AGM 529 – Meeting An Old Friend
Mo Qingcheng’s words stirred up a storm of commotion—because of their mistake, those from the Violet Thunder Sect felt a festering need for vengeance, and they wanted nothing more than to vent it by clashing immediately with those from the Battle Sword Sect.
The members from the Battle Sword Sect had always acted so loftily and arrogant, and had never placed those belonging to the nine great sects in their eyes/sights. Although the nine great sects had conflicts with each other, the people they hated most were none other than the members from the Battle Sword Sect.
“This cultivator is really powerful. He has a cultivation base at the fifth level of Heavenly Dipper and his combat strength is extremely terrifying.” At this moment, Ye Lingshuang broke the silence as he stared at the golden-robed combatant currently standing on the hundred-victories combat stage.
“Of course he’s powerful, he’s proficient in the Mandate of Gold and has cultivated some sort of invulnerable body technique. His defense is insanely high and his attacks are packed with devastating might.” Ye Kongfan laughed as he continued, “This man reached a hundred victories today and has been standing here since this morning. He has yet to find a worthy opponent.”
Everyone had strange expressions on their faces when they heard Ye Kongfan’s words. It seemed as though Ye Kongfan was extremely familiar with this combatant?
“Hehe, this man has already joined my Qi King Manor.” Indeed, a person next to Ye Kongfan laughed. “I wonder if the Battle Sword Sect has anyone brave enough to go up there for a try?”
“There’s no need for that. He will definitely lose the next battle,” Qin Wentian calmly spoke. Ye Kongfan’s eyes flashed with contempt. He was very clear on the strength of that golden-robed combatant. It was almost impossible for him to lose here.
Right now on that combat stage, there was a skinny-looking man clad in black. This person exuded an extremely cold aura, so cold that people who looked at him would feel their souls involuntarily freezing from terror, and this was despite his aura only being at the fourth level of Heavenly Dipper.
“Although this man seems dangerous, he’s only at the fourth level of Heavenly Dipper. He shall definitely be defeated,” spoke an expert from the Violet Thunder Sect. Everyone all turned their gazes in the man’s direction. A wave of exultation roared from the massive crowd—from the cheers, it was obvious that they were expecting a good show was forthcoming.
“I’m afraid you will be disappointed.” Qin Wentian was as serene as ever. Very swiftly, combat between the two of them exploded. The golden-robed young man glowed with resplendent golden light as the faint shadow of a terrifying invulnerable body manifested behind him. His attacks were filled with the sharpness from the Mandate of Metal, and it could be said that this man had already reached the pinnacle of both attacks and defense.
The black-robed man chose not to fight him in direct combat, instead he dodged each and every one of his strikes with profound steps. Blood-colored light burst into being, one after another, lighting up the entire combat stage.
The attacks of the golden-robed young man grew increasingly savage, as he tried to destroy everything he could, intending to kill his opponent as swiftly as possible. Both his arms pushed upwards and aimed for the skies, as golden light radiated forth from them. An instant later, the beams of light congregated together to form a gigantic golden palm imprint that annihilated everything in its vicinity. The black-robed man retreated with explosive speed, but was injured by the afterwind of the palm strike, causing him to cough out fresh blood.
“Apparently, your judgement sucks. They’re obviously combatants of different levels.” The expert from the Violet Thunder Sect sneered, directing his words mockingly at Qin Wentian.
“You’re right, they are combatants of different levels. This farce is about to come to an end.” Qin Wentian’s voice had no fluctuations to it, and he was as calm as ever. His words caused those from the Violet Thunder Sect to laugh out loud, “What a stubborn mouth, you already know the ending, yet you still want to win the war of words? I want to see if you will need to slap yourself or not when the fated ending arrives.”
Qin Wentian cast a glance at the person who spoke before spitting out a single word, “Idiot.”
“You…” No matter how strong the endurance of that expert from the Violet Thunder Sect was, he could no longer put up with Qin Wentian’s provocation, especially in this case where it was clear as day that the black-robed man would soon be defeated. Yet, Qin Wentian still wanted to twist the truth and call him an idiot? He wanted nothing more than to punch Qin Wentian in the face right now.
