Chapter 162: Where’s This Outer Disciple From (2/2)

Seeing that Chao Buheng did not move with him, Mo Wuji did not bother with him anymore. Both of them were merely neighbours at District D, so he could not force Chao Buheng either.

A few cultivators arrived next, and they seemed rather surprised to see Mo Wuji openly sitting at the best seats. They were soon waiting to watch a good show to happen. From what they saw, Mo Wuji would eventually crawl off the seats obediently.

Another hour passed before people began to stream into the Technique Hall. By then Mo Wuji was already in admiration of Chao Buheng’s attitude towards learning, which was to the point that he would arrive much earlier for a lecture.

The first thing that cultivators saw when they entered was Mo Wuji, who was an outer disciple with a head of messy hair, some scars on his face, and most importantly, was sitting in the best seat in the first row.

Some of the cultivators even chuckled as they passed Mo Wuji, and greeted him, ”Junior apprentice brother, I admire your courage.”

Half an incense’s time later, when most of the hall was full of people, five yellow robed inner sect disciples walked in. The guy in front was a youth with a tall physique, and a rather handsome appearance. By Mo Wuji’s estimates, this youth was no more than 16 years old. He was obviously the leader of those five, and he walked straight in front of Mo Wuji. After staring at Mo Wuji for a good while, he lifted up one leg, and stepped on the seat beside Mo Wuji, pointing to the area below him, ”New guy, crawl through here, and I’ll forgive your insolence this time.”

As the leader was speaking, the other four yellow robed inner sect disciples had closed off all possible escape routes for Mo Wuji.

The whole hall fell silent, and everyone’s eyes were drawn to Mo Wuji, wanting to see if Mo Wuji would crawl off, or be beaten to a pulp before he got forced to crawl away.

Regardless how events panned out, to everyone in the Technique Hall, Mo Wuji was sure to end up crawling between the youth’s legs.

By then, Chao Buheng was panicking, those guys were the top few out of the inner sect disciples, and each of them had a strong backer, even more so for their leader. Once Mo Wuji really crawled out, he would be destroyed.

Mo Wuji slowly stood up, from what he observed, these few guys were at Channel Opening Stage. He would definitely not give up this seat, as he had heard of the story of Hong Yun before. Old Man Hong Yun was stripped of his status as a saint because he gave up his seat in the Purple Cloud Palace, and even lost his life in the end. Of course, this was just a Chinese legend, but the principles behind it was the same.

”Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me…”

”Slap!” Before the youth could finish raging, he received a tight slap across his face from Mo Wuji, and flew backwards. At that moment, he felt as though he was struck by lightning, with buzzing sounds filling his head, and stars dancing in front of his eyes. Then, he hit the wall of the hall.

The whole Technique Hall grew dead silent. After a few breaths, the few other yellow robed cultivators reacted, and pounced onto Mo Wuji wildly, some even drawing their swords.

With a swift motion of his arm, Mo Wuji drew his sword out too.

”Cling cling...Clang clang…” Sparks flew as the swords connected, and both men wielding swords felt a large wave of elemental energy flowing over. This was something they couldn’t even hope to resist.

During the time gap when all four yellow robed disciples were stunned, Mo Wuji threw out four kicks in quick succession.

”Bang Bang Bang Bang!” All four of the yellow robed guys flew like sandbags, being kicked to tens of meters away by Mo Wuji, and hitting the wall of the Technique Hall. Two of them had blood stained chests, because they could not draw their swords in time, and were hurt by Mo Wuji’s sharp blade.

Mo Wuji was completely surprised by this. After advancing to Channel Opening Stage Level 10, he was not sure how strong he was. Now that he had exchanged blows with five Channel Opening Stage cultivators, he could clearly sense how much strength he possessed.

When facing these five so-called Channel Opening Stage experts, he had crushed them without any doubt. If he did not hold back, those two cultivators that did not draw their blades would have had their hearts sliced into two.

The hall remained quiet. While these people were not the strongest Channel Opening Stage cultivators in Heaven Seeking Palace, but they were definitely in the ranks of Channel Opening Stage experts. When did such a strong outer disciple appear? Defeating the five inner sect disciples in seconds? Could he be in Spirit Building Stage? But that’s not right, this guy did not have any spiritual energy disturbances around him, so how could he be a Spirit Building Stage disciple?

Mo Wuji took his time to proceed to the side of the yellow robed youth, who had a face full of fear and disbelief. How could there be such a strong outer sect disciple? It can’t be, this guy must be a Spirit Building Stage expert.

Squatting down, Mo Wuji pat the yellow robed youth a few times on the face, ”Do you know why I won’t ask you to crawl between my legs?”

The yellow robed youth shook his head, and the few others that were blown over by Mo Wuji did not dare to utter a word either. Although it was a simple exchange just now, but they knew that even the five of them combined would not be able to stand up to a few kicks from Mo Wuji. Luckily this was inside the Technique Hall. If it were outside, perhaps they would have been wiped out by now.

Mo Wuji laughed coldly, ”Because I’m afraid you’ll dirty my pants, you idiot. Next time you better stay far away from me, otherwise I’ll beat you up every time I see you. Don’t just lie there, scr*w off to the side.”

He asked them to go to one side because he was also worried about the lecturer seeing all these guys lying there like dead pigs and scolding him to no end, which would get in the way of his learning.