1018 A Fools’ Camp (1/2)
Time slipped fast.
In a blink of eyes, the Residence of Nine Supremes had done four missions now including the first one with the frequency of one execution every ten days.
It meant that forty days had passed. Three months and twenty days left to the Celestial Luck Banner battle.
The disciples were no longer satisfied with tailing their masters and combating weaker targets. Gradually, they became the first to attack and many of them succeeded. The younger ones, especially, were indomitable when faced with experts of the same level; their confidence was developed bit by bit and was beginning to bloat.
The atmosphere in the residence slowly became livelier as interaction increased on the daily.
”I've killed two people today.”
”What does it feel like…”
”Scary. I still can't eat for now. It's nauseating... like someone is behind me every time I turn…”
”It's alright. Don't worry. It'll be fine when you kill a few more people.”
”Okay.”
In the three consecutive quests after the human traffickers, there was no longer any casualties among the seventy-five pupils of the nine peaks' first generation disciples. Furthermore, these seventy-five children were much calmer and collected than they were. Even the youngest kiddos were indifferent when they battled.
Ending lives, wielding sabers, and killing people while unsheathing their swords were no longer something new. The psychological barrier in doing such a thing was no longer present. As the children grew tougher, Yun Yang was shocked to notice a good number of fools among them.
To illustrate, Hu Xiaofan was sparring with another disciple. Both of them stood facing each other with wind breezing through them.
”I, Hu Xiaofan, was enlightened at three years old, had begun practice at six, have eight innately awakened chakras, killed five people at the age of seven, wiped out three sects at the age of nine, and have become accomplished in swordsmanship at the age of ten. This sword I wield is forged by refined steel. It's two feet and seven inches long, three catties and nine taels in weight. It's not a notable blade but it's precise when it comes to killing.”
”I, Meng Yiran, was enlightened at the age of four and began practicing at the age of seven. I was a vagabond, wandering from place to place. I began killing at nine years old and mastered the saber forms at ten years old, becoming the disciple of the Residence of Nine Supremes' Second Peak. This saber is made of divine refined metal. It's two feet and five inches long while weighing five catties and two taels. It's not a magical weapon but it's a treasured saber.”
”Great saber!”
”Wonderful sword!”
”Please, let's learn from each other!”
”Let's!”
Just as both of them engaged in a fight, Yun Yang was thoroughly speechless.
He honestly had no idea where these two learned nonsense like this. They had yet to master anything but they could really act. This was all achieved without anyone teaching these things to them and yet, their pretense was unbelievably natural and spontaneous.
'What did they mean by ”accomplished in swordsmanship”? And ”mastered the saber forms”? Please, do not disgrace the terms accomplished and mastered based on your terrible skills!'
On the other side, there were Yun Xiuxin and Ling Xiaorou.
”Junior Sister Ling.”
”Senior Sister Yun.”
”Junior sister is alluring as usual despite our last meeting.”
”Senior sister is as gorgeous too after several years of separation.”
”Would you like to have a bout when you come over this time?”
”I wish to learn from senior sister, let's fight to see who's the bull.”
”Same.”
”Let's!”
”Let's!”
They carried their swords while cupping their palm over their fist before dealing their first strike.
As Yun Yang watched the duels among the disciples, he was utterly exasperated.
'Several years of separation? Excuse me, which day have you two not meet each other? How is it several years of separation?'
'Fight to see who's the bull even… Both of you, you're girls, what bull?'
'Alluring like usual, gorgeous… You two, don't blaspheme the adjectives alluring and gorgeous okay? You babies…'
Perhaps the Residence of Nine Supremes was still lacking in many aspects compared to the other schools but on the standard of being posers, the members were top of the Bound of Universe; they were unparalleled, totally the top ten – top five, top three, basically. Yun Yang sighed.
Since when had the sect's mannerism gone astray? Why did he not notice it? Not even a hint?
”Junior Brother Yu!”
”Senior Brother Sun.”