“If the Holy Maiden wasn’t present here today, I don’t know how many times you would have already died,” stated that person in a threatening tone, radiating an unmasked killing intent.
“I thought the Violet Thunder Sect was one of the nine great sects? I didn’t know they had so many idiots belonging to it. How humiliating it is for us to be associated to such idiocy all because of the name of the nine great sects.” Qin Wentian’s voice had no anger to it, and he continued as calmly as before. Yet his words immediately made that expert from the Violet Thunder Sect go crazy. Even those from the Battle Sword Sect and Medicine Sovereign Valley didn’t know where Qin Wentian was basing his confidence from. It was obvious that the black-robed man was at a disadvantage, yet he was actually so confident the black-robed man would win?
“Let’s hope the Holy Maiden’s companion isn’t one that merely knows how to talk big.” The other maidens from the Medicine Sovereign Valley sighed. Qin Wentian truly had the gift of gab, but if he didn’t have sufficient power to match that, it would be too disappointing.
“After their battle is over, I will definitely come and give your face a proper slapping.” Another expert trembled with barely controllable fury. He couldn’t help but make that statement in public—Qin Wentian’s humiliation of his Violet Thunder Sect was more than he could take.
Qin Wentian merely cast a cold glance at that person, before turning his attention back to the battle. The attacks of the golden-robed young man had grown more and more powerful and it seemed that the combat would end at any moment. The faces of those from the Violet Thunder Sect were all filled with smiles, while those from the Battle Sword Sect were frowning. The maidens from the Medicine Sovereign Valley couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Only Mo Qingcheng believed in Qin Wentian’s judgement. This was not because of her relationship with Qin Wentian but because, she too, knew the identity of that young man clad in black.
“RUMBLE!” The violent sounds of attacks rocked the entire stage. It appeared that the golden-robed young man was about to take the black-robed man’s life away. However, right at this moment, nobody noticed a black glint of light flickering within the eyes of the supposed victim. In an instant, the golden-robed young man’s punch hung suspended in the air, his countenance akin to dead ashes.
“BOOM!” The black-robed man took a step forward, pressing his palms into the golden-robed man’s body. In an instant, the golden-robed man withered away—he didn’t even get the chance to mount a defense. A hundred-victories combatant was killed without anyone understanding how.
“This…?” The hearts of the crowd pounded with shock. Those from the Battle Sword Sect all revealed expressions of sharpness as they stared at Qin Wentian with a look of puzzlement on their faces. Why was he so confident and how could he have predicted the ending?
The maidens from the Medicine Sovereign Valley all had similar expressions on their faces. It seems like Qin Wentian did indeed have some capabilities and wasn’t as useless as they thought.
As for those from the Violet Thunder Sect, their countenances were all extremely unsightly to behold. Such an ending made them feel exceedingly uncomfortable, and all of them felt a burning sensation on their faces upon thinking back to the words they exchanged with Qin Wentian.
“HAHAHA, watching people slapping their own faces truly gives me a wonderful feeling. I recall someone being very arrogant earlier? Why have you all turned into mutes now?” Liu Yun laughed uproariously, but no one from the Violet Thunder Sect could answer back.. All of them were choking from the humiliation and shame they felt.
“Senior Brother, why bother talking to a bunch of idiots? It would only lower your status.” Qin Wentian glanced at those from the Violet Thunder Sect. Although it sounded like he was persuading Liu Yun, his words were by design; layered with barbs for the benefit of the members from the Violet Thunder Sect.
“Kongfan, although they’re our guests for the day, their actions have gone too far. To even use such language to humiliate the honor of our sect, we can’t bear it any longer. If our Violet Thunder Sect has no response to that, we will become the laughingstock of this entire region,” a young man with a cultivation base of the fifth level of Heavenly Dipper icily stated.
