Chapter 189: Chapter 42: Summit of the Heavenly Gang Mountain_5
The atmosphere in the hall instantly turned somber, Xi Wen and the other six looked at each other, he said solemnly: "Tell me, how did our Ninth junior brother die?"
Ah Dai revealed a sorrowful and angry expression in his eyes, and said bitterly: "It was the Assassin’s Guild, it was the members of the Assassin’s Guild who killed Uncle Owen."
Zhou Wen’s whole body aura burst out, he angrily said: "So it was those bastards, they wreak havoc all over the continent, killing people indiscriminately. To think that they even went after our little junior brother... Hmph, if I don’t wipe them out, my name isn’t Zhou Wen." Having said this, he turned around, ready to storm out.
Xi Wen furrowed his eyebrows, urging in a low voice: "Old Seven, get back here, let’s first clarify what happened."
Although Zhou Wen has a fiery temper, he had a bit of fear towards his eldest senior brother. In his early days in the Sect, many of his martial art skills were taught by Xi Wen as a surrogate for their Master. Upon hearing his command, Zhou Wen could only stop in his tracks.
Xi Wen directed at Lu Wen: "Fourth junior brother, have disciples arrange accommodations for Yan Shi and the others. Immediately after, we’ll bring Ah Dai to see our Master."
Lu Wen gave a nod of acknowledgment and turned to leave.
Xuan Yue approached Ah Dai and said, "I...I want to go with Ah Dai."
It was only now that Xi Wen noticed the little girl in front of him. He gave a slight smile and said: "Young lady, you must be from the Holy Church. Ah Dai’s situation relates to some secrets of our Tian Gang Sword Sect. Please rest instead for now. Once he returns, he’ll naturally find you."
Xuan Yue was startled. The old man before her gave her the feeling that he could see through everything. His invisible pressure seemed to be no less than her father’s. Subconsciously, she nodded and stayed quiet.
In reality, in terms of power, Xi Wen, who was good at martial arts, was slightly inferior to Xuan Ye, who specialized in holy magic. However, this was merely due to some special qualities of magic. Xi Wen’s profound skills were even superior to Owen’s. He was the top expert in the Tian Gang Sword Sect, second only to the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang.
Yan Shi had an enlightened look and said: "Yue Yue, so you’re from the Holy Church. No wonder you were so opposed to it when I suggested going to the Church last time. Did you run away from there?"
Xuan Yue glared at Yan Shi and scolded: "It’s none of your business."
Lu Wen returned quickly. Two third-generation disciples followed him in, escorting Yan Shi, his brothers, and an unwilling Xuan Yue out.
Ah Dai also didn’t want to part with Xuan Yue, but remembering Owen’s last words, he still held back. After learning about Owen’s confirmed death, Xi Wen felt an overwhelming heaviness in his heart. He sighed and said: "Let’s go, let’s meet our respected Master." Then, he and his six junior brothers led Ah Dai out of the hall, crossing the courtyard and heading straight to the cave on the back of Tian Gang Mountain, where the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang cultivated.
The pressure brought about by the seven second-generation disciples from the Tian Gang Sword Sect was enormous for Ah Dai. He involuntarily started circulating his True Qi inside his body. As they walked, Xi Wen asked: "Ah Dai, you’ve been with Owen for quite a while, haven’t you? You must have cultivated your Life Skill to the fifth level. Owen was really a good teacher!" Among Xi Wen’s disciples, none of them particularly stood out, which made him somewhat envious of Owen.
Ah Dai said: "I’ve studied martial arts with Uncle Owen for five years. He taught me many things."
The seven of Xi Wen looked at each other, they simultaneously gasped in surprise. A regular disciple from the Tian Gang Sword Sect could only reach the second level of the Life Skill after five years of cultivation if they were talented enough. Like Liao Yi, who had been cultivating for ten years and had reached the third-level, he was already considered a prodigy. But the seemingly clueless child in front of them had only practiced for five years and already reached the fifth level, this was simply unbelievable to them. They all fell into silence, they couldn’t figure out how Owen had achieved this. Could it be that this clueless child was a once-in-a-century genius?
