Chapter 2083: Four Sect Sword Discussion Begins

Just thinking about how other sects would react after learning of this, Wu Shou's heart filled with bitterness and helplessness; truly, he could cry without tears.

Meanwhile, the few disciples standing nearby, seeing this, dared not delay; they hurriedly helped Wang Shī xiōng and his two companions up and rushed them aside to try to detoxify them.

As for how other sects would view this and the damage to the Dao One Immortal Sect's reputation, Wu Shou simply couldn't even bear to think about it.

And just as Wu Shou had feared, the news spread like wings throughout the entire Immortal Sword Sect.

Those who came from other sects, upon hearing this, all showed complex, indecipherable expressions on their faces.

"This disciple of the Dao One Immortal Sect actually did something so absurd, it's simply unbelievable."

Someone shook their head and sighed, saying.

Indeed, one cannot judge a person by appearance, nor measure the sea by a bucket. Who would have thought that the disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect, who look upright and proper on the outside, are so despicable inside?

Another person echoed.

Hahaha, the Dao One Immortal Sect really produces 'talent'.

Moreover, someone openly mocked.

Everyone's first reaction was disbelief.

After all, as disciples of an immortal sect, they ought to cultivate themselves and uphold high morals—how could they commit such a heretical act?

Leaving aside whether they have lost all conscience, such behavior truly drops jaws.

If they truly had an irresistible physiological urge, they could simply go to the Gōulán to seek enjoyment, spending a little money to settle it—why lay a hand on an innocent stray Dàhuáng dog?

Thus, the night passed silently, all sounds ceased.

Only when the second day's morning came, with sunlight streaming through the lattice window into the room, did Wang Shī xiōng and his two companions slowly awaken.

When they learned from bystanders the shameful acts they had committed last night after being poisoned and hallucinating, they froze like struck by lightning, their faces instantly turning deathly pale.

He seemed to have lost his soul, staring blankly at the ceiling as if it held the answer to his doubts.

Thus he sat silently, time ticking by; after a long while, he slowly awoke from a long nightmare, slowly opening his mouth, his voice hoarse and low.

I'm basically ruined for life; from now on, I won't have the face to meet anyone...

From childhood onward, neither he nor his fellow martial brothers had ever done such an embarrassing thing.

When they anxiously walked into the hall and saw Wu Shou standing there, Wang Shī xiōng and his two companions instantly flushed red with shame, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to hide.

They hung their heads low, almost burying them in their chests, not daring to lift their eyes to Wu Shou at all.

However, at this moment Wu Shou looked at the three dejected, silent disciples before him; the words of reproach that had risen to his throat were swallowed back.

He helplessly shook his head and let out a heavy sigh.

"Alas..."

What's the point of saying more blame now? Everything has already happened; further investigation would be futile.

Thus, Wu Shou ultimately chose to abandon blaming them.

In the following days, everyone of the Dao One Immortal Sect sank into a deep silence.

Everyone kept the gates shut and did not step outside.

After all, having experienced such an incident, everyone truly felt ashamed to face the outside world, let alone stride out as they usually did.

Time flew like a white colt passing a gap, and in the blink of an eye the day arrived when the Four Sect Sword Discussion officially began.

That day, as dawn just broke the horizon and faint sunlight sprinkled the earth, the entire Immortal Sword Sect blazed to life, instantly bustling with extraordinary vigor.

To welcome this much-anticipated Four Sect Sword Discussion, the Immortal Sword Sect spared no effort, specially crafting a brand-new arena and a towering Viewing Platform.

This arena and Viewing Platform were like a dazzling pearl set upon the mountain peak, beautifully complementing the surrounding green mountains and clear waters, a sight beyond compare.

At that moment, mist and clouds entwined the mountain summit, white clouds like gauze drifting around, giving a dreamlike, ethereal feeling as if one were a fairy.

Standing here, one truly feels the lofty ambition to tower above all peaks and gaze upon the lesser mountains.

Gazing out, the mountains rise and fall in endless succession, like a magnificent landscape painting unfolding before the eyes.

On the wide, majestic arena, people from the remaining three sects had already gathered, each spirited and eager to compete.

However, what was surprising was that the Dao One Immortal Sect's contingent had not yet appeared.

Time ticked by, and as the appointed Shíchén drew near, murmurs began to spread through the crowd.

Why haven't the people of the Dao One Immortal Sect arrived yet? It's already this time—could something have happened?

A burly man frowned and said.

Yeah, could it be that they're too ashamed to show their faces, not daring to even participate in the sword discussion?

A lovely-faced woman beside him echoed.

Just then, a loud shout rang out.

They're here.

The crowd followed the sound and saw, far up the mountain path, Wu Shou leading the Dao One Immortal Sect's group walking slowly toward them.

However, their steps were slow and heavy, and each face bore a hint of unpleasantness, as if they had encountered something disagreeable.

As the Dao One Immortal Sect's group drew nearer, people from the other sects turned their gazes toward them.

In their eyes, a meaningful expression appeared unanimously—some curled their lips slightly, as if mocking; others narrowed their eyes, speculating silently.

At the same time, many people couldn't help but think the same thought.

Could this really be the Dao One Immortal Sect that wouldn't even let a dog go?

Right, do you still remember what happened that day? Who exactly were those three disciples?

Suddenly, another person curiously asked.

I'm not sure; at the time, no one from my sect was present...

Another person shook their head and replied.

For a moment, various speculations and discussions rose and fell in the crowd, making the already tense atmosphere grow even graver.

Many people whispered to each other, especially showing great interest in Wang Shī xiōng and his two companions.

Hearing the crowd's discussion reach his ears, the faces of the Dao One Immortal Sect members grew ever more grim; at this point Zhao Baiyun stepped forward to meet them, his expression unchanged, meaning no mockery, and he cupped his fists at Wu Shou and said.

"Elder Wu Shou."

"Elder Zhao Baiyun."

After they exchanged greetings, under Zhao Baiyun's lead, the Dao One Immortal Sect members came to their own seats.

Today, at this four-sect sword discussion, there were quite a few spectators; the surroundings were already filled with people early on.