Chapter 476: Chapter 462: An Arrogant and Flamboyant Entrance
"Those bastards from the Artifact Origin Sect are truly despicable and shameless," the Elder Ancestor of Evil Wind Valley said resentfully. "They definitely have powerful experts waiting just outside the Profound Dao Sect, but they put on an act, sending a few juniors up the mountain to feign a low profile. Then they use these Spirit Pattern Pillars to crush every sect’s Artifact Refiners and plunder their Spirit Array Maps!"
"What’s the use of saying that now? All we can do is wait for Xiaolang to return. If even he doesn’t have a solution when he gets back, then we’ll have no choice but to admit defeat," Lu Xuehan said.
Yuan Huayi nodded. "The Spirit Array Maps within these nine Spirit Pattern Pillars are a complex web of interlocking and overlapping arrays. Once an Artifact Refiner’s Divine Thought gets caught, they are trapped unless the Artifact Origin Sect lets them go. They can even lock a person’s Divine Thought inside permanently, or scramble their Divine Sense and turn them into an idiot... I don’t think we should let Xiaolang take the risk. So what if we lose face? It’s better than sending Xiaolang into danger."
The Elder Ancestors all recognized the gravity of the situation, and their hearts sank.
At that moment, the atmosphere in the Martial Arts Arena grew even more oppressive. The emotions of the Profound Dao Sect disciples were on the verge of spiraling out of control.
If not for the Elders of each peak keeping them in check, a torrent of curses would have likely been hurled at the people from the Artifact Origin Sect.
Meanwhile, the members of the Artifact Origin Sect were practically dripping with smugness, standing on the Martial Arts Arena and looking down on everyone with utter contempt.
The men standing beneath the Spirit Pattern Pillars let their eyes brazenly rove over the chests of the Profound Dao Sect’s female disciples, their lecherous intent completely unconcealed.
"This little Profound Dao Sect doesn’t have many Artifact Refiners, but their female disciples are quite tender, aren’t they?"
one of the men beneath the Spirit Pattern Pillars said with a grin.
"I was just wondering. I’d never heard the Profound Dao Sect was filled with beauties, so how are there so many stunning women here? What a waste, what a real waste!"
another chimed in.
Their gazes converged on a corner of the viewing platform, where Nalan Ziyun, Shen Moran, Zi Lan, Jun Qiluo, and Tang Yiyi were seated.
Each was a heavenly beauty with a unique temperament and her own distinct charm, forming a breathtaking scene in the Martial Arts Arena.
"They must have a death wish!" Nalan Ziyun seethed, but Shen Moran and Zi Lan grabbed her arms, preventing her from standing.
A charming smile played on Jun Qiluo’s lips, but a flash of killing intent glinted in her eyes.
Tang Yiyi remained expressionless, but the chill radiating from her forced the nearby Profound Dao Sect disciples to frantically start cultivating to resist it. The teeth of many disciples with weaker cultivation were chattering loudly.
"Who the hell are these pieces of trash? I fucking can’t take it anymore!"
Fuming, Cai Chaoqun shot to his feet.
He had just stood up when a large rod snaked out from behind him and cracked him on the head, knocking him out cold.
The group stared speechlessly at Zhang Cheng, who brandished his large rod and struck a self-righteous pose, glaring back defiantly.
Chen Tianci shook his head helplessly. "I don’t know why, but even though you look nothing like Yan Qi, I always mistake you for him... I just told you to knock him out. Did you have to use so much force? Were you trying to kill him with one swing?"
"Hey... Fatty, comparing me to Yan Qi? I can’t accept that! I protest!" Zhang Cheng retorted indignantly. "How is Yan Qi even half as handsome, dashing, and suave as I am?"
Everyone rolled their eyes.
Chen Tianci suddenly froze and grabbed Mo Ge.
"What is it?" Mo Ge asked coldly.
Chen Tianci said hurriedly, "Your killing intent is surging. Are you thinking of killing someone? You can’t act rashly! This is a matter between two Sects. If you attack someone from the Artifact Origin Sect, there will be serious trouble."
Everyone was startled and immediately tried to talk him down, terrified that Mo Ge would actually go down there and slaughter the members of the Artifact Origin Sect.
Chen Tianci tried to placate him again. "Don’t worry. Young Master Lang has been gone for several days; things over there should be settled by now. War Wolf Commander Shadow Charm’s speed is nearly on par with a Xuanwu Realm Eighth Heaven expert. At that speed, the journey to the Dark Moon Abyss doesn’t take very long. If my calculations are correct, Young Master Lang is probably already on his way back and should be close to the Profound Dao Sect."
"Let’s not do anything rash. Let’s just endure it a little longer. Trust me, I’m the man who’s going to become the Barbarian Emperor!"
On the outskirts of the crowd, the four War Wolf Commanders hid in the shadows, quietly watching everything unfold in the Martial Arts Arena.
Back in the Martial Arts Arena, under the control of the various peak Elders, the thousands of Profound Dao Sect disciples finally fell silent. However, the atmosphere only grew more tense and eerie.
In the center of the Martial Arts Arena, the nine disciples from the Artifact Origin Sect laughed and joked with even more brazenness.
They openly sized up and commented on the Profound Dao Sect’s female disciples, their lecherous gazes sweeping over them again and again.
In the now quiet Martial Arts Arena, the sound of their chatter was exceptionally grating and loud.
Their insolent gazes pushed the simmering emotions of the Profound Dao Sect disciples to the bursting point.
At a command from the four War Wolf Commanders, the members of War Wolf slipped into the crowd like ghosts, ready to prevent the disciples from rioting.
