Everyone was stunned. Who was this person who transmitted their voice just now? With just a single sentence, the True Qi surrounding the two sect leaders had been suppressed.
Among everyone present in the plaza, Sun Shennan and Yin Wuyue felt it the most. That voice was just a mere thought, but it left them feeling powerless. There was no need to guess—it had to be someone from the powerful Immortal Ascension Realm. As expected of the top among the four sects, they even had a powerhouse from the Immortal Ascension Realm standing guard! (G: There was a mistake on my part. The sect masters of the two sects were at the Primordial Unity realm. I fixed the previous chapters as well.)
“Both of you, please hold your hands for now. Let us move to the ‘Imperial Dao Pavilion’ and discuss things there.”
At this point, Liu Duanqing stepped forward with a smile. Although both sect leaders politely referred to him as “Brother Liu,” that was mere courtesy. After all, his cultivation was only at the peak of Cloud Heaven, far from being on par with the two of them.
“Hmph! I’ll give the Fist Emperor Sect some face this time. But after the Four Sect Martial Competition, Sun Shennan, be prepared for my Yin-Yang Sect’s army to descend upon you!”
Yin Wuyue’s expression was as dark as ink, seething with rage toward Tian Fan. With a cold glare, he stormed away with Yin Shitian, not wanting to stay a moment longer. Many people were already whispering about them behind their backs.
“Hah! A tiger, afraid of a fox?”
Sun Shennan nonchalantly raised a middle finger toward Yin Wuyue’s retreating figure, losing all the intimidating aura he’d displayed earlier. He now looked more like a hooligan than the once-mighty sect leader of the Great Sealing Sect.
The crowd watching was stunned. Was this really the same overbearing and powerful sect master from earlier? How did he suddenly become a rogue? Of course, among the crowd, Tian Fan was the only one unsurprised—because in his mind, Sun Shennan was a scoundrel through and through!
“Ah! What a shame! That old man stopped them from fighting. I didn’t even get to see the action—how frustrating!”
Thunk!
“Ouch! That hurts! Sister Ying, why did you hit me?”
Zi Ying looked up, her face full of grievance as she rubbed her head and stared at Sun Yueying.
“I don’t know what nonsense is going on in that head of yours. How could you wish for others to fight?” Sun Yueying sighed helplessly, unsure how to even respond to her.
“It’s just… I’ve never seen one before,” Zi Ying pouted, muttering under her breath.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing! Sister Ying, take me out to play! We can just stroll around,” Zi Ying said sweetly, wrapping her arm around Sun Yueying’s, acting adorable and impossible to refuse.
“Fine. Tian Fan, it’s your first time at the Fist Emperor Sect, right? The surroundings here are quite nice. I’ll take you for a walk.”
With Sun Yueying leading the way, the group strolled around the Fist Emperor Sect. The scenery was indeed unique, with the plants and animals radiating a certain spiritual energy. A small rabbit leisurely nibbled on grass, and even as the group approached, it showed no intention of running away.
“Wow, what an adorable bunny!”
Zi Ying dashed forward, scooping the little white rabbit into her arms and spinning in place. She held it close, her graceful movements resembling those of an ethereal fairy, mesmerizing Li Yunyang. But just as he was lost in the moment, he blurted out, “That rabbit… What a perverted little thing!”
The small white rabbit’s eyes had turned heart-shaped as it burrowed into Zi Ying’s soft chest, snuggling up shamelessly.
“Hm?”
Tian Fan suddenly turned around. What a coincidence—they had run into some familiar faces again.
Yin Shitian and a few other young men approached, scanning the group with curious eyes. When their gazes landed on Zi Ying, they were visibly captivated by her ethereal charm.
“Why are you following us? Little Tian… Ah, I mean, Yin Shitian! Haven’t you had enough of a lesson yet?”
Tian Fan cursed silently.
Zi Ying often called him “Little Tian,” and she had grown so used to it that she almost addressed Yin Shitian the same way out of habit. The fact that this guy also had “Tian” in his name only added to his irritation. If Yin Shitian knew what Tian Fan was thinking, he would probably cry—after all, it wasn’t even his idea to be named that!
“Hmph! Don’t get cocky, kid. This time, my senior brother is here. You won’t get away!” Yin Shitian glared at Tian Fan, radiating murderous intent.
“What do you intend to do? This is the Fist Emperor Sect! You’d better not cause trouble here!” Sun Yueying stepped forward. The seven people opposite them all had cultivation levels equal to hers, and two among them even made her feel uneasy.
Li Yunyang’s expression grew solemn. With the help of the Blood Pill, he had reached the mid-stage of the Spirit Concentration Realm, but any one of these opponents could be his equal. Meanwhile, Zi Ying’s eyes twinkled mischievously, as if she were already cooking up another scheme.
“Sun Yueying, this matter doesn’t concern you.”
A cold-looking young man dressed in brocade robes turned his gaze toward Tian Fan.
“So, you’re the one who injured my brother? Today, I’ll show mercy out of respect for the Fist Emperor Sect. Let’s have a fair fight—if you win, you may leave. But if you lose, return the Yin-Yang Sword and apologize to my brother.”
“Heh, sounds good! Tian Fan, go fight him fairly. Use the Yin-Yang Sword to teach these fools a lesson!”
Li Yunyang scoffed, emphasizing the word “fair.” The conditions were absurd—win to leave, but lose and apologize? Who did they think they were?
Tian Fan yawned lazily, and with a flash, an ancient sword appeared in his hand, emanating a dense Yin-Yang aura.
The young man’s face darkened when he saw the sword. “The Yin-Yang Sword is a divine weapon. If this is a fair fight, you can’t use it.”
“Yeah! You can’t use the Yin-Yang Sword! What, are you scared, coward?” a sharp-faced man mocked. His cultivation was only at the mid-stage of the Spirit Concentration Realm, and he was clearly just a lackey trying to curry favor with Yin Shitian. As expected, Yin Shitian’s expression softened slightly, and he gave the sharp-faced man a small nod. Encouraged, the man pointed at Tian Fan and sneered:
“I bet that so-called Blood Oath of the Soul is fake! This trash must’ve teamed up with that shameless guy to ambush the young sect master. Otherwise, how could he possibly win? And that cheap bi—ahh!”
Before he could finish, a scream echoed as his body flew through the air and landed hard on the ground, convulsing and foaming at the mouth.
“You’re too arrogant! How dare you harm someone from my Yin-Yang Sect right in front of me!” The young man in brocade robes was furious, the veins on his forehead bulging. Yin Shitian clenched his fists, recalling how he had suffered under a similar invisible attack. If not for his distraction while fighting the old zombie, even with the Yin-Yang Sword, Tian Fan wouldn’t have had such an easy time against him.
The two men beside Yin Shitian showed slight reactions to Tian Fan’s sudden strike.
“Arrogant? You brothers are the epitome of arrogance—weak yet arrogant! None of you are any good.”
Tian Fan yawned again, stretching lazily. Then, holding up three fingers, he said to the young man in brocade robes:
“Three moves. After that, you’d better roll back to wherever you came from.”
Things are Not Looking Good:
Yes, things are not looking good. As you know, translation requires a lot of time and energy. I translate, edit and proofread the chapters on my own. I will be honest here, I started translating as a hobby, then it evolved to a hope of earning a living by doing something I enjoy.
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