C12 (1/2)
The door opened, and Zi Chen stood at the entrance. Outside, there was a terrible stench, and further away, many outer sect disciples who had smelled something smelled covered their noses, and started pointing from afar, discussing.
Revenge, this was obviously Wang Meng's masterpiece.
Only, Zi Chen never thought that it would actually be so despicable, so disgusting.
Splash.
This was a retaliation that Zi Chen had only heard of before, one that he had never seen before.
Outer sect disciples were not allowed to fight, but there were contradictions. Many had thought of many ways to vent their anger, and one of them was throwing dung.
”...” Zi Chen offended someone, someone he cannot afford to offend. ” Vaguely, Zi Chen could still hear one or two sounds of discussion, and occasionally, he was rejoicing in their misfortune.
Naturally, there was someone who knew about the conflict between Wang Meng and Zi Chen.
In the distance, within the outer sect, the famous Wang Meng appeared very reserved today. And beside him, the arrogant Fu Jie and Chi Ming, were even more like a pug today, licking its face as it followed behind Wang Meng. It was just a pair of eyes, looking forward from time to time, with a gaze filled with fanaticism and worship.
Beside Wang Meng, there was a young white robe.
Amongst the Spirit Martial Sect, Qingyi represented the outer sect disciples, while the white robe represented the disciples of the internal portal, the Red represented the lofty elders.
This white robe youth was clearly a internal portal disciple, and not an ordinary one at that.
He was Wang Xiong, the one who had reached the peak of the eighth level of the zhenqi.
His reputation within the internal portal was very high, and in the Outer Sect, he was even more so someone who was like the father of the gods. The reason why Wang Meng could stay in the Outer Sect and muddle through was entirely because of Wang Xiong.
Hearing Wang Meng say that Zi Chen was back, Wang Xiong immediately rushed over.
The development of the situation had exceeded their expectations. Zhao Can and the others who should have returned a few months ago, had disappeared without a trace. A few months later, Zi Chen returned.
Whether it was Zi Chen or Zhao Can, Wang Xiong did not care.
A five hundred year old Chinese sage root, to Wang Xiong, was just too important, because he had already stayed at the eighth floor of the zhenqi for a very long time. As long as he could break through to the ninth floor of the zhenqi, he would have a high chance of passing the examination, entering the core of the Spirit Martial Sect, and becoming a core disciple.
At that time, he would truly be an existence that stood at the top of the Spirit Martial Sect. There was a rule in Spirit Martial Sect that every core disciple can get one Inborn Pill for free.
One Inborn Pill, could make a friar at the peak of the Genuine Qi Stage have an eighty percent chance of breaking through to the Inborn Stage.
Other than that, core disciples could use more of the Spirit Martial Sect's resources, and not like internal portal s, they could only exchange with Contribution Points s. Core disciples did not need to pay any price, and they could get rewards in return.
”Zi Chen is not willing to hand over the Chinese sage root?” Wang Xiong frowned, he already knew that Wang Meng had negotiated with him before.
”Eldest Brother, it's not that you don't want to, it's just that this brat has been pretending from the start.” When Zi Chen was mentioned, he seemed to be very angry.
”Oh, playing dumb?”
”Yes, Eldest Brother. I asked him where the Chinese sage root was, and he actually said something about the Chinese sage root. If it isn't pretending to be stupid, then what is it?” Wang Meng said.
”Then did you say anything about exchanging the zhenqi Pill for that Chinese sage root?”
”Before I even came, he already told me. He doesn't know what a Chinese sage root is, and doesn't admit it at all. What do you mean by that?” Wang Meng said unwillingly.
”Oh, he's actually so tough?” A cold light flashed across Wang Xiong's eyes.
”Very tough, I really don't know where this brat got the guts.” Wang Meng said hatefully: ”And also those waste s of Zhao Can's, they have truly not done anything well. Even Zi Chen has returned, but they actually haven't come back yet.”
”How strong is Zi Chen?” Wang Xiong asked again.
”Their strength is unknown, but they should not have surpassed the fifth floor of the zhenqi.” After thinking for a moment, Wang Meng said.
”You've seen him take action?”
Wang Meng shook his head and said: ”No, but after he saw the strength of Fu Jie and Chi Ming yesterday, his expression suddenly changed. It was obvious that he was shocked;
Wang Xiong nodded his head in satisfaction. As long as Zi Chen did not break through, then that Chinese sage root had obviously not been refined. Furthermore, with just the fourth level of the zhenqi, Wang Xiong did not think that his opponent had the ability to refine a Chinese sage root.
”He hasn't broken through yet and he's still so unyielding? Does he not know your identity?” Wang Xiong's voice became very cold. Who dared not to give him face in the outer sect?
”Of course he knows. He's just not giving me face.” Wang Meng said: ”However, I believe that he will definitely give us face now.”
”You taught him a lesson?”
”No, just disgusting him.”
Right after Wang Meng's words fell, Wang Xiong smelt a very rich stench of feces in the air. He subconsciously frowned, and covered his nose.
”Heh heh.”
But right at that moment, three sounds of laughter came out from beside him, it was clearly Wang Meng and the rest.
”Not bad, this Lin Mi Officer sure is good.”
Wang Meng was very satisfied with the smell in the air.
Following that, they saw the crowd in front of them. After a light cough, the crowd turned their heads and saw Wang Meng and Wang Xiong, and their expressions changed as they all moved to the side. In the blink of an eye, a great road leading straight to the front appeared.
It was a pity that this road did not lead to some blissful place. Instead, it led to a house that stank of feces. At the door of the house stood a youth dressed in green.