It had been several days.
Every day had been the same. Every day had felt like this.
Each day dragged on like a year. The frustration was suffocating.
And now, these people from the Artifact Origin Sect had become so brazen as to turn their sights on the female disciples of the Profound Dao Sect!
An indescribable humiliation coiled in everyone’s hearts, refusing to dissipate.
As time passed, the suppressed emotions of the Profound Dao Sect disciples finally reached their breaking point.
Just then, a faint yet vigorous and powerful song drifted from the distance.
At this moment, everyone fell silent...
"Apple and pear trees were blooming, mists were creeping on the river. Katusha walked out onto the bank, the steep and lofty bank. She was singing a song of a grey eagle of the steppes, of the one she loved, whose letters she cherished..."
Shen Lang’s voice drifted over from the distance. In the Martial Arts Arena, every disciple of the Profound Dao Sect leaped to their feet and let out a resounding cheer.
The pent-up frustration of thousands of disciples erupted in that moment. The cheer thundered across the sky above Heaven-Reaching Peak, causing the faces of the Artifact Origin Sect members to turn pale.
All eyes followed the sound...
In the distant sky, three figures appeared. The one in the lead was none other than Shen Lang.
To Shen Lang’s left, a young woman in white sat in a wheelchair, bathed in a radiant, auspicious light, her demeanor calm and composed.
To his right stood a large, burly man with a furious glare, looking like an Angry-eyed Vajra from the Buddhist Sect.
Everyone noticed something: a pair of black wings flapped gently behind Shen Lang, but there was no sign of Spiritual Wings behind the young woman in white or the Angry-eyed Vajra!
Shen Lang strode through the air with a smile, holding a foot-long baton in each hand, singing and dancing to the rhythm.
"Oh, this song, a maiden’s song, fly after the bright sun! And to the soldier on the distant border, from Katusha bring a greeting! And to the soldier on the distant border, from Katusha bring a greeting..."
The song had a bright, simple rhythm and a simple yet flowing, beautiful melody.
It immediately captured everyone’s attention, and many found themselves immersed in the music, forgetting all their earlier unpleasantness.
After flying over the Martial Arts Arena, Shen Lang pressed his hands downward, signaling for the crowd to be quiet.
When his singing was the only sound left, Shen Lang waved to someone in the crowd...
Almost instantly, Jun Qiluo, Zi Lan, and many others skilled in music stepped forward.
The Wooden Zither, a hammered dulcimer, a long flute, a pipa... all sorts of instruments were brought out.
They listened as Shen Lang finished the first verse, and when he started the second, they began to play, matching his rhythm.
It was as if a grand concert had begun right there in the Martial Arts Arena...
On the viewing platform, Su Wenxuan and the others could only shake their heads and smile wryly.
The group from the Artifact Origin Sect, however, were seething with impotent rage.
Whenever they went to any Sect to "spar," they were always the brilliant center of attention, drawing the eyes of multiple surrounding Sects.
Then they would display their might, beating their opponents into submission.
When had their thunder ever been stolen so easily?
’What the hell kind of show is this?’
’We’re here to wreck your Profound Dao Sect! Don’t you understand the situation?’
’You’re losing face, you’re about to lose even more face, and soon you’ll be utterly humiliated!’
’And you have the fucking nerve to ignore us and hold a concert?’
Tong Fan, the leader of the Artifact Origin Sect’s contingent, decided it was time for him to say something.
If he didn’t speak up, everyone would forget the Artifact Origin Sect was even there.
’But this kid who appeared out of nowhere has two suspected King Martial Realm experts behind him. He’s not someone to be trifled with.’
’Better to pick an easier target.’
"AHEM, AHEM." Tong Fan stood up and coughed loudly.
He then turned toward Sect Leader Su Wenxuan of the Profound Dao Sect on the viewing platform and said loudly, "The people of the Profound Dao Sect are certainly interesting, to be so cheerful in a situation like this. Or perhaps, did Sect Leader Su hire them specifically to celebrate the Profound Dao Sect’s humiliation?"
To his surprise, Su Wenxuan didn’t get angry. In fact, he acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, continuing to watch Shen Lang with a cheerful expression, nodding his head to the music...
as if he were fucking lost in the song!
Tong Fan nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Unable to stop himself, he infused his power into his voice and let out two more thunderous coughs.
A Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven expert was no ordinary person, after all. The sound of his coughs thundered across Heaven-Reaching Peak, echoing ceaselessly.
Shen Lang, still in mid-air, frowned and stopped singing. He shot Tong Fan a surprised glare.
Tong Fan sneered and tilted his head back to glare in return, only to hear Shen Lang say, "Old man, you’re coughing so hard. Are you sick? If you’re sick, you should get treated. Really, don’t give up on treatment."
"You... You... You..." Tong Fan had a hundred curses on the tip of his tongue.
But when he saw the menacing aura radiating from the Angry-eyed Vajra behind Shen Lang, he swallowed every last one of them.
’The Artifact Origin Sect certainly isn’t afraid of the Profound Dao Sect. But if I provoke them here and that King Martial Realm expert slaps me out of existence, it would be pointless even if the Artifact Origin Sect avenged me later.’
’Discretion is the better part of valor.’
’A wise man knows when to retreat.’
’Revenge is a dish best served cold...’
Tong Fan was indeed old and cunning. These few rationalizations were enough to calm him down completely.
"Sect Leader Su, don’t tell me this is that trash disciple you mentioned before, Shen Lang? Heh, what a grand entrance. To think a disciple like him actually has two King Martial Realm experts as his attendants!"
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