Chapter 107 Disputes Among Kunlun Mountain Disciples: The Hundredth and First Chapter of Creating a Game...
The divine light was predominantly golden with five colors as secondary, and in an instant, the courtyard was dazzling, so bright that everyone could hardly open their eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he found his hands empty. The magical artifacts he had used while shouting and fighting were gone, and even the attack he had just launched had been annihilated by the divine light.
The first to make a move was Chisongzi, who was the most unbelievable. He took out a willow branch from his storage bag and swung it over.
Kong Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply spread his wings and unleashed his supernatural powers.
The disciples of the Chan Sect were naturally furious. To have their magic weapon stolen by a newcomer in Kunlun was an utter disgrace!
But the disciples of the Jie Sect naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by, and rushed forward to teach the hypocritical and sanctimonious Chan Sect a lesson.
This serves you right for looking down on our Jie Sect!
You guys used your magic weapons to kite us with ranged attacks!
Now that our magic weapon is gone, it's time for you to taste our fists!
The members of the Jie Sect were eager to fight, and Julusun and the others were not incompetent fools without magic weapons. They used their earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magical technique) to engage in hand-to-hand combat again.
Then a sharp voice rang out: "The Six Soul Banner that the master gave me has also been stolen by these petty thieves!"
It turned out that the long-eared Dingguangxian, who had only made his way halfway, discovered that his treasure was missing and turned back.
Seeing that his treasures and the magical artifacts of the Chan Sect were left on Kong Xuan's feathers, he was even more furious and wished he could arrest all these petty thieves.
However, he had always neglected his training and knew he was no match for the kid opposite him.
Ding Guangxian quickly put away his ferocious expression and put on a pitiful look as if he had been bullied. In a high-pitched voice, he said, "Fellow disciples, the Master entrusted me with the Six Soul Banner. If it is lost, all of us disciples will inevitably suffer the Master's wrath."
"Just to be on the safe side, I would appreciate it if you fellow disciples could help me retrieve my treasure."
Dingguang Xian bowed and pleaded with the nearest Taoist riding a black tiger, but refused to take a step forward himself, fearing that he would be caught in the aftermath of the battle.
The burly Taoist priest paid no attention to anything else; he only heard how important the treasure was and how it needed to be retrieved immediately.
In an instant, he didn't even bother with the annoying disciple of the Chan Sect. He squinted one eye and began to look for what the treasure Ding Guangxian had mentioned looked like. Once he found it, he would take action and snatch it back from Ding Guangxian.
Meanwhile, Lu Ya, who was watching Dingguang Xian's actions, felt that the scene was familiar. He touched the gourd and, following the gourd's feel, forcefully pulled down the Six Soul Banner with its long beard.
Upon receiving it, even Lu Ya couldn't help but sigh, recognizing it as a truly ruthless treasure. The gourd behind him still had room for refinement. He then casually placed the long banner next to the gourd, while Dingguang Xian on the other side practically wanted to devour Lu Ya.
That's his treasure!
Kong Xuan was busy reporting back to his master, so he let Lu Ya pick and choose. Anyway, the two groups were fighting again, and this time it was all hand-to-hand combat, so it wouldn't involve them.
Now that his master has arrived, this farce should finally come to an end. He needs to tell his master what just happened and, incidentally, vent his anger for Ao Bing.
Thinking this, a small white flame appeared at Kong Xuan's fingertip, silently spreading out with the spiritual energy and reaching Chi Jingzi's forehead.
As a minor punishment, Chi Jingzi gave Ao Bing a bump on the head, so he gave Chi Jingzi two horns. As for the hair that could cover the eyes and was not meant to be used, it was no longer necessary.
Although Kong Xuan wanted to keep a low profile, unexpected things kept happening.
"What kind of behavior is this!" A Taoist priest dressed in pale yellow robes flew down from the sky, his long beard sparse but neat. "How can you be so useless? Your magic treasures have been stolen, and you're just fighting these uncivilized creatures with your bare hands!"
Guang Chengzi looked at his junior brothers and sisters with great disappointment; they had utterly disgraced their master.
However, this matter cannot be blamed on them; it should be blamed on this group of uncivilized beasts. Guang Chengzi's face immediately turned cold. He looked at Kong Xuan's five-colored divine light with considerable apprehension. With this kid's feather on his magic weapon, it was naturally unusable.
However, bare-handed is far superior to this greenhorn. Guang Chengzi arrogantly raised his head and gently swung his palm towards Kong Xuan. The small palm print rapidly grew larger in mid-air, seemingly about to flatten the four people who had been watching the show from the other side.
"Heh, fellow Daoist, why go to such lengths?" Duobao had just climbed over the wall when he saw the senior disciple of the Chan Sect bullying the younger ones. The old man, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, was waving his big hand at a few newly hatched birds.
The other disciples may not have seen it clearly, but Duobao, who had been instructed by his master to take good care of the new little bird, had long remembered Kong Xuan and the person very well.
Seeing his guest about to be bullied, Duobao stopped trying to hide it. He climbed onto the wall, drew his sword, and with a light swing, cleaved Guangchengzi's palm print in two.
Facing Guang Chengzi's angry glare, Duobao simply imitated Tongtian's dexterity and swiftly swiped his sword back into its sheath, then sneered, "I've always seen you, fellow Daoist, constantly talking about manners and etiquette, but now you're bullying the new guest, which is truly disgraceful!"
