Chapter 67

Careful preparation, meticulous planning, plus firm execution—originally we planned to get the better of Divine Sword Peak, but who would have thought we ended up being manipulated by the other side.

Watching the proud departing backs of one Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ after another, the Inner Door Disciple in charge of organizing this counterattack felt resentment fill his eyes, his fists clenched tight.

"Why, why did this happen?"

Divine Sword Peak, Divine Sword Peak, now he feels these Divine Sword Peak disciples—apart from their sword technique being useless, everything else is damn crafty.

Look at how those Talisman Seals are used—it's all kinds of tricks, nothing you can't imagine, nothing they can't pull off.

A simple Talisman Seal, in the hands of a Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ, is practically becoming a supreme hidden weapon, leaving people unable to defend.

What, using sword qi to dig a hole, what, feigning east to strike west—anyway these methods are downright dirty with no lower limit.

Unwilling, after all that effort, the result turned out like this.

Just as that Inner Door Disciple felt extreme resentment, he inadvertently spotted more than ten Menial Disciples who hadn't yet escaped.

Compared to the Outer Door, the Inner Door Disciple—though the Divine Sword Peak Menial Disciple's tactics are also dirty, given their cultivation level, when facing cultivation suppression they still feel somewhat powerless.

Flames of anger flared in his eyes; this Inner Door Disciple no longer cared—since he couldn't handle the Divine Sword Peak's Outer Door, Inner Door Disciple, he'd go after the Menial Disciples.

Though it's somewhat embarrassing, now who cares about that much—today even if the Heavenly King himself came, he'd still grab a few Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ, none could escape, I say.

He lifted his leg and walked toward those ten-plus Divine Sword Peak Menial Disciples; seeing this, the others nearby guessed his intent, and a disciple whispered.

"Shī xiōng, if we directly act against those Menial Disciples, wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

Within the Dao Yi Sect, competition is usually between peers of the same rank; if an Inner Door Disciple acts against an Outer Door Disciple, others would look down on them, let alone acting against Menial Disciples.

But at this moment, that Inner Door Disciple wouldn't listen to any of that, and immediately gritted his teeth and said.

"I don't care; today I'm going to get the better of Divine Sword Peak."

Already consumed by anger, seeing this, the other disciples nearby also didn't want to say more.

The group quickly arrived before those ten-plus Divine Sword Peak Menial Disciples; at that moment, those more than ten were already surrounded by disciples from each peak.

Clearly there was no escape; he coldly stared at them, and the leading Inner Door Disciple said in a low voice.

"I know this is somewhat against the rules, but you Divine Sword Peak are really bullying people..."

The anger in his heart had to be vented, and he hadn't intended to do anything to those Menial Disciples, but before he could finish speaking, one Menial Disciple thumped down on his knees.

This move left everyone present dumbfounded—how could they still perform such a great salute?

For a moment everyone stood frozen; then they saw that Menial Disciple's eye sockets redden, two lines of clear tears stream down, and he spoke with feeling.

"Shī xiōng, junior brother Wang Tie, born in a poor, destitute small mountain village, family circumstances especially difficult."

"Since childhood my mother told me that children of poor families must grow up early, so for my own dream I endured hardships before joining the Dao Yi Sect."

"Although I'm just a Menial Disciple, junior brother is already quite satisfied."

"Junior brother has no other thoughts; he only wants through his own effort to let his family live well, let his mother no longer suffer, no longer be bullied."

"This month junior brother's compulsory task remains unfinished; if he fails to complete it, that would violate sect rules; I hope the Shī xiōng will make an exception, allowing junior brother to finish this compulsory task and remain in the Dao Yi Sect."

"Thank you, Shī xiōng."

His words spoke with genuine emotion, moving to the heart; seeing Wang Tie, a big man, crying with tears like pear blossoms, the surrounding disciples from each peak felt unwilling to bear it.

Even someone whispered.

"Are we going too far by doing this?"

"Yeah, originally just a Menial Disciple with no background, life is surely hard."

"Or just let him go."

The crowd discussed; the leading Inner Door Disciple also secretly blamed himself, then guiltily took out a pouch of low-grade spirit stones—though just low-grade, there were several dozen, which was clearly a lot for a Menial Disciple with no background.

"It's Shī xiōng who's sorry to you."

"Shī xiōng............"

"Say no more, junior brother Wang Tie, go quickly; if you have any trouble, just come find me at Overlord Spear Peak."

"Thank you, Shī xiōng."

Immediately, under everyone's gaze, Wang Tie took the spirit stones, flashed his body, and ran down the mountain.

Seeing this, the other Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ each had their eyes light up—damn, they could even play it like that.

Others may not know Wang Tie, but could they not know?

This guy definitely has a strong background, a young master from a big family.

His father is a great general of the secular dynasty, he got in through the back door.

With Wang Tie's example, soon a second Menial Disciple thumped to his knees, eye sockets red, and said.

"Shī xiōng, junior brother is somewhat better off than Wang Tie; family not saying wealthy, but at least we can get by."

"Just junior brother since childhood has had a childhood sweetheart, with innate blocked meridians; back then they clearly agreed to join the Sect together, become dao companions, never to part."

"But now junior brother has entered the Dao Yi Sect while she remains in the secular world; if she cannot cultivate, a mortal only has a few decades, perhaps one day we will be separated by yin and yang."

"Over these years, junior brother I have chopped wood, carried water, swept floors, never daring to rest a day, all to accumulate Sect Points to exchange for a Marrow-Washing Pill for her."

"Now only the final task remains, I..................."

This disciple's acting is even more perfected—not the kind of loud wailing, but an inner-to-outer release, truly achieving being in the play and the play in the heart.

So, before he could finish, the leading Inner Door Disciple once again took out a pouch of low-grade spirit stones and interrupted.

"Junior brother, don't say more, go quickly; Shī xiōng believes you two will surely become a couple."

"Thank you, Shī xiōng."

Likewise taking the spirit stones, he turned and left.

This person is likewise a young master from a big family, and in the secular world he's said to be a playboy.

The number of mutual childhood sweethearts is no less than a hundred; truly a philanderer in love, a wolf in the sea.

"Shī xiōng, in my family I have an eighty-year-old mother above, and below.............."

"Shī xiōng, I'm not good at speaking, nor at stirring emotions; my parents passed away early, and over twenty siblings rely on junior brother for support........................"

Afterwards, every Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ poured out their tragic past; from their mouths, it was simply a vivid portrayal of the world's warmth and coldness.

The soft-hearted female disciples nearby, after hearing, couldn't help but cry out.

"In this world there is much warmth and coldness; just being alive is already not easy. We are ultimately fortunate to receive the Sect's protection, but our junior fellow disciples..."