Chapter 17 – The Value Of Talismans (1/2)
When he saw Yang Ye nod, the rugged man roared with laughter. With his perception, he was able to determine with a single glance that Yang Ye was probably a disciple of a sect that had come to temper himself. Moreover, Yang Ye held a sword in his hand, so he was probably a disciple of the Sword Sect. Thus, he was naturally happy to have a disciple of the Sword Sect join them.
The rugged man introduced himself. “Young Brother, I’m Man’zi, and I’m the leader of this group. There are a total of four people including me in our group. Now, with you joining us, it’ll be five people.”
“Yang Ye!” Yang Ye smiled as he nodded. He had a slightly good impression of this frank man that stood before him.
Man’zi led Yang Ye to his group. Man’zi’s group was made up of three men and one woman. Man’zi pointed with his right hand at the only woman and said, “Young Brother, this is my younger sister, Qing Hong. She’s at the ninth rank of the Mortal Realm.”
When he looked along the direction Man’zi pointed and saw the woman, Yang Ye was slightly astounded. The woman was around 20 years ago, and her dressing was extremely revealing. She wore a very short beast skin wrapped around her chest, whereas, her cream colored stomach was revealed beneath her chest. It was even to the extent that her belly b.u.t.ton was fully revealed. As for her lower body, she wore a short skin skirt that revealed a pair of slender and long pure white legs.
A black colored dark iron longbow hung on the woman’s right shoulder, and she seemed to be extremely valiant and heroic.
The woman nodded lightly, and then Yang Ye withdrew his gaze. Even though the woman was beautiful, it was enough to just admire her beauty for a moment, and it would be slightly rude to continue staring.
Qing Hong nodded amiably to Yang Ye because Yang Ye hadn’t revealed that sort of gaze towards her like others did, and this caused her to arouse a trace of a good impression of Yang Ye.
Man’zi pointed at a man at the side who was around 25 years old, and he said, “Xiao Hei, he’s at the peak of the ninth rank of the Mortal Realm, and he utilizes a dagger. He’s our group’s main attacker!”
The man called Xiao Hei obviously didn’t like to talk, and he just nodded to Yang Ye. After that, he continued playing with the pitch black dagger in his hand.
Man’zi pointed at the last man and said, “Xiu Yuan, he utilizes a sword as well, and he’s at the peak of the ninth rank of the Mortal Realm. He has the best chance amongst all of us to become a First Heaven Realm expert!”
When he heard this, Yang Ye looked at the last man. The last man was around 23 years old, and he had a slightly handsome appearance. However, he revealed quite undisguised arrogance on his face. Moreover, Yang Ye even sensed that this man’s gaze towards him faintly carries a strand of vigilance.
Yang Ye glanced a Qing Hong and then seemed to be lost in thought. After that, he nodded before withdrawing his gaze because he didn’t want to care about all this nonsense.
“Young Brother, what rank are you at in the Mortal Realm?” Meanwhile, Xiu Yuan looked at Yang Ye and seemed to ask casually.
When they heard him, the others looked at Yang Ye as well because since Yang Ye dared to come to Grand Myriad Mountains at such a young age, his strength would definitely not be weak.
“The seventh rank of the Mortal Realm!” Yang Ye nodded and spoke truthfully.
“The seventh rank of the Mortal Realm?” All of them were stunned when they heard Yang Ye, and even Man’zi’s eyes revealed slight astonishment. According to their expectations, since Yang Ye came to the Grand Myriad Mountains at such a young age and used a sword, he ought to be a disciple of the Sword Sect, and the disciples of the Sword Sect had to be at the ninth rank of the Mortal Realm before they could leave the sect to temper themselves!
“You aren’t a disciple of the Sword Sect?” Xiu Yuan was astounded.
Yang Ye shook his head. At this moment, he really couldn’t be considered as a disciple of the Sword Sect because Labor Disciples weren’t considered within the scope of being disciples!
When he saw Yang Ye shake his head, Xiu Yuan laughed with ridicule while a mocking smile curled up on the corners of his mouth. Moreover, his att.i.tude instantly took a 360 degree turn as he said, “Kid, you’re only at the seventh rank of the Mortal Realm, so you’re courting death by entering the Grand Myriad Mountains. It’s better for you to cultivate for a few years before coming back!”
Man’zi hesitated before he said in a light voice, “Young Brother, the Grand Myriad Mountains are filled with danger, and it’s truly slightly dangerous to enter it with your strength.” He’d originally thought Yang Ye was a disciple of the Sword Sect, yet he’d never expected that he’d made a mistake.