"Hmph!" Guang Chengzi glanced at Duobao with a sidelong look, his breathing becoming much shallower. He refused to be in the same room with this group of creatures that were born from wet eggs and covered in scales and armor.
Once he retrieves the magical treasures from the sect, he will naturally let Duobao and the others know the consequences of offending them.
At this moment, Dingguangxian also rushed to the foot of the wall and hurriedly told Duobao about the loss of the magic weapon.
Wait a minute? Master's magic weapon! Duobao's eyes sharpened instantly, and he attacked Kong Xuan's direction almost simultaneously with Guang Chengzi.
In the face of his master's magic weapon, all manners of etiquette for serving guests could be put aside. After all, he was just retrieving the magic weapon and wouldn't harm these little ones who hadn't grown up yet.
Kong Xuan mentally matched the names of the people in front of him one by one.
Coincidentally, Kong Xuan, who joined the sect later, was the eldest disciple of Wuzhuang Temple. Although he usually just lectured and taught on the forum, living a peaceful life, he was by no means a pushover that the two people opposite him could easily bully.
Dapeng, who had been taking a nap behind the three of them, suddenly opened his eyes. No one had told him that there was still a combat module. Didn't their senior brother say when he brought them out that they shouldn't act rashly, but just get to know the Kunlun disciples?
Why is the five-colored divine light now so intense, with the red light shining even brighter, and the aura of golden spears used for combat is now unstoppable?
Kong Xuan's fighting spirit had been aroused by the two people opposite him, and Da Peng, who was his brother, sensed this immediately.
He shook his head slightly, took another step forward, and protected the two waist-high disciples behind him. The faint golden light on the dark feathers that were not covered by his clothes flowed endlessly.
Why do we have to fight as soon as we step out the door? How troublesome! Dapeng glared at the two senior brothers from Kunlun opposite him, complaining. One against two? Do they think Wuzhuang Pass is weak?
Now look what's happened! Kong Xuan is going to fight, and he can only go along with it. His precious time for slacking off has been wasted. He'll definitely applaud when you two get beaten up and scream in pain.
Dapeng stood half a step behind Kong Xuan, then turned around and kept refreshing the new messages popping up in the sect's small group chat. Then Dapeng slowly folded his feathers.
It seems the fight is off.
As Da Peng looked at Kong Xuan, who was poised to strike and had already subtly exerted his strength in his hands and feet, a thought suddenly occurred to him: Could this be considered the Colorful-Clad Entertainer?
The senior brothers' battles were extremely fast; Guang Chengzi's Heaven-Turning Seal and Duobao's sharp sword light were fought in the blink of an eye.
However, no matter how fast earth cultivators and sword cultivators are, they cannot outpace the speed at which light arrives, especially since the one wielding light is Kong Xuan from the Phoenix Clan.
Before the attack from the other side arrived, two beams of light, one red and one white, had already reached the clothing of Guang Chengzi and Duobao, and were just one step away from touching their skin.
But the attack was frozen in place, and as it stopped, a voice rang out from the empty corner.
"Tongtian, your disciples still have much to improve."
This was followed by an angry and embarrassed voice: "There is still room for improvement."
Tongtian gritted his teeth.
He had just finished praising the extraordinary talents of his many disciples on the road when he suddenly saw Duobao sitting on the wall, acting foolishly, and being fiercely suppressed by Kong Xuan, who was a full twelve years younger than him.
Thinking of this, Tongtian glanced at his disciples who were still acting foolishly and said, "Follow me."
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So how did things get to this point?
Inside the Tushita Palace, Duobao stroked the hilt of his sword, utterly perplexed.
It's just like always, having a conflict with the Chan Sect members, then fighting with Guang Chengzi, and finally returning to the Jie Sect with either a victorious junior brother or one who accidentally took the blame for two others. This cycle repeats itself, almost becoming a law.
Although he and Guang Chengzi rarely exchanged more than ten words, they knew exactly what cards were being played in the game. They fought each other, then went home, and their superiors mostly turned a blind eye.
How could things have turned out like this? Laozi, Tongtian, and Yuanshi were all gathered in the Tushita Palace. Tongtian looked impatient, Yuanshi's face was gloomy, and even Laozi was stroking his long beard from time to time.
Only Senior Yuan Yi, whom I had only met twice, sat smiling above, holding the hands of two little boys beside him, looking very approachable.
On the first day of the visit with his disciples, right under Laozi's nose, the fellow Daoist was drawn into the infighting among the disciples of the Three Pure Ones, and even got a bruise on the boy opposite him.
Is this the way Kunlun Mountain treats its guests?
When they visited Wuzhuang Temple some time ago, such chaos had never occurred under the ginseng fruit tree.
In the end, it was Laozi, the patriarch of Kunlun Mountain, who gave his disciples a chance to explain: "What just happened?"
Both Chi Jingzi and Zhao Gongming rushed to answer, but their opening remarks were all accusations against each other.
When they realized that their words couldn't be connected at all, Chi Jingzi and Zhao Gongming exchanged a glance and then turned their heads away from each other.
Laozi, standing to the side, couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at his two brothers who were at odds with each other.
Seeing that even in the Tushita Palace, this hot-tempered disciple could start a fight, Yuan Yi gained a deeper understanding of the conflict between the two sects of Kunlun Mountain.
However, she wasn't there to watch the argument continue. Yuan Yi interrupted, "In that case, why don't you let my disciples tell us what just happened?"
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