Chapter 198: Chapter 198: The Spirit of a Martial Artist
With a large group sealing off the residence of the Positive Pole Sect, a top-notch member of the Gown Gang approached to knock on the door.
"Who are you all?"
The disciple from the Positive Pole Sect responsible for opening the door was startled to see the people outside. When he saw Lai Lingyao, his pupils contracted dramatically, but he pretended not to know.
"Didn’t a young boy come here recently and stay? This man killed many of my Gown Gang brothers. Bring him out."
The Gown Gang expert who knocked on the door spoke coldly.
The righteous schools emphasize courtesy before action, otherwise they wouldn’t waste time with talk and simply barge in to seize the person.
"Swordsmen, you must be mistaken, there is no such person."
The Positive Pole Sect disciple said tremblingly.
"Lying through your teeth, get lost."
Having walked all the necessary steps, the Gown Gang expert was no longer polite. With a casual wave of his hand, he directly sent the Positive Pole Sect disciple flying out, spewing a mouthful of blood in the air.
"Yang Shisan."
Hearing the commotion, the other members of the Positive Pole Sect also ran out. Seeing this scene, they all shouted. Immediately, many people went to help Yang Shisan, and a lot of people glared angrily at the invading Gown Gang experts.
Yang Jiuding took disciples strictly and cautiously, so the disciples in the sect were almost all raised by him. They felt deep affection for each other. Seeing Yang Shisan severely injured, they all wished to rush toward the person who did it.
"A group of ignorant puppies."
The Gown Gang expert sneered with contempt, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Yang Jiuding forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.
He had already learned from Shi Xiaole about the whole thing. It was the Gown Gang who were greedy and tried to seize his property first, but they were acting so aggressively now, and even injured his own disciples. It was really shameless.
Unfortunately, the power in the Martial World is stronger than individuals.
Looking at the large group of experts on the opposite side, Yang Jiuding’s heart cooled. He had to be careful, otherwise if he provoked the Gown Gang, exterminating the Positive Pole Sect would be a matter of minutes.
The local government?
Not to mention the unspoken rule that Martial World matters are settled in the Martial World, just considering the relationship between the Gown Gang and the local government, the latter might not be willing to help.
"Master Lai came here, is it for the matter of joining the Gown Gang? After lengthy consideration, I have decided to lead the Positive Pole Sect disciples to join the Gown Gang."
Yang Jiuding clasped his hands towards Lai Qianyong, who was at the center of the crowd.
"Good, Sect Leader Yang is indeed smart. However, this time, I came here for another person. Let’s be frank, bring him out."
Lai Qianyong stood with his hands behind his back, on the high steps of the door, speaking down from a high position.
As he spoke, he pushed his power to its limit, everything within a radius of tens of meters was under his control.
Within the small area of the Positive Pole Sect’s two courtyards, not a single stir of wind or grass could escape his perception. Combined with the surrounding Gown Gang experts, not even a mosquito would dare to sneak out.
What puzzled Lai Qianyong was that, apart from the people on the scene, he could not sense the heartbeat or breath of any other person.
"Master Lai, I don’t understand what you mean."
Seeing his expression, Yang Jiuding sneered secretly.
The secret chamber from that year was specially created by him according to the records on the ancestral scroll, and he had increased the protection with array system.
Unfortunately, due to the limitation of the array system, it could at most accommodate two people. Otherwise, the aura would leak out. Otherwise, he would have all his people hide in there, and see how the Gown Gang would force them.
"Since Sect Leader Yang sincerely wants to join my Gown Gang, you’re one of us now. You wouldn’t mind if I send someone to search, would you?"
Lai Qianyong’s eyes were sharp, and he smiled faintly.
Many disciples of the Positive Pole Sect were about to reproach him subconsciously, but they were stopped by Yang Jiuding, who said, "At your disposal."
