Chapter 1168: Chapter 1168: Drama King
After winning, Frost Heaven raised his head and gave a broad smile to Yang Yan floating in the air.
However, to the uninformed disciples, this was undoubtedly a blatant provocation.
In just a short moment, some even began looking forward to a fight between Frost Heaven and Saint Son Yang Yan.
Then, Frost Heaven walked over to the disciple he had just blasted off the challenge stage and said plainly, "On a real battlefield, you’d be dead by now."
The disciple, who had just experienced a swift defeat, was utterly dumbfounded, still not recovered from the result of his loss.
It wasn’t until he saw Frost Heaven retrieve a slender longsword that he started to understand why his Spiritual Power Shield had shattered.
"Stop! What kind of Magical Treasure is that sword?" the person yelled from the ground, unwilling to accept the truth.
Frost Heaven glanced at him and said indifferently, "The sword’s name is Cold Wind; it’s just a sword I carry with me."
Having said that, Frost Heaven turned to leave.
"I don’t accept this! How could a non-Magical Treasure break my Spiritual Power Shield? Hmph! What’s the worth of your ten swords, if not for relying on the power of a Magical Treasure to bully?"
The disciple on the ground screamed in unwillingness, verging on hysteria.
Hearing this, Frost Heaven suddenly stopped, slowly raised his head, and said to the steward in charge of this challenge stage:
"If I’m not mistaken, can those who don’t accept the outcome challenge again, but with double the stakes, right?"
Then, he turned his head again, looking down at the person coldly and asked, "Do you dare? If not, then later, bring the equivalent cultivation resources to my place."
The person was completely intimidated by Frost Heaven’s aura, opened his mouth but couldn’t say a single word.
Frost Heaven snorted coldly and left straightaway, and this matter ended amid the astonished and awed gazes of the crowd.
Soon after, for some reason, Frost Heaven and Yang Yan had another dispute, angrily flying out of the Butcher Palace, while Yang Yan always had a grim face and even avoided all guests.
Even Guo Guoguo and Elder Dugu were turned away at the door that day.
The next morning, Yang Yan discovered that Jing Hong, Fu Changjian, and San Qian had left without saying goodbye, leaving only a farewell letter in Fu Changjian’s room.
They quietly disappeared from Yang Yan’s perception range, and no one in the sect saw them again, suggesting they had already left the Ancient Abyss Sect.
Guo Guoguo, having faced a closed door the previous day, knew Yang Yan wouldn’t be in a good mood and took the initiative to console him.
This time, Yang Yan didn’t turn her away.
And surprisingly, there wasn’t any argument between them.
Inside the sect, some disciples who were already indifferent to the ten swords secretly laughed with joy.
This news spread quickly, making the Ancient Abyss Sect a laughingstock for a time.
With the situation now out in the open, other sects had no more scruples, even openly extending "olive branches" to the remaining members of the ten swords.
Rumors circulated outside that Sect Leader Lin An and the high-ranking members of the Ancient Abyss Sect were furious.
Everything fell into place naturally.
Ever since implementing this plan, the ten swords began seeking opportunities to infiltrate other sects as undercover agents.
Frost Heaven left silently by himself.
Subsequently, Jing Hong, Fu Changjian, and San Qian left letters and departed.
Now, Yang Yan was left with only six swords around him, four of whom were women, making it truly a case of yin flourishing over yang.
On this day, Yang Yan arrived at the martial arts arena to check on the cultivation of the remaining members. Perhaps the arrival of the ten swords caused deep resentment among the disciples, as many people always gathered whenever they practiced martial arts.
"Where are the others?"
Looking around, only Xiaocao, Ruyan, Wushuang, and Qingcheng were in the arena.
Yang Yan frowned and asked Xiaocao, who rarely spoke.
Xiaocao paused her cultivation, pursed her lips, shook her head, and said:
"I don’t know, My Lord. I think they might have gone to cultivate on their own! But, they have some grievances against you."
The others stopped their cultivation upon seeing Yang Yan.
"Oh? What grievances?" Yang Yan smiled lightly.
"They said you didn’t take good care of them and forgot your promises to them," Gongsun Ruyan answered truthfully.
"And they think you’re the reason Jing Hong and the others left," Mu Qingcheng interjected.
Yang Yan shook his head seemingly helpless, saying lightly, "They chose their paths, I didn’t intervene in any way."
"Besides, it’s because they themselves thought the treatment from other sects was better, which is why they left. Others think so too?"
Zhuge Wushuang shook her head and said wryly, "We talked about this last time, and everyone showed dissatisfaction toward you."
"Frost Heaven and Fu Changjian were closer to them when they left, maybe it influenced them."
"During the last cultivation, there was a sudden incident, and Frost Heaven believed it was a problem with the Spell you gave him, and we argued for a while."
"My Lord, we are all firmly on your side. However, Frost Heaven’s doubts resonated with the other three. There is nothing we could do."
The more Yang Yan heard, the darker his face became.
This group must have been born actors, mocking him so effortlessly.
And now, they even managed to deceive others.
Gongsun Ruyan quickly comforted Yang Yan upon seeing his poor complexion: "My Lord, don’t think too much about it, maybe they just have some misunderstanding about you. I can tell they still respect you."
Yang Yan nodded and said in a deep voice, "Everyone has their own thoughts, and I won’t interfere. No matter who it is, if there’s a problem, tell me, and I’ll do my best to help."
"As for those few, they are too eager for quick success. You must know haste breaks speed, every matter requires a natural course, cultivation especially so."
"I hope you work harder, don’t worry about their affairs, I have a grasp on the situation. Alright, continue your cultivation; I’ll take my leave now."
Yang Yan left these words and rose up, flying away into the sky.
"Yes, My Lord!"
The four people behind watched his disappearing figure and answered respectfully.
The other disciples who overheard their conversation couldn’t help but feel sorry for their Grandmaster Yang.
To encounter such ingrates.
"Hehe! We played this scene well, didn’t we? Surely we fooled many people." Zhuge Wushuang said to the others in private.
The plan proceeded step by step, and Yang Yan had no doubt about the capabilities of Fu Changjian and the others.
The wait was always long, but during this time, Yang Yan’s progress was astonishingly swift.
One morning, Elder Dugu knocked on the door of the Butcher Palace very early.
As soon as he entered, he said to Yang Yan, "Yang Yan, show me your recent cultivation achievements."
Yang Yan was not surprised; to coordinate with the performance, he had indeed become more high-profile recently.
As if he was in some kind of rivalry.
The speed of his progress was evident to everyone, and although Elder Dugu knew the inside story, he couldn’t help but feel eager.
"Alright, Elder."
After speaking, Yang Yan made a Spell, generating a small whirlwind in his hand.
Judging by its concentration, it was more than twice as strong as before.
He hadn’t even made a move yet, when Elder Dugu’s eyes lit up, clearly very satisfied with Yang Yan’s current growth.
