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A tastefully decorated room.
"Smack." Zhao Shanyu slammed his palm on the red-painted table, his gaze dark as he looked at the few people seated across from him. Under his gloomy stare, it felt as if a chill had risen in the air, rendering Fuli and the others speechless, silent as cicadas in winter.
"Hmph, I think Wang Yi is courting death. This kind of intense training is unbearable even for us; how can he handle it at his fifth level?" Wang Zhou's eyes flickered as he snorted coldly, his face shaking with disdain.
"Shut up!" Zhao Shanyu's particularly dark gaze fell on Wang Zhou like a cold sword, causing the latter's flesh to tremble involuntarily.
Wang Zhou's match with Wang Yi not only cost him over a million Yuan Stones but also made him lose face in the Outer Sect, turning him into a laughingstock among others. All of this fueled Zhao Shanyu's hatred for Wang Zhou to an extreme degree; he wished he could kill him. However, as a leader, he had to conceal his feelings in front of others and pacify Wang Zhou; otherwise, how could he establish his reputation in Kaiyang Sect in the future?
Thus, he directed all his anger toward Wang Yi. If it weren't for Wang Yi, he wouldn't have lost the Yuan Stones; if it weren't for Wang Yi, he wouldn't have become the butt of everyone's jokes; if it weren't for Wang Yi, Zhao Shanyu would still be the brilliant and respected Zhao Shanyu. But everything changed because of this variable named Wang Yi.
Wang Zhou's face turned pale as he glanced at the two Elite Disciples beside him and closed his mouth.
"Fuli, how is the task I assigned to you coming along?" Zhao Shanyu realized his own lapse and took a deep breath, asking calmly.
"Brother Zhao, Wang Yi went to Iron Curtain Mountains a few days ago. Recently, he's been cultivating in the back mountain," Fuli replied as he stood up.
"What? He went to Iron Curtain Mountains? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Shanyu's previously extinguished anger surged back to life as he angrily questioned. Ever since the incident with Wang Yi occurred, Outer Sect Disciples no longer dared to challenge recklessly as they did before. If another Wang Zhou emerged, it would not be so easily resolved. However, outside the sect was different; with Zhao Shanyu's influence behind him, teaching Wang Yi a lesson and breaking one of his limbs would be no difficult task.
"This..." Fuli hesitated for a moment, showing difficulty on his face since he had not anticipated that Zhao Shanyu intended to use family power against Wang Yi.
"Brother Zhao, please calm down; it's our incompetence." The other three stood up almost simultaneously. Wang Zhou was quick-witted; seeing the three stand up made him unable to sit still either. He stood up with his trembling belly and bowed.
"Sit down!" Zhao Shanyu couldn't afford to get angry; after all, these four were his trusted subordinates and confidants. To establish a foothold in the Inner Sect in the future, he would need their assistance.
Wang Zhou sat down with the four others, and after confirming that Zhao Shanyu's anger had subsided somewhat, he cautiously said, "Brother Zhao, I have a plan that can make Wang Yi suffer a bit."
Zhao Shanyu pondered for a moment before raising his hand and said, "Let's hear it."
Wang Zhou cleared his throat and said, "Three days from now is the day of the grand competition. In my opinion, Wang Yi must be aiming to secure a spot in the top ten." Seeing Zhao Shanyu nodding and Fuli and the others agreeing with him, Wang Zhou continued with some pride, "During the competition, injuries are inevitable. In past competitions, there have been many instances of broken limbs. We can take this opportunity to bribe Wang Yi's opponent to let him..."
"Hmph, that's too simple. You Sixfold are no match for Wang Yi either. Besides, there are no more than ten people in the Outer Sect who can defeat Wang Yi. Who would you bribe to beat him?" Fuli interrupted bluntly. "Moreover, the grand competition is based on drawing lots for matches. Are you suggesting bribing a fifth-level disciple to defeat him?"
"Well, Fuli has a point," Zhao Shanyu nodded.
"Brother Zhao, isn't Jin Qinghan also no match for Wang Yi?" Wang Zhou said confidently.
"Jin Qinghan?" Zhao Shanyu's eyes lit up upon hearing that name, and he nodded as he asked, "Go on."
"Brother Zhao, why not go find Li Gang?" Wang Zhou said with a mysterious smile.
"Good, good, good." Zhao Shanyu suddenly shot out two beams of light from his calm eyes and repeatedly praised.
The four of them listened to this and were all puzzled, looking at Wang Zhou with confusion.
Wang Zhou smiled proudly, pretending not to know anything as he leisurely sat back down and started drinking tea.
"Senior brother..." Fuli couldn't help but ask.
"Alright." Zhao Shanyu clearly did not want Fuli and the others to know about this matter, saying, "You all go out first!"
"Wang Yi..." Zhao Shanyu chuckled ominously, then walked out of the room.
In a carved wooden house, Li Gang and Zhao Shanyu sat at a vermilion table. The dark room was illuminated by the flickering candlelight, and a cool breeze wafted through the window, making the candles sway like ghosts on the table.
"May I ask what brings Zhao Shidi to see me?" Li Gang asked, his eyes slightly closed as he shook his head lightly.
"There's no need for formalities; I'll be straightforward." Zhao Shanyu replied calmly.
"Good, that's refreshing." Li Gang set down his teacup and said cheerfully, "Please go ahead, Shidi!"
"I want to deal with Wang Yi." A cold glint flashed in Zhao Shanyu's eyes, and his voice was icy, leaving no doubt about the seriousness of his words.
