Chapter 112
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Chapter 112: Disciples Always Respect Their Masters
This time, the True Dragon did not rush to attack but spoke human words:
"Hand over my son and that person, and I will leave."
"You have a long-standing legacy in the He Dao Sect, and I do not wish to fight!"
Even when facing the He Dao Sect, the True Dragon remained imposing and fearless; this was the power of an adult True Spirit. Moreover, the True Dragon was among the best, possessing great strength.
That previous strike had merely been a test of the waters.
Hearing the True Dragon’s words, Ye Wuchen remained unfazed. He drew his sword again, unleashing a massive wave of Thousands of Sword Energies toward the True Dragon in the sky.
The Sword Light flashed, splitting the clouds in two. This was even more impressive than the sword he used to break the calamity that day.
From within the thunderclouds came the furious roar of the True Dragon:
"How dare a mere sect challenge my Dragon Clan!"
Then came a roar from its mouth.
As the sound traveled, the formations of the He Dao Sect trembled; even a casual strike from the True Dragon held immense power.
Ye Wuchen merely snorted lightly as he flew into the sky, surrounded by streaks of Sword Light.
In the thunderclouds, the roars of the True Dragon clashed with the scattering Sword Light.
The disciples below stared in shock, their eyes filled with awe and fear.
Initially, many disciples had been indifferent to Jingtan Peak, considering it just two people, with Peak Master Ye not having fought for many years.
Who would have expected that when he did take action, it was to battle a top-tier True Spirit!
High in the He Dao Sect’s main hall, Headmaster Li and several elders watched the scene above, accompanied by a few other Peak Masters.
"The True Dragon, favored by heaven and earth, is indeed powerful," one elder remarked, witnessing the battle in the sky and unable to restrain his admiration.
Headmaster Li merely smiled lightly:
"Just a True Spirit! Nothing to fear!"
After saying this, a glimmer of confidence flashed in Headmaster Li’s eyes.
While the True Dragon was strong, the He Dao Sect was even stronger. A single True Dragon posed little threat; even if a few more appeared, so what?
However, the True Spirits were not fighting alone; they had other True Spirits behind them. This was their alliance against the cultivators, which is why everyone was merely watching and not intervening.
Moreover, facing the True Dragon was Peak Master Ye, so there was nothing to worry about.
"He has grown stronger again," sighed Hao Tian, the Peak Master of Denglong Peak.
The other Peak Masters also slowly shook their heads, acknowledging that a pure sword cultivator was indeed formidable.
The situation with Fang Zhan continued, but many disciples could not see the battle clearly, only faintly hearing some sharp sounds, as if the sword energy was striking against scales.
Ji Yang looked up but could only make out some vague shapes.
This made Ji Yang feel a little worried.
In the past, a single strike from the Master would suffice, but it seemed that this battle was not easy.
Could it be that he was to inherit Jingtan Peak so soon?
He wondered what requirements there might be for becoming the Peak Master and realized he needed to think it over carefully.
As Junior Brother Ji pondered, another furious roar came from deep within the Thunderclouds:
"Hand over my son, and I will leave!"
…
The battle continued without pause.
In a little while, another voice echoed:
"You in the He Dao Sect bully others with your power; my clan will not let you off!"
The arrogance that had been present earlier vanished, clearly indicating that they were on the losing side of the fight.
After some time, as the Thunderclouds faded, the True Dragon retreated, having lost more than half of its whiskers and several scales:
"You in the He Dao Sect will bring disaster upon your sect!"
"Hmph."
Ye Wuchen let out a cold snort and transformed into a streak of Sword Light, chasing after it.
Seeing Ye Wuchen pursue closely, the True Dragon dared not say another word and hurriedly fled.
Watching the two chase and flee, many disciples finally realized what was happening, their eyes filled with admiration.
When would I be like Peak Master Ye?
As Junior Brother Ji looked at the distant figures, he sighed; it seemed that inheriting Jingtan Peak was still not the right time.
What a pity.
However, with such a powerful Master, Junior Brother Ji felt a surge of confidence.
What matters in this world?
Background!
Power!
Now, with Ye Wuchen racing ahead, it seemed he could be a little more brazen in the sect from now on.
"Ahem, um, Junior Brother Ji?"
Hearing the call, Ji Yang turned to see Steward Zhou, whom he had met before.
At this moment, Steward Zhou looked at Ji Yang standing confidently over the True Dragon, wearing a slight smile.
"Oh, it’s Steward Zhou!"
Junior Brother Ji nodded.
"There’s no need to be polite, just call me Brother Zhou."
"Is there something you need, Steward Zhou? Or are you here to check on this week’s tasks?"
Junior Brother Ji asked curiously.
"Not at all, Junior Brother Ji has misunderstood."
"Senior Brother came here to inform you that you do not have to be punished here!"
Ji Yang was startled:
"Go out?"
He had just caught a True Dragon; how could he be asked to leave now?
Although his primordial spirit energy was low at the moment, after resting for another night, it would replenish significantly.
If luck were on his side, he might catch two more True Spirits, and then more Golden Light Points would be perfect.
Even if there were no Golden Light Points, having some Blue Light Points would also be quite good.
And now they wanted him to leave?
Was there no justice left in the world?
Thinking this, Ji Yang stated firmly:
"Senior Brother Zhou has misunderstood. Even if I have caught a True Dragon, it does not cover the remaining punishment."
"Moreover, my temperament is still lacking; I am hot-tempered and easily angered. These are all signs of poor mental cultivation. Therefore, I believe it is more appropriate to continue honing my mental cultivation at Tianxing Lake."
Ji Yang spoke confidently, while Steward Zhou wore a strange expression.
To prove his hot temper, Ji Yang stepped on the young True Dragon beneath him a couple more times, saying agitatedly:
"Your father scared me to death!"
The young True Dragon whimpered a bit.
Seeing Steward Zhou look at him, Ji Yang smiled and continued:
"Plus, the Master ordered me to be punished for three months, and since that time has not yet passed, how could a disciple leave without the Master’s command? Wouldn’t that be disrespectful to the teachings?"
"Anyone familiar with me knows that my strength is not high, and my talent is quite ordinary, but I always respect my elders!"
"This…"
Steward Zhou showed a troubled expression.
Meanwhile, Ji Yang leisurely put the True Dragon into his Spiritual Beast Bag.
"Get lost!"
At that moment, a familiar voice echoed from afar.
Before Ji Yang could say much, his surroundings shifted, and in the next moment, he found himself far away from Tianxing Lake.
When Ji Yang snapped back to attention, he saw a familiar white Fishing Line disappearing before him, accompanied by the familiar voice:
"I will speak with Ye Wuchen!"
"Now, you are not allowed to set foot in Tianxing Lake!"
Ji Yang’s face darkened, and he hurriedly tried to rush in, but an invisible formation instantly blocked him outside.
Staring at the Tianxing Lake, which was so close, Ji Yang shouted loudly:
"Is there no justice left in the world?!"
"I came here to be punished and to refine my heart! How can Senior Uncle refuse a disciple at the door?"
…
Listening to Ji Yang’s shouts from outside, the old man’s face darkened. He stopped listening and turned back into Tianxing Lake.
Since Ji Yang arrived, his own gains had dwindled considerably.
If Ji Yang kept fishing for a few more days, would he even need to open Tianxing Lake anymore?
What would he catch next after True Spirits? Besides, he suspected that the Black Leaf Lotus wasn’t an unclaimed object either.
Now he finally felt much more at ease.
Watching the spiritual fish swimming beneath the lake’s surface, the old man smiled and cast his rod.