As long as they couldn’t find anyone, they couldn’t do anything to the Positive Pole Sect. And if they sent someone to monitor afterwards, Shi Xiaole could just stay in the secret chamber for a year and a half. Weren’t they afraid of finding an opportunity to leave?
Dozens of Gown Gang experts stormed into every room in the courtyard, rummaging through boxes and cupboards, not letting any corner escape until they came back disappointed after a while.
"Impossible!"
Lai Lingyao shouted, her eyes riveted on Yang Jiuding, barked, "Tell me, where have you hidden the boy? If you dare to conceal it, you’ll have only one way: death!"
The intelligence of the Gown Gang could never be wrong. That boy had not left, Yang Jiuding must be up to something.
"The person you are looking for is really not here."
Yang Jiuding said.
"Master, it seems some people won’t tell the truth unless we exert ourselves."
A triangle-eyed man smirked coldly. He was the Protector of the Gown Gang, with a cultivation at the early stage of Xuan Qi Realm.
"Sect Leader Yang, are you insisting on this?"
Lai Qianyong sighed resignedly up to the sky. At the same time, a heavy and horrifying sense of intent to kill radiated in all directions from Lai Qianyong as the center.
Being in this killing aura, Yang Jiuding and the disciples of the Positive Pole Sect felt weak all over. The chill reached their bones, chilling them from head to foot.
A Qi Absorption ninth level expert could form his own aura. And the aura of a Xuanqi Realm expert was undoubtedly several times stronger than a Qi Absorption ninth level expert.
Those with lower realms, when facing such an aura, will reduce their fighting spirit, and it will be difficult to exert seven or eight percent of their full strength.
"I’m not his match."
Yang Jiuding looked pale. The scariest part was, this killing intent told him, as long as he continued to deny, Lai Qianyong would definitely strike at the Positive Pole Sect.
At that time...
"Master."
Someone at his side made a low, trembling call.
No one is fearless of death, especially these young people who haven’t experienced hardships. Except for Yang Zheng and Yang Yi, the other disciples didn’t know that the Gown Gang was looking for Shi Xiaole. But they had vague guesses about it.
Now they were facing a life-or-death decision. Of course, only the master knew where the person they were looking for was. It would all depend on his choice.
Multiple complex gazes fell upon him, causing Yang Jiuding to break into a hearty laughter, its resonance carrying an endless desolation. He then turned his gaze onto Lai Qianyong, saying word by word: "The person you are looking for has long gone. I have no idea where he is."
A gloom descended upon the eyes of many disciples.
Yang Zheng and Yang Yi glanced at each other, both broke into a grin.
"Hahaha, good, very good."
Lai Qianyong’s eyes were ferocious. He lifted his long arm and then lowered it. The Gown Gang’s masters, ready to fight and seething with killing intent, behaved like hunters, tensing their bodies, always ready to attack.
"Don’t kill them all. Capture some and interrogate them harshly."
With a savage expression, Lai Lingyao unsheathed her long sword and yelled.
Inside the secret chamber.
Shi Xiaole’s arm trembled repeatedly, swinging his sword. Visible to the naked eye, layers of sword light spread out like clouds, and within the clouds, the sword light was like a crescent moon, emanating a hazy brilliance.
Since the fusion with the Taiyue Three Green Peaks and the creation of the Landslide and Water Split move, Shi Xiaole had never given up on studying other sword moves.
In particular, the high-level integration of the Enchanted Moon Intent Realm and the Moon Concealing Sword Technique stimulated Shi Xiaole and gave him deep insights into the Thirteen Skills of Mystifying Cloud and Mist, which also emphasized technique and variability.
After days of practice, he had already integrated the Cloud Mist Thirteen Styles into a single move, but it was never perfect due to its incompatible coordination with the Enchanted Moon Intent Realm.
However, this imperfection was gradually disappearing in Shi Xiaole’s persistent practicing and arduous cultivation.
"The moon hides in the mist, reflecting the brilliance of the mist. The skill and intent of this sword should advance and retreat together, without distinction."
