Chapter 167 - A challenge from Peak of Houtian? (1/2)
Chapter 167 A challenge from Peak of Houtian?.
AST 167 – A challenge from Peak of Houtian?
“Master, didn’t you promise me a big gift when I would become part of the Skysword Sect? Why haven’t I received my gift yet, especially since the day is almost over? I can’t bear to leave without it.“
“You are my only disciple, so I won’t forget. Besides, who else can I give it to except for you?” Yiye Jiange said with a light laugh.
Wu-Shuang came over in a while. Yiye Jiange looked at Qing Shui, “Stay at Skysword Peak for today. There will be people who will challenge you and Wu-Shuang. I’ll come for you before nightfall.”
“Mm, all right. It’s up to you Master, and there’s no need to trouble over me.” Qing Shui smiled and looked on as Yiye Jiange left on the Snow White Crane. The ethereal beauty that could overthrow a kingdom was still overwhelming. The poise of both Yiye Jiange on the Snow White Crane and the stunning lady on the Golden Winged Thunder Condor were similar in their air of grandeur and the lethality of their majestic beauty.
“Qing Shui, you’re daydreaming again!”
“Cough cough!”
At this moment, Bali Wufeng came over beaming. “Congratulations on becoming a Protector. I’m actually here to thank you for healing my grandfather.”
“I cured your grandfather willingly, just as he said. Fate is a strange, reciprocative force. It only happens when it is mutual while also being priceless,” Qing Shui laughed. There was something positive about this aloof, young man.
“Do you see it now? There’s a bunch of people that are all waiting to challenge you. They had already decided on it even before you came. This occurred when they heard that Younger Uncle Master Jiange accepted you as her disciple,” Baili Wufeng said with a small smile.
Although Baili Wufeng was the grandson of Baili Jingwei, he was also his disciple hence the honorific of “Younger Uncle Master” for Yiye Jiange. The absence of his parents also meant that there wouldn’t be any awkward situations.
“Are you close to them?” Qing Shui looked at Baili Wufeng questioningly.
“There is no good or bad relationship, but there are some who are close to the deputy Elders. They are not fond of unfamiliar Protectors suddenly popping up.”
In that instant, more than 10 teenagers walked over, dressed in the same red clothes as Baili Wufeng. This identified them as Executives – the ones in hopes of becoming Protectors, or even Elders.
“This must be Brother Qing Shui. Welcome! A few of us would like to exchange some pointers with you and this beautiful lady. What do you think?” The one who spoke was a tall, handsome chap with attractive eyes. It was a pity that Qing Shui did not particularly like seeing such effeminate eyes on this individual.
Exchanging pointers was just a subtle way of stating his intentions. To put plainly, it meant sparring. It could also be interpreted as a convenient excuse for a weaker disciple to challenge a stronger opponent.
The others looked on passively at Qing Shui and Wu-Shuang with their eyes lingering slightly longer on Wu-Shuang. Qing Shui had a familiar distaste for such glances.
“He is the number one red shirt, Jin Xu. He possesses excellent skills among the non-Xiantians.” Baili Wufeng commented coolly.
Qing Shui knew it was a reminder for him that those at the peak of Houtian might have unusual techniques that can injure a Xiantian.
“We will be waiting on the battleground behind,” Qing Shui said with a huge grin, and walked towards the back of the Great Hall.