Zhao Renwu had recovered from his shock; though his face was calm now, the rage in his chest had soared ten thousand feet high.

He never expected the people of the Kong Sheng Sage Academy to dare kill within the Profound Tianmen; that sword thrust just now, he clearly felt the killing intent, aimed directly at his throat.

Thinking of this, Zhao Renwu instantly shivered with cold dread; if Wang Fuhai had not acted to save him just now, he would surely be dead by now.

Zhao Renwu clasped his hands, speaking with grief and anger, "Senior Sister Qingqing, Senior Brother Li, your junior brothers sincerely invited the senior brothers and sisters of the Kong Sheng Sage Academy to a meal, yet they rudely threw a mid-grade spirit stone at us; is this to mock our Profound Tianmen for being poor?

I refused to accept it, flicked the spirit stone she threw aside with my hand, and accidentally flicked it onto her chest; I was about to apologize, but she struck me without a word."

Speaking here, Zhao Renwu turned his head slightly to show Seeing Xuan Qingqing and Li Haoran the red, swollen face Lin Xin had beaten, then continued, "She beating her junior brother was not enough; she also had someone draw a sword to kill me.

Had Senior Brother Wang not saved me, your junior brother would now be headless."

Speaking to the end, Zhao Renwu, unable to contain his rage, spat everywhere, shouting loudly, "Every word your junior brother speaks is true; if there is even a single false word, I accept the sect rules, my cultivation will be destroyed; please, Senior Sister, take charge for your junior brother!"

"Please, Senior Sister, please, Senior Brother, take charge for us!"

"Please, Senior Sister, please, Senior Brother, take charge for us!"

Behind them, the senior brothers and sisters from the Liang, Wang, and Liu dormitories, along with Wang Fuhai and the other four, spoke in unison; the crowd was united in hatred, filled with grief and anger.

Hearing the complaints of her junior brothers, Seeing Xuan Qingqing's face instantly turned cold; if her fellow disciples were bullied by the other side and she could not stand up for them, then she was unworthy of being their senior sister, unworthy of being the Sect Master's daughter!

"Senior Brother Murong, please give me an explanation!" Seeing Xuan Qingqing looked coldly at Murong Ye, who was still sitting on the long bench enjoying his meal.

Li Haoran was also extremely angry; he stood beside Seeing Xuan Qingqing, looking coldly at Murong Ye.

Murong Ye ignored the stares of Seeing Xuan Qingqing and Li Haoran; he slowly finished the last slice of spear pork, then glanced casually at Mo Changfei.

Then, taking the towel handed to him by Fang Yi, he leisurely wiped his hands; after cleaning them, a three-inch-long purple aura suddenly condensed at the tip of his left index finger.

In the next moment, the purple aura shot toward Mo Changfei's sword-holding right hand like an arrow leaving the string, piercing his right palm completely, instantly drenching it in blood.

Even the handle of his fine iron sword was pierced through by the purple aura, enough to show the power of the purple aura.

"Ah..."

Mo Changfei let out a miserable cry, but dared not say a word; he was supported by two senior brothers and sisters to the side to heal his wounds.

Seeing this, everyone of the Profound Tianmen was shocked; they never expected Murong Ye to strike his own people so ruthlessly.

Facing Facing Cang Luo's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in a low voice, "Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

Seeing Xuan Qingqing gently pushed aside Li Haoran, who was protecting her, and frowned, "What does Senior Brother Murong mean by this?"

Murong Ye stood up calmly, saying, "This junior brother of mine was indeed a bit rash; I merely applied a slight punishment; please forgive me, Junior Sister Xuan."

Speaking thus, he looked at Lin Xin and continued, "Junior Sister Lin using a spirit stone to exchange for food was understandable, but alas, she is inexperienced in worldly affairs, her method was improper, hurting the self-esteem of your sect's disciples.

However, your sect's disciple's method of refusing the spirit stone was also improper; though unintentional, the final result indeed amounted to molesting my junior sister..."

Murong Ye wanted to continue speaking, but Li Haoran suddenly sneered coldly, "Are your people from the Kong Sheng Sage Academy always so noisy? Simply a string of nonsense; the matter has an order; I am too lazy to argue with you; no need for empty words, just speak directly!"

