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Chapter 237: The Innate Realm Appears, A Startling Change
"Hold, Sect Master Shan!"
Seeing the Silver Moon Sect Master place his hand on Wang Pan's neck, Deputy Palace Master Liu of the Hundred Flowers Palace hastily called out, afraid that he would, in a fit of rage, strangle Wang Pan to death.
"