"Deal with Wang Yi?" Li Gang was quite surprised but then smiled and said, "With your abilities, dealing with someone like Wang Yi should be a piece of cake. Why do you need my help?" In his eyes, Wang Yi was merely a pawn; although he had made a significant profit from Zhao Shanyu's dealings, that did not mean he held any affection for Wang Yi.
"Due to sect rules," Zhao Shanyu explained.
"Come on, Shidi, don't play these games in front of your senior brother. Just speak plainly." Li Gang waved his hand dismissively, revealing a hint of disdain.
A flicker of displeasure crossed Zhao Shanyu's face, but he quickly smiled and said, "Three days from now is the day of the grand competition. I would like to ask my senior brother to help me teach Wang Yi a lesson."
"That might be a bit difficult. Besides, Wang Yi is no fool; it won't be easy to teach him a lesson!" Li Gang replied.
"As long as Senior Brother allows Wang Yi's opponent to have one more Jin Qinghan, it will be fine," Zhao Shanyu said.
"Jin Shidi. He is indeed a good candidate," Li Gang was slightly taken aback, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly became serious, clasping his fists and saying, "But the selection for the competition is arranged by the three elders. There is nothing I can do, Senior Brother."
"As long as Senior Brother agrees to this request from Junior Brother, I will offer a Mingling Pill," Zhao Shanyu secretly cursed in his heart but showed a smile.
"Mingling Pill?" Li Gang's eyes lit up, but soon returned to calm like disturbed water settling down, lowering his head in contemplation.
"Bastard egg." Zhao Shanyu was so furious at Li Gang's expression that he almost spat blood. This Li Gang was too greedy. He calmed himself down and smiled, "After the matter is accomplished, I will additionally offer five thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones."
"This matter is known to you and me?" Li Gang said with a smile.
"Of course," Zhao Shanyu replied.
The Outer Sect Competition is a rare grand event of the Kaiyang Sect, held once every five years.
Due to the varying quality of disciples recruited, the Sect does not force participation; each disciple can decide whether to join or not.
At this time, late autumn had arrived, and the grounds of Kaiyang Sect were covered in yellow leaves, resembling a golden outfit, as the chilly Autumn Wind swept countless yellow leaves into the air.
In the center of the square stood ten Dueling Platforms, made of granite steps, pure white in color and extremely hard.
Behind the Dueling Platforms, there was a type of Training Platform, equipped with three tables and chairs.
Thousands of Outer Sect Disciples moved about in the square, the crowd bustling with excitement, discussions buzzing, some filled with enthusiasm, others with joy, and many filled with anticipation.
"Who do you think will take first place in this competition?"
"Of course it will be Brother Chu."
"Hmph, if you ask me, Li Shixiong is even more impressive."
"A toad yawning, not afraid of being struck by lightning while boasting. Our Brother Zhao is the strongest."
At that moment, a cold and merciless voice suddenly rang out among the crowd, chilling to the bone like a winter wind that brings a shiver to the heart.
"Who? Which bastard dares to tell me to get out of the way?" A fourth-level Elite Disciple cursed loudly.
"Get lost."
As this word was uttered, the Elite Disciple flew through the air like a kite with its string cut, tracing a beautiful arc before crashing to the ground.
"Jin Jin Shixiong, quickly step aside!" The remaining disciples were taken aback and almost simultaneously turned to look. One of the Elite Disciples stood frozen in shock; as soon as he spoke, everyone swiftly parted to create a path.
In the next moment, standing there was a youth around seventeen or eighteen years old. He was tall and slender, his long hair dancing in the wind, exuding an air of carefree elegance. Dressed in a perfectly tailored outfit as white as snow and holding a white sword, the blade was intricately carved with a vividly depicted Ice Dragon, its claws poised as if ready to leap from the sword.
What truly left an impression was that this youth had a pair of white brows and a handsome face that seemed devoid of any emotion, cold as a winter's day in October. His eyes were calm and undisturbed, as if no matter what happened before him, it could not stir even the slightest ripple.
Jin Qinghan coldly glanced at everyone before walking towards the Dueling Platform. As he passed by, the disciples dared not obstruct him, standing nervously on either side without uttering a word.
In an instant, the lively atmosphere turned silent due to Jin Qinghan's presence.
"Jin Shixiong seems even more formidable than before," one disciple said nervously. Although it was late autumn and not too cold, he felt a cold sweat running down his back.
"Yeah, I wonder what Martial Arts Jin Shixiong is practicing. He feels increasingly icy," another replied.
Wang Yi and Niu Meng stood beneath the No. 3 Dueling Platform. Hearing the commotion behind them, they turned to look at Zhang Shou.
"Jin Qinghan?" Niu Meng said involuntarily, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.
Jin Qinghan was one of the youngest in the Kaiyang Sect, having joined at the age of twelve. No one knew his background; they only knew that he had mastered a set of ice-cold Martial Arts, cultivating an aura of chill around him. He was ranked among the four strongest in the Outer Sect alongside Li Gang and others. Due to his snow-white eyebrows, he was nicknamed Bai Mei Jin Qinghan.
"What a powerful aura," Wang Yi marveled. He sensed the chilling pressure emanating from Jin Qinghan; wherever he went, everyone's spirit was suppressed, making it hard to breathe.
"Hahaha, congratulations Jin Shidi," Zhao Shanyu greeted him with a broad smile, appearing very familiar.
Jin Qinghan snorted coldly, showing no expression as he walked alone to a Dueling Platform, standing there solitary and isolated, surrounded by no one, like a cold mountain that no one could approach.
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