Chapter 6 : The Fiancé 2 (1/2)
Chapter 6 – The Fiancé (2)
Although he understood the truths behind the technique, his body could not keep up with his orders. He demanded perfection, yet it was hard to reach.
But Li Qi Ye was not deterred. He kept on practicing the martial arts. He became more refined after each swing. After one night, he had practiced more than three hundred times and slowly grasped the profound truth. Slowly, each of his blades became more accurate.
He understood that if he wanted to completely decimate the Heaven Demon Grotto, he must increase his efforts by ten fold, no, hundreds of folds in order to achieve his goal. No one understood the Heaven Demon Grotto better than him in the current era.
Within these three days, Li Qi Ye still had not left his villa; he imprisoned himself in the inner sanctum to perfect his blades. There were too many uncertainties in life and he must be in top shape in order to combat any disasters.
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Three days later, the journey to the Nine Saint Demon Gate had begun. Only Nan Huai Ren and a sect protector, with the surname of Mo, were coming along.
The Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect has a total of six elders, twelve protectors, and thirty-six sectional leaders. Today, to visit a grand sect such as the Nine Saint Demon Gate with only three people, the highest being a mere protector; there were no words to describe it.
“Only us three?”
Before the departure, Li Qi Ye looked at the shameful members and asked.
Protector Mo was very frugal with his words; he was also the master of Nan Huai Ren. After he heard the question, he only glanced at Li Qi Ye without answering him.
Opposite of his master, Nan Huai Ren was a playful fellow; he coughed once in shame and opened his mouth:
“Big Brother, all of the elders are in secluded cultivation; they could not make the trip.”
Li Qi Ye perked his lips and coldly declared:
“Secluded cultivation? They are only afraid of losing face. In the end, they believe I have no chance of passing the trial. My not passing is a small matter to them, but them being there and losing face would be the big deal, right?”
Nan Huai Ren couldn’t say anything back and shamefully smiled. How could a mortal expect to pass the trial of an Emperor level sect? The elders thought the same; that was why they refused to go, since it would only have one result.
“Don’t worry, Honorable Brother.”
Nan Huai Ren kept up his positive attitude.
“The Nine Saint Demon Gate has kept its distance from us in recent times; that is why the elders didn’t want to go and create unnecessary conflict.”
“Hmmph, it is only the Nine Saint Demon Gate; can’t reach the apex.[1] In that era, even if Nine Saint Virtuous Paragon was still alive, they would still have to bow down to the Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect.”
Protector Mo could only ignore Li Qi Ye’s arrogance, not bothering to throw out a response.
Nan Huai Ren was afraid that Li Qi Ye would say even more outrageous things, so he interrupted:
“Older Brother, this is my master, a protector of the sect.”
“Please take care of me on this trip.”
Li Qi Ye bowed his head with just the right amount of courtesy and respect. Not too forced, yet not too weak.
Protector Mo glanced at him once again and said:
“Let us go, now.”
Protector Mo was one of the older protectors; his cultivation level was above average. However, he does not know how to interact socially with others. Thus, his position in the sect was quite low relative to the other protectors. Otherwise, he would not be a part of this great expedition.
The upper echelons of the sect knew that this trip would become a comedic play and Li Qi Ye was the main character. If the audience was not happy, death might be inevitable, and that is another reason why everyone hid away from the trip.
Protector Mo also thought that there would be no positive results coming out of this trip, and that was why his mood has been even more sour than normal.
The long trip was filled with silence until they reached the grand temple of the Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect. The grand temple was huge, and it could contain ten thousand people. Looking through all of the Grand Middle Territory, it would be difficult to find a comparable temple.
The jade colored temple was extremely ancient; it was built by heavenly stones and crystals. Above were calligraphy carved by Immortal Emperor Min Ren. The words exuded a courageous aura, deep beyond fathom; each word and each phrase felt as if it could erase existence itself. From this grand temple, one could appreciate the old power of the dying sect.