Having finished speaking, Li Haoran stepped forward two paces, his aura fierce; the paper fan in his hand was instantly covered by a layer of green aura, its density not at all weaker than Murong Ye's purple aura.

Seeing Li Haoran so imposing, giving no face at all to the people of the Kong Sheng Sage Academy, everyone of the Profound Tianmen looked at him with faces full of admiration.

Murong Ye felt a slight anger; he had heard Xuan Qingqing introduce Li Haoran—a poor-born Wu Shi. Though a genius at Profound Tianmen, he was nothing special at Kong Sheng Sage Academy!

Suppressing his rage, he silently recited the Analects. After a moment, Murong Ye smiled and did not even glance at Li Haoran.

He disdained arguing with a poor-born Wu Shi. Turning to Xuan Qingqing, he said, "All my junior brothers here are new outer court disciples admitted this year. Their cultivation ranges from Warrior Stage 6 to Stage 9."

"This is their first time at Profound Tianmen. As the saying goes, no clash, no acquaintance. Why not seize this opportunity for a small martial gathering? That way, we can resolve the conflict just now."

Before Xuan Qingqing could agree, Murong Ye addressed Lin Xin: "Let the first match be fought by junior sister Lin. Remember, do not be as rude as before."

"Yes, senior brother Murong."

Lin Xin stepped out from the crowd. She knew senior brother Murong wanted her to take personal revenge, and she was more than willing.

Walking to the center of an open space, she bowed to Zhao Renwu, Wang Fuhai, and the others, saying, "Junior sister, Warrior Stage 6, from the capital, under fifteen years old. Which senior brother will step forward to instruct me?"

Xuan Qingqing and Li Haoran exchanged a glance. They understood that at this point, there was no other choice. The opponent had not only punished their disciple but also issued a challenge; how could Profound Tianmen refuse?

Yet, who should be sent out to fight?

Just as they were discussing who should take the field for the first match, Facing Facing Cang Luo silently slipped out of the crowd and found a spot where no one would notice him, waiting to watch the show.

"The Yuanwu Continent truly lacks entertainment. Is it always either martial contests or duels?"

"If that doesn't work, how about a literary contest? Riddles, couplets, reciting poetry—anything goes. My phone is connected to Earth; I'll challenge you with the knowledge of the entire planet!"

After venting his complaints, Facing Facing Cang Luo took out his phone, opened the camera, snapped a photo of the scene, and sent it to the World Conference WeChat group. Then he wrote: "Attention, please, attention. This Otherworld Investigator is about to release a combat video! Repeat, this Otherworld Investigator..."

Eden Head: "Respected Cang, have you returned to Profound Tianmen? What combat video are you going to release this time?"

Izumo Society Head: "Lord Cang, is the video you are about to release a battle between Otherworld Wu Shi?"

Feng Lin Huo Shan Li Weiguo: "Little Cang, what are the cultivation levels and identities of the two fighting sides? Will you participate?"

Leaning against a small tree, Facing Facing Cang Luo happily typed out replies one by one: "This Otherworld Investigator has returned to Profound Tianmen and is now reporting the situation."

"The two sides are outer court disciples of Profound Tianmen and outer court disciples of Kong Sheng Sage Academy. Both sides should be at the Wu Shi level."

If it were before today, Facing Facing Cang Luo would never have stepped into a fight; he wanted to keep a low profile.

But now, since he planned to build his own faction and recruit underlings, he must show them a move.

Of course, the premise is that he must have the chance to enter the arena.

Izumo Society Head: "Kong Sheng Sage Academy??? Is there a sage named Kong Sheng on the Yuanwu Continent?"

Feng Lin Huo Shan Li Weiguo: "Could it also be a martial arts sect? What does it have to do with Kong Sheng?"

Eden Head: "???"

Royal Knights Head: "What are you talking about???"

Tsar's Judgment Court Head: "Please use Simplified Chinese. Chinese is already hard enough, and you are even using Traditional characters?"

Clearly, this head of the Tsar's Judgment Court knew a little Chinese, but not much; he classified all the characters he didn't recognize as Traditional Chinese...