Having a new understanding, Shi Xiaole swings his sword again.
This time, there’s not a trace of imperfect integration. Like water running into a canal, free flowing like clouds and stream, even Shi Xiaole nearly loses himself in the atmosphere created by the sword technique.
The move is complete.
If combined with the Landslide and Water Split move, which possesses a 30-percent strange risk realm, it’s an extremely close secondary move. While the Eight Directions Storm is a completely secondary move.
This newly created move, in terms of its bizarre damage, it should also be a secondary move. However, the exact power of it depends on finding an opponent for a trial.
"Huh, what’s going on outside?"
Immersed in his solitary comprehension, Shi Xiaole heard the shouting outside. As if remembering something, his face changed abruptly. He speedily opened the door to the secret chamber and flew out as fast as possible.
"Attack!"
In the intense battle cry, a huge fight broke out in the front courtyard. Each and every one of the Gown Gang’s masters funneled their power, the first ones to rush out were two early Qi Absorption elites.
Even before the fighters landed, a vigorous surge of energy was already overwhelming.
Lai Qianyong and the others stood still, not making any moves.
A single Positive Pole Sect was not worth their personal involvement.
"Everyone retreat, Yang Pass Thirteen Palms!"
In the thunderous cry, Yang Jiuding was at the front line, sending out wave after wave of vigorous Qi from his palms, welcoming the two early Qi Absorption elites.
"Being a mantis trying to stop a chariot, you’re seeking your own death."
Realizing that Yang Jiuding was only at the seventh level of Qi Absorption, the arrogant Qi Absorption elite on the left let out a scathing laugh. His right leg, like the blade of a mantis, kicked out repeatedly, dispersing the palm power wave after wave.
"There’s no one at Yang Pass."
Yang Jiuding spread his legs apart, his body seemed racked with the weight of a thousand kilograms as he squatted down. Shortly after, he burst into motion, shooting up like a bullet, his right palm colliding directly with the opponent’s leg strength.
Bang!
An amazing scene took place: the one who was sent flying was not Yang Jiuding, but the Qi Absorption early elite.
Yang Jiuding’s martial arts realm was higher than Lai Qianyong’s, so even though his cultivation was slightly lower, he still managed to repel a Qi Absorption early-stage elite in a one-on-one fight.
"Hmm?"
Lai Qianyong was slightly surprised, then he began to laugh playfully.
"Impressive, but your death is assured."
The Qi Absorption elite who was sent flying was red in the face and his eyes were filled with killing intent. He pushed off the ground with his left foot, rushed up even faster than before. Another Qi Absorption early-stage elite, holding a knife in both hands, simultaneously slashed at Yang Jiuding.
Bang! Bang!
Yang Jiuding struggled to fend off the first wave with the two of them combined, but started to retreat during the second wave. By the third wave, he spat out blood from his mouth, his body flew out like a ragdoll, and landed powerlessly on the ground.
"Master!"
The Positive Pole Sect disciples were horrified, as they hastened to protect Yang Jiuding.
"I’m sorry."
Coughing up blood from the corners of his mouth, Yang Jiuding gave the disciples a bitter smile.
The elder was Gu Danchen’s disciple, so he ultimately chose to sacrifice himself and his disciples. His life was of little value, he could only hope that his disciples didn’t blame him.
"Master, I understand."
Yang Zheng, the senior disciple, said, his square face showed the same determination as the master’s.
A true man may not be capable, but must have principles. Since they retained the young elder, they had to protect his safety, even if they had to pay with their lives.
This was the integrity of a warrior.
"A bunch of idiots, you won’t die. What awaits you is endless torture until you spill the truth."
The Qi Absorption elite who had deployed leg techniques let out a wild laugh. Taking the lead, he charged towards the crowd. His shadow once again covered the bodies of the Positive Pole Sect disciples present.
At this moment, however, a sword whistling sound echoed from the backyard. A blue light was shot out and quickly arrived on the scene, coming from behind but arriving first.
