Ye Tian heard that the apprentice recruitment competition in Feiguang Mountain Range would last for several days.
This is to demonstrate the sect's strength and to weed out forces that have no chance of winning the championship as soon as possible.
The Ruthless Sect is clearly among the forces that need to be screened, as mentioned in the Feiguang Mountains.
But only the people of Feiguang Mountain thought this way; none of the members of the Ruthless Sect thought so. Even Gu Nishang, who had only been a member of the Ruthless Sect for a short time and didn't have a strong sense of sect responsibility, realized something was wrong at this moment.
Despite her usual憨憨傻傻 (simple and silly) demeanor, Gu Nishang's palms were now sweaty, and her expression was as if she were facing a formidable enemy.
Even if she were simple-minded, she could vaguely sense the disdain and mockery emanating from the Feiguang Mountains—not even hostility, just pure mockery.
"Master, I feel like they look down on us," Gu Nishang said angrily, biting her lip.
Since she embarked on her cultivation journey, she has been in the Ruthless Sect. Even when she was surrounded and attacked by hundreds of sects, no one looked down on her or looked down on her, mocking or ridiculing her.
Now that they've arrived at the Feiguang Mountains, the arrogance and disdain of this group fill Gu Nishang with a sudden surge of anger. She keeps thinking, how could they be like this? They shouldn't be like this.
Hearing this simple concept, Daoist Wuchen felt a pang of heartache. He cherished each of his disciples as if they were his own children, and naturally couldn't bear to see them suffer. He raised his head, his eyes red, and glared at the group of onlookers who were watching them with mockery before gritting his teeth and saying, "Some people are used to being treated like dogs. When people come, they can't stand it."
Gu Nishang felt a warmth in her heart.
Li Xiaoyao echoed coldly, "You're right, Master. I think these people have been kneeling for too long and can't stand what it's like to stand. They've broken their own legs, but as far as I'm concerned, just breaking their legs won't do any good. Their stupid heads shouldn't be kept either."
The words had barely left his mouth.
The room was completely silent.
The crowd of onlookers stiffened, their expressions turning extremely ugly and jarring.
These guys who haven't even participated in the competition yet and are just watching here, none of them are locals. They're all outsiders and sects who've been kneeling for too long, so they like to mock outsiders who are competing.
Hearing Wuchen Daoren and Li Xiaoyao's cold insults now felt like a sword had been plunged into the shortest part of their hearts, into their vital ribs.
The group of people immediately became anxious.
The ringleaders, especially those who were very concerned about their image, immediately flew into a rage. They stood up abruptly and shouted angrily, their voices filled with hostility, "You brat! How dare you spout such nonsense?"
"How dare you! Do you really think this place is your remote, impoverished mountain range, where even eagles and vultures never land?"
The group's stern reprimands did not subdue Daoist Wuchen.
Wuchen Daoist of the Hundred Sects is henpecked and sentimental. If he gets beaten up even slightly, he'll hide in his sect and sob.
We arrived at the Feiguang Mountains.
As if suddenly imbued with a newfound confidence, Daoist Wuchen stood ramrod straight, his face icy cold. Holding his whisk, he still maintained his usual ethereal air, yet his dignified demeanor carried a demonic ferocity.
His feet seemed to be rooted deep in the ground, and he responded in a booming voice: "The Cloud Mist Mountains may be poor, and even eagles and vultures do not land here. But they can still nurture true talents with the spirit of men. You nameless, rootless people, living on your knees begging for food, are ungrateful bastards. Do you even have the right to speak ill of my Cloud Mist Mountains?"
"With the banner of my Cloud Mist Mountain Range planted here, who dares to take a single step forward? Let alone you alone, even if your entire sect were here, I, Daoist Wuchen, would accept it all!"
A loud bang.
As if possessing immense strength, Daoist Wuchen forcefully slammed the brand-new cloud-character banner into the ground.
The area around this place is ten miles in circumference, and stone chips fly everywhere.
Wuchen Daoist coldly surveyed his surroundings, his full head of white hair standing on end and fluttering in the wind.
He single-handedly rebuked countless onlookers.
There was complete silence; not a single person dared to speak.
This place is a forbidden area for martial arts competitions in the Fei Guang Mountains. Anyone who starts a fight here will be disgracing the major sects of the Fei Guang Mountains. If they misjudge the situation even slightly, they will die.
No one dared to make a move.
a long time.
Wuchen Daoist scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes.
Still, no one dared to look them in the eye.
Only then did Daoist Wuchen put away his flag, and snorted coldly, "You lot are nothing but rats."
Damn it, he actually managed to fool me.
This was the first thought that popped into Ye Tian's mind.
Master, you're damn impressive.
He single-handedly intimidated many petty villains.
Yes.
A petty scoundrel.
In Ye Tian's eyes, this group of people were all just shills.
If it were truly a free-for-all, Ye Tian would be invincible in the vast Fei Guang Mountain Range's recruitment competition.
Even if he was at the so-called ninth level of the Cloud Realm, so what? Ye Tian could still fight against a hundred men single-handedly.
Slaughtering this group of people like cutting melons and vegetables would be no difficult task.
However, the cultivation level that Daoist Wuchen displayed was still only at the Heavenly Mystic Realm. His strength was not strong enough, although he intimidated a group of people with his fearless spirit.
However, not everyone swallowed their anger and kept quiet.
Just like now, someone suddenly stood up in the crowd.
The rows of people immediately emptied, all making way for this person.
This man was incredibly imposing, clad in a Taoist robe that exuded an ethereal aura, yet he possessed not a trace of Taoist energy. Instead, he exuded a chilling killing intent, his sharp eyes like those of a hawk, coldly watching its prey.
As this person walked along, those who were close to him made way for him, as if they were terrified and dared not obstruct him in the slightest, as if they had seen some kind of ferocious beast.
Gradually, this person approached Wuchen Daoren, almost touching him, and looked down at him with a strange, cold smile, saying with a playful tone, "You're quite good. Live well, don't die too easily."
After saying this, the man played with the red silk thread in his hand, smiled, and left the place.
"hiss."
Someone in the audience gasped.
Someone exclaimed in terror, "These outsiders are doomed! They dared to offend the Daoist of Life-Stripping. Since he came to the Feiguang Mountains, at least eight or ten thousand people have died at his hands."
"This time, the Daoist of Life-Stripping is going to participate in the competition. I estimate that these outsiders are in grave danger."
"Even if they hadn't encountered the Life-Stripping Daoist, he would probably have found a way to deliberately bump into him during the arena match."
"Oh no, they've offended someone like this right after arriving. This group of people is so unlucky."
People from all walks of life pointed fingers and whispered, but most of the information revealed in their words only served to corroborate the mystery and terror of this person.
Ye Tian hurriedly looked at his master, Wuchen Daoist, who was not afraid and whose expression remained resolute.
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