1544 What Must Happen Always Happened (1/2)
Master Guan walked on the road in the Monarch's Hall with a heavy mind. People around the road were calling him with respect. On the practice ground, people were training in concentration. Many people were cultivating in their own rooms quietly, sitting in meditation…
They were trying to break their limits in the path to a great cultivator…
Everybody, including the guards at the gate, was in high spirits. The guards stood straight, spiritual energy flowing over their heads. It seemed they didn't waste any second to try to improve.
The competition system in the Monarch's Hall was pushing everyone up.
Whoever had the capability could seize the position he liked in the Monarch's Hall.
Everybody got the chance, and they all knew it.
It stimulated them all to work harder and harder!
Who won a higher position would surely feel proud and respected, but those who got beaten down to a lower position only felt embarrassed! Whoever they were, they must train hard. Everybody wanted to be stronger, to go further on the path to great cultivation.
”With this impulse, in a few years, the Monarch's Hall will embrace a great future…” Master Guan made a sigh.
”I have seen the rise and fall of many forces in my life, but this is the most energetic and had the most potential of the forces that I have seen… The atmosphere in this place is much better than any clans.
”Ye Xiao is weak, but in some cases, it is an advantage for him. He will grow with his followers. Those who are loyal to him will always stay with him and help him improve… As time passes, he will have the most trustworthy group of men!”
Master Guan sighed and said, ”Ye Xiao has seen so far. He has a profound mind. He is confident and capable… There is no doubt that he will achieve greatness someday! But suddenly… He is not our man… He is not…”
Master Guan was frustrated.
…
In the reception room of a house somewhere.
A young lord in white clothes was smiling. He was sitting on a chair, elegantly holding a cup of tea.
His clothes were all white, and his face was pretty. He was tall, with long hair, long arms, and a slim waist. He just sat there with a cup of tea in his hands, and it already showed his elegant manner.
”Master, it seems they have noticed something…” An old man was sitting in the room peacefully, talking to the young man. He was smiling too. ”For one full month, they have been through eight battles. Now they finally notice something wrong. What a bunch of fools.” The white-clothes young master elegantly smiled and said, ”It is so interesting. It is good to have fun like this. This is something we can never experience again, isn't it?”
The old man smiled blandly and said, ”Well, if you want to play, young master, we will play. I hope you enjoy it. After all, everything is under control. It won't hurt to let it go longer.”
”That's right. We can just have fun before it gets serious.”
The young master blandly said, ”Old Qin, do you think we can… You know… The entire Monarch's Hall…”
The old man—Qin—seemed to feel difficult. After a while, he said, ”I think… It is not going to be easy.”
The young man blandly smiled and confidently said, ”Itinerant cultivators who have survived the cruel martial world always cherish their own lives the most. Those who can't make the right choice must be morons. It is simple to choose life over death, isn't it?”
”I think most of them will cave, eventually.” The young man kept talking with a bland smile. He was so elegant, but in his eyes, there was indifference.
'Those guys? They are rubbish. They should thank God for my kindness to let them join my men.'
The old man, Qin, looked amiable, but he was thinking differently. 'To choose life over death? To be smart? The most important thing for a cultivator in the martial world is an honorable heart! The things you think that makes them morons is exactly the most valuable thing for these people… If there is no loyalty and honor in the martial world, it will be no different from the court of a bunch of filthy officials! Those who give up honor to join you in fear must be useless. That young master, Ye Xiao, is a generous man. He is just like the man of a great clan as much as you. In fact, he seems to be better…'
It was late at night…
Ye Xiao slowly walked out the Hall of Life and Death.
Bu Xiangfeng was walking over to him.
He saw Ye Xiao's face and knew something went wrong. He looked at Ye Xiao but didn't say a word. He just stayed on Ye Xiao's side silently.
Ye Xiao took a few steps ahead and then suddenly thought of something. He said, ”Old Bu, where is your Farewell Sword? Give it to me. I think it would be better to fix it as soon as I can. Perhaps I can finish it today.”
Bu Xiangfeng laughed and said, ”There is no need to hurry. We have a deal. Remember? You won't fix my sword before I swear to be loyal to you. I don't feel like making that sacrifice yet.”
Ye Xiao smiled and solemnly said, ”I am not kidding. I want to fix your sword. It has nothing to do with the deal. I want to help, and that is all.”
Bu Xiangfeng smiled and said, ”I know, but I want to wait. I don't need to hurry.”
Ye Xiao nodded and said, ”Well, fine. If you want to fix it, come to me. You have my word. I will fix it for you.”
Bu Xiangfeng seriously said, ”I know!”
”How many people do we have now? How big is our territory? Do you have any idea, Old Bu?” After staying quiet for a while, Ye Xiao asked Bu Xiangfeng. His eyes were glittering in the night.
”The Department of Battle… The One Blade, Two Warriors, Seven Stars… I am not included… I guess we have two thousand and two hundred men.” Bu Xiangfeng knew well. ”There are five Saint Origin Stage cultivators, me excluded. They are Old Meng and his wife, Gui Lingxiao, Ren Zhixi, and the new guy, Leng Biefu.”
”We have one hundred and twenty-seven Divinity Origin Stage cultivators who are over level eight, over six hundred below level eight and over level five. The others are all over level two and below level five. The weakest one of our men is at level two of the Divinity Origin Stage.”
Ye Xiao bitterly smiled and said, ”You remember it well, better than me, at least.”
Bu Xiangfeng smiled and said, ”That is our force. We must know everything about it.”
And then he said, ”Oh, right. These people I mentioned do not include the men of the Dark Wind Mountain, who follow Meng Youjiang and his wife. With those people, we have nearly eight thousand men. However, Old Meng's men are weaker. Many of them are below level two of the Dream Origin Stage.
”Our territory… At first, we have only three hundred mu of land, which we bought from the Brotherhood Alliance. After all those battles we won, our place is three times bigger than before. Other than the land under our feet, there are some places that follow our leadership. Some places aren't decided yet. There are fights everywhere. It will take some time for us to seize them.”
”What do you think about the future of Monarch's Hall?” Ye Xiao asked.
”If we have enough time and space to develop, we will be great.” Bu Xiangfeng sincerely said, ”The Monarch's Hall is a force that has the most potential that I have ever seen in my life. It is most likely going to become a great force in the world.”
”That's true.” Ye Xiao sighed and said, ”Time and space are what we need the most.”
Bu Xiangfeng said, ”We will have both.”
Ye Xiao nodded and smiled.
He knew that there were not much time and space for him now.
The other clans hadn't shown themselves yet. They must be waiting.
However, while the first four clans were still hiding, the other three actually sent their men to help. That didn't make sense.
Something must have happened.
What was it?
Who did not want Ye Xiao to fail?
Ye Xiao sighed. One hundred thousand years had passed.