Chapter Twenty-Seven~ Tournament of Pride(12)

Time would pass by fast. Inside the room, it was merely a few hours, but outside it has been more than a few days. Upon the opening of the door, pent-up smoke began to escape. Heard the creaking of the floors above him. The guide immediately rushed towards Wei Jian. Waiting by the entrance of the door, Wei Jian's stood adjacent to the wall. His clothes were in shambles and his forearm showed many scars.

According to the colors of the doors that were close to his. It seems he was the last one to get out of isolation training. Again the guide bid farewell to Wei Jian, heading back inside when his figure vanishes beyond the hill. The sect was bustling, the core and inner houses were packed. Traversing atop of the roofs, was the only way.

A single person in the crowd would spot Wei Jian. Seeing Wei Jian's tattered and unkept appearance. He would yell and shoot at him. Taking in the view, he was not expecting to be surprised attacked from behind. Greeting the attacker's palm attack with his own, while the attacker was repelled back a few houses. Wei Jian still remains where he was before.

The crowd below was alarmed that fighting was taking place, the mortals began to disperse, while cultivators either watched on or drew their swords and sabers. Sheathing away their weapons when they realize it was an attack on a Golden Cicada sect disciple. Slowly getting up, Tao Bohai came to realize that he was indeed in the wrong.

He rocketed off the scene and disappeared over the horizon. Because attacking a disciple of any sect, in their sect territory was an act of war. Unbothered, Wei Jian shrugs it off and kept on walking home. And so the peaceful atmosphere again circulated the area.

When he finally got home though, he saw a sight that truly infuriated his very being. It was a disciple from another sect seemly encroaching closer to his house. Before stashing away a pot of geionis that Song Meihu had planted just a few days before his isolation training.

Walking back towards his group of people, before he could hide, he felt a chill down his spine. Turning around he would see Wei Jian staring at him. Not wanting to be known that he had stolen from the sect, but he had already a plan.

" Thief!! Look he is going to steal from that house! Draw your weapons, and stop it, everyone !" Shouting with all his might.

Wanting to curry favor with the Golden Cicada sect, blinded they all lunged toward Wei Jian. Wei Jian could give a shit. He didn't know them and to him, it seemed like they were colluding to cause him trouble. In that split second, the edge of his saber was dripping blood. And the group of cultivators screamed in agony. Their arms that held their weapons were now on the floor.

Witnessing such brutality, Mao Gen fled in fear. Unbeknownst to Wei Jian, the men that he had just mutilated, all belong to the Thousand Poison Viper sect. A competing sect to the tournament that was being held currently. Following Mao Gen's trail, he would run into their Elder. Mao Gen, taking the chance manipulated the story and was then hidden behind a wall of core disciples from the Thousand Poison Viper sect.

" You! You scoundrel dare to attack my sect's disciples. Can you withstand the consequences?" His sword shakes whilst pointing at Wei Jian.

Wei Jian noticed that the elder was at the peak of True Blood Qi Realm. So he cautiously analyzed the Elder's every movement. But in an instant, the elder disappeared and his sword jetted down towards Wei Jian's right arm. As revenge for his disciples, an arm for an arm.

By now most of the core disciples had realized Wei JIans Identity and immediately rushed to stop their Elder's attack. But they were too late, the two blades had already connected. Wei Jian was on his knee, struggling to hold back the Elder. While the Elder kept putting more spiritual strength, making it harder for Wei Jian.

Descending down to stop the fight, a figure clad in gold and black silk single handly pushed the two apart. The Elder stopped his aggression and kowtowed, and so does the rest of the core disciples from the

" We greet the Grand Marshal!" Everyone synchronously shouted.

In the presence of a being nearing ascension, none dared to act childishly. Grand Marshal Meng Jianjun of the Imperial family, drew fear and subservience to whoever gazes at his terrifying aura. When he and his army flew over, he noticed the conflict. So he came personally to solve the issue before it got even more serious.

" What is going on here?"

Elder Wan Enlai motioned for Mao Gen to tell the Grand Marshal everything. With a grin, Mao Gen got up and faced the Grand Marshal. Before he could speak though, Wei Jian with a flick of his wrist, he sent out saber qi. Dusting off himself, Wei Jian sheaths his saber and was about to leave. But with the hand on his shoulder, he was unable to move.

" You dare act out in my presence?!"

To Be Continued…