“How ridiculous, weren’t you all so sure of your judgement and even stated publicly that you wanted to slap my junior brother Qin’s face once the combat ended? In the end, it seems that the face you are slapping is your own instead. The Violet Thunder Sect is truly so amazing, thank you for the guidance. I’ve learned loads from our interaction today.” Liu Yun snorted. He then continued, “My junior brother was right. What a humiliation it is to be associated with the Violet Thunder Sect.”
“It’s pointless to fight a war of words. Although you are the guests today, you have repeatedly offended my sect. In that case, we might as well talk with true power.” Ye Kongfan’s aura was extraordinary—he was now giving his consent to war against the members from the Battle Sword Sect.
“However before this, let’s invite that black-robed man to come over. He’s exceedingly mysterious, and even I couldn’t tell how he acquired that victory,” Ye Kongfan commanded.
“Yes, Crown Prince.” One of his men sprinted towards the combat stage to invite the black-robed man over. Although it wasn’t known what methods he used, it was a fact that he was the victor. Ye Kongfan naturally wished to recruit powerful experts for his cause. Since the golden-robed man had died, this newcomer could be his replacement.
After a short period of time, the black-robed man could be seen walking over.
Looking at him from such a close distance, the darkness in his eyes was truly terrifying, and he radiated the chill of danger. His eyes seemed to be lifeless, as cold as corpses in the abyss. If his opponent was someone with a lower cultivation than him, they’d be paralysed with just a glance.
“Your strength is beyond my expectations. Are you interested in joining the royal clan of my Ye Country? I can even refer you to join the Violet Thunder Sect. There’s no need for you to take the test.” Ye Kongfan spoke to the black-robed man yet at this moment, Ye Kongfan discovered that the black-robed man wasn’t even looking at him. His black eyes were staring at a seat located above him.
“Mhm?” Ye Kongfan frowned, following the gaze of the black robed man only to discover that the person this man was looking at, was actually Qin Wentian!
“What are you doing here in the Ye Country?” That black robed man asked Qin Wentian, also glancing at Mo Qingcheng. He was evidently taken aback by their presence.
“I’m now in the Battle Sword Sect. My purpose here this time around was because of my senior sister, the Princess of Ye. And also, I would never have expected to be able to meet you here as well.” Qin Wentian was just as taken aback.
“Grand Xia isn’t sufficient to contain me.” That black-robed young man calmly replied, yet Qin Wentian didn’t know that after his departure, the legends of this young man didn’t lose out to him in the least. He’d created so many waves of commotion that the transcendent powers in Grand Xia had joined forces and sent out unceasing waves of assassins after him.
“Then what are your plans in the future?” Qin Wentian calmly asked.
“In the future?” An expression of contemplation flashed on the face of the black-robed man. “After Lu Min died, I no longer have anything to concern myself with. In the future, I shall follow you wherever you go. If you are the light, I will be your shadow.”
An expression of sadness appeared on Qin Wentian’s face as he thought back to that sobbing young girl pulling along a crippled young man to Ginkou, right before the commencement of Grand Xia’s Heavenly Fate Ranking Battle. He hadn’t expected Mu Feng’s only relative to already be dead.
The Heavens were truly too cruel to Mu Feng.
This black-robed young man was none other than the demon-level genius ranked on the Heavenly Fate Rankings in Grand Xia, the disciple of the Poison Monarch, Mu Feng. Back then Di Feng, disguising himself as Qin Wentian, had killed his entire family to sow discord. And because of this grudge, Mu Feng had narrowly poisoned Qin Wentian to death. After the matter was cleared up, not only did Qin Wentian not kill Mu Feng, he even found the truth for him, aiding him in taking his revenge on Di Feng. In that very moment, Mu Feng already knew his life belonged to Qin Wentian.
After that, he followed Di Tian (the incarnation of Qin Wentian’s other self) together with Yun Mengyi and the others, entering the Royal Tomb of Grand Xia. Mu Feng set off on the path of the Blood Emperor and nothing had been heard of him since. Who would have thought that today, he too would appear here in Grand Shang!
