Chapter 402 I Established a Sect in the Cultivation World (31)
The Nascent Soul cultivator from the Iron Sword Sect was named Zhang Kuang, and he was known within the sect for his domineering nature.
He had long disliked this suddenly appearing Xuantian Pavilion.
Now that the sect behind Xuantian Pavilion dares to open its gates and accept disciples, he immediately volunteered to lead a group to cause trouble.
In his view, such nameless sects hidden in the mountains of the Ten Thousand Mountains could only have one or two Nascent Soul cultivators to maintain their presence.
His sword strike was meant to tear off the other party's mask and show everyone that this so-called Xuantian Sect was nothing but a paper tiger.
The sword energy was sharp and fierce, heading straight for the mountain-protecting formation.
Cheng Gan, standing on the high platform, did not change his expression and did not even lift his eyelids.
Li Ming curled his lip, looking at the sword light as if he were looking at a fool.
Bang!
A muffled thud, like a stone hitting cotton.
The sword energy, powerful enough to cleave mountains and rocks, struck the array's light barrier, only causing a tiny ripple before dissipating into nothingness.
That's it?
"I thought it would be something big, but it was all bark and no bite."
"The people of the Iron Sword Sect are nothing special."
The unaffiliated cultivators watching below burst into undisguised laughter.
His arrogant face instantly turned a deep purplish-red; he felt as if he had been slapped in the face in public.
"You're asking for it!"
He roared, and his natal flying sword was unsheathed, its blade radiating brilliant light.
"Today, I'll crack your shell and see how you continue your charade!"
Just as he was about to make another move, a voice came from the high platform, calm and unhurried.
"Master Cheng, why waste words with this kind of person?"
"It's Zhao Sizhe," he said, adjusting his glasses as he addressed Zhang Kuang down the mountain.
"According to the rules of my Xuantian Sect, anyone who provokes the sect will have their cultivation abolished."
"However, today is the founding ceremony of our sect, and seeing blood is considered unlucky."
Zhao Sizhe paused, then said calmly, "How about this, if you can withstand one move from a disciple of my sect, we'll call it quits today."
"Take a move from your sect's disciple?" Zhang Kuang seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Hahaha, do you have no one else? Me, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, and you want to send your disciples out to die?"
The two Golden Core cultivators behind him also burst into laughter.
Zhao Sizhe ignored his mockery and turned to look at an inner disciple responsible for maintaining order below the platform.
"Wang Meng, come here."
The disciple named Wang Meng paused for a moment, then straightened his back and strode forward.
"Disciple is here!" Wang Meng, whose current cultivation level is the eighth level of the Golden Core stage.
"Eighth level of the Golden Core stage?"
"Is the Xuantian Sect humiliating the Iron Sword Sect?"
"Send a Golden Core cultivator to take on a Nascent Soul cultivator's attack?"
"Could it be that the Xuantian Sect really doesn't have many Nascent Soul cultivators to back up its ranks?"
The crowd erupted in uproar again, everyone thinking that Xuantian Sect had gone mad.
Zhang Kuang was so enraged that he laughed: "Fine! Fine, so this is the Xuan Tian Sect! Today I'll see what kind of three heads and six arms your disciples have!"
He retrieved his natal flying sword, crossed his arms, and looked at Wang Meng with an arrogant expression.
"Come on, junior, I'll let you make the first move, so you won't accuse me of bullying the weak!"
Wang Meng did not speak, but respectfully bowed to Zhao Sizhe and Cheng Gan on the high platform.
Then, he walked to the edge of the great formation, looked at Zhang Kuang on the other side, and slowly took out an item from his storage ring.
It's not a flying sword, nor a magic weapon.
Instead, it was a... taller than a person, dark and shiny metal pipe.
The tube had a unique shape and was covered with densely packed runes, emanating a chilling spiritual energy.
"What kind of magical artifact is this?"
"Never seen one before, it looks like a fire poker."
The crowd was buzzing with discussion, none of them able to understand what Wang Meng was holding.
Even Zhang Kuang frowned; he sensed a dangerous aura emanating from that pipe.
Wang Meng hoisted one end of the metal tube onto his shoulder and aimed the other end at Zhang Kuang.
He frantically poured his spiritual power into it, and the 'fire stick' gradually grew larger, with a terrifying energy fluctuation spreading out instantly.
The arrogance on Zhang Kuang's face finally disappeared, replaced by solemnity.
He dared not be careless any longer and immediately summoned his natal magic weapon, while simultaneously setting up several layers of spiritual energy shields in front of him.
"Go!" Wang Meng shouted in a low voice.
boom--!
The 'fire stick' flew quickly toward Zhang Kuang, and almost the instant Wang Meng shouted, it slammed into Zhang Kuang's body.
Zhang Kuang didn't even have time to react.
The layers of spiritual energy shields he had erected were as fragile as paper in front of the staff, and were torn apart instantly.
The beam of light slammed solidly into his chest.
"ah--!"
A piercing scream echoed through the valley.
Zhang Kuang was sent flying hundreds of feet away, tracing a pathetic parabola in the air before crashing heavily into a distant mountainside.
A huge, human-shaped crater was smashed into the mountainside, and rubble rolled down.
Zhang Kuang was embedded inside, his body charred black, blood gushing from his mouth, and his nascent soul aura was weakening at a visible speed.
One strike, and the Nascent Soul cultivator is severely injured!
The entire venue was deathly silent.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, their minds blank.
The two Golden Core disciples of the Iron Sword Sect who had followed Zhang Kuang were so frightened that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground.
On the high platform, Wang Meng retracted the metal tube, which instantly shrank. The magical artifact in his hand was the 'Golden Cudgel' that the Refining Hall had crafted according to Wang Meng's preferences.
"Lord Zhao, I have not failed in my mission."
Zhao Sizhe nodded in satisfaction.
"Very well, you may leave."
His gaze once again fell upon the thousands of cultivators who had come to participate in the assessment below the mountain.
At that moment, everyone's gaze changed.
All the previous disdain, doubt, and hesitation have vanished.
Instead, there is awe and fanaticism!
A Golden Core disciple can severely injure a Nascent Soul cultivator with a single move! Just what kind of divine sect is this Xuantian Sect?
"I...I want to join the Xuantian Sect!"
I don't know who was the first to shout it out.
"I want one too! I'll do anything to get in, even be your slave!"
"Don't stop me, I want to embark on the Path of Self-Examination again!"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Zhou Jue, mingling in the crowd, watched this scene with an even wider smile.
Making an example of someone to scare others, establishing authority, and selecting disciples—Zhao Sizhe and Cheng Gan did a very good job.
The crowd at the foot of the mountain was completely ignited.
The rogue cultivators who had previously been looking on with the intention of watching the spectacle and picking up bargains now looked at the Xuan Tian Sect's mountain gate with longing in their eyes.
"Quick, it's my turn!"
"Don't push, don't push! Line up properly!"
A Golden Core disciple can cripple a Nascent Soul cultivator in one move; what terrifying resources does that require?
Behind the Xuantian Sect, there is definitely an unimaginable behemoth.
Being able to join such a sect, let alone become an outer disciple, even being a janitor or sweeper would be an incredible stroke of luck!
Zhang Kuang's two Iron Sword Sect disciples, who were lying limp on the ground, had already been dragged away by the disciples of the Enforcement Hall like dead dogs, along with their Nascent Soul senior uncle who was embedded in the mountain wall.
This scene completely shocked all those with ill intentions.
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