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Chapter 46: The Overlord of the Outer Sect
Upon hearing the scream of Lin Ba, who was known as the strongest in close combat, no one dared to step forward. Leader Youth, who had been hiding behind the crowd, took two steps back. He realized he had made an enemy and was plotting how to kill Long Xiao Wu.
Long Xiao Wu shot a glare at Leader Youth but did not pursue him. Instead, he turned his attention to the people surrounding Zhao Yang. Those who had attacked Zhao Yang were already frightened into stopping by Long Xiao Wu's sudden display of power. After all, he had incapacitated dozens of people in an instant. As Long Xiao Wu approached them, they instinctively began to retreat.
"You all must pay the price! If anything happens to my brother, you will all accompany him to the grave!" Long Xiao Wu shouted angrily at the group of troublemakers. They insisted on touching Zhao Yang despite his warnings; if it weren't for being in the Sect, he would have killed them all by now.
Long Xiao Wu searched for Li Heng, the first person to attack Zhao Yang, but when he couldn't find him, he targeted a young man nearby who wore a gloating expression. The boy's face turned pale with fear as he turned to flee. However, it felt as if a massive vortex was pulling him back toward Long Xiao Wu. Terrified that his limbs would end up like white bones, he cried out for mercy, his voice trembling with sobs.
Long Xiao Wu did not use his Dragon Devour skill again; instead, he kicked the boy's knee, shattering it before tossing him aside like trash.
"And you! I saw you were the second one to touch my brother! Come here and kneel down to apologize, or you’ll end up like him with a broken leg. If you try to escape and I catch you, both your legs will be useless!" Long Xiao Wu pointed at a young man in a green robe standing next to the Dojo.
Meanwhile, three elders of the Outer Sect stood beside the Purple Gold Fire Vine Chair at the Outer Sect Summit, watching everything unfold at the Dojo.
"Elder Brother, are we really not going to intervene?" asked Ji Wuyou, the Outer Court Third Elder, dressed in yellow robes.
Fire Wuyan frowned slightly and replied, "In just over a month, more than ten New Disciples have died, and now dozens have been crippled. Since the Sect Master said we shouldn't interfere with this batch of disciples, let them make their own mess. Initially, I was disappointed thinking this kid had no Spiritual Root. It seems I was wrong; he likely possesses a hidden Spiritual Root and is probably a disciple from some great Cultivation family sent here for training."
Hong Wushou, the Second Elder of the Outer Court dressed in white robes and maintaining a serious expression, said, "I don't think it's that simple. Although the Attribute Spirit Pillar couldn't detect this kid's Spiritual Root initially, when he emitted True Qi fluctuations, I encountered an attribute I've never seen before—far more powerful than that of an ordinary Single Attribute Spiritual Root. Over this past month, I've scoured through records in the Inner Sect's Scripture Repository regarding Spiritual Root attributes and finally found a fragment in an obscure corner that mentioned that in Ancient Times, Spiritual Root classifications included more than just Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth; Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning; Ice; there are also extremely rare Spiritual Roots known as Exotic Spiritual Roots. One line from that fragment shocked me: 'The emergence of an Exotic Spiritual Root signifies the arrival of a supreme being.'"
"That sounds exaggerated, Second Brother! If we're talking about special cases, who could be more special than that kid meditating with a Mixed Spiritual Root? Can he also become a supreme being?"
In the clouds of the sky, a middle-aged man enveloped in Purple Qi asked a hazy old man shrouded in White Mist, "Master, what do you think about this matter?"
The old man in White Mist replied, "The death of a few people is nothing. Back during the great war in the Cultivation world, cultivators nearly faced extinction. Those who did not grow amidst bloodshed will always be like flowers in a greenhouse, unable to withstand storms. The reason I do not want you to interfere in the disputes among the Sect disciples is that several old fellows have sent me messages informing me that their most favored descendants have been sent to Myriad Spirit Sect. This is because the Central Sovereign's Heavenly Mechanism Stele has predicted that an unparalleled Treasure will appear, and its location is our Myriad Spirit Sect. When the time comes, let them compete fairly for it; whoever obtains it will still be one of our Myriad Spirit Sect's people. However..."
The old man shrouded in White Mist hesitated, and the middle-aged man enveloped in Purple Qi respectfully asked, "What is it, Master?"
"But according to my observations, the Spiritual Root attributes of those old fellows who contacted me should all be in the Inner Sect by now. Yet the aura of this Old Guy below seems reminiscent of someone from back then."
The tone of the White Mist Elder grew increasingly quiet.
The middle-aged man enveloped in Purple Qi was shocked but knew there were some things he should not ask about. Thus, he stood respectfully beside the old man without saying a word. If anyone were to witness this scene, they would be greatly astonished, for that middle-aged man was the leader of Myriad Spirit Sect, yet he stood so deferentially beside this elder, treating him as his master.
Meanwhile, Long Xiao Wu was threatening a young man in green beside Dojo, demanding he either kneel or be crippled. The young man's face turned pale with fear as he trembled and eventually knelt down.
The changes at Dojo left everyone astonished; they never expected this boastful fat man could turn the tide alone. Especially his method that turned others' limbs into white bones was too bizarre. The dozens of people within Dojo screamed in terror; no one dared to stick their necks out anymore.
At that moment, Leader Youth hid behind the crowd and pulled out a slender Copper Flute from his pocket, aiming it at Long Xiao Wu's back of the head before blowing into it.
Whoosh!
After breaking free from his seal, Long Xiao Wu's spiritual awareness heightened significantly. Sensing something unusual behind him, he instinctively reached out and grasped a colorful steel needle in his hand—clearly a poison needle!
Long Xiao Wu glared at the sneaky Leader Youth hiding behind the crowd and shouted angrily, "It's you again! You keep provoking me; if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know how to write 'death'!"
Long Xiao Wu spoke, his presence as striking as a mountain emerging from the clouds, his body shimmering like gold under the blazing sun. He soared into the air, causing the floor of the Dojo to collapse beneath him with a thunderous crash, landing right in front of Leader Youth, who looked at him with a mocking expression.
The young man, startled and no longer caring about his dignity, hurled the Copper Flute at Long Xiao Wu and turned to flee outside the Dojo. Long Xiao Wu caught the Copper Flute, which emitted a metallic hum as he gripped it tightly, resembling a Spartan spear. He hurled the Copper Flute forcefully at Leader Youth's leg, piercing through one of his legs. Leader Youth roared in pain, cursing incessantly.
"Why don't you kill me in front of everyone if you're so capable? Otherwise, I swear I won't let you off!" Leader Youth threatened while clutching his wounded leg, confident that no one would dare to kill a fellow disciple in broad daylight.
Suddenly, from the other side of the Dojo, someone leaped down from above. It was Li Heng, a sixth-level Qi Refinement Stage cultivator with a golden wind attribute. He held a massive Azure Stone Tablet above his head and shouted, "I'm here!"
With a thunderous crash, the stone tablet landed on Zhao Yang's head. Blood streamed from Zhao Yang's mouth and nose, yet he remained motionless, slowly opening his eyes.
"Zhao Yang!" Long Xiao Wu was taken aback that someone would dare to harm Zhao Yang at that moment. Enraged, his eyes flashed red as he transformed into a blur and appeared before Li Heng in an instant. He threw a punch that surged with immense power, akin to a Flood Dragon rising from the water. The surrounding crowd felt a wave of heat wash over them and instinctively stepped back; even the Three Outer Sect Elders on the Summit and the Master of All Spirits in the clouds were taken aback.
"This aura..." White Mist Elder murmured to himself.
Li Heng, who usually prided himself on his attacks and agility, showed surprise as both of his arms transformed into bronze limbs to shield himself. With a loud crash, he was sent flying backward, blood surging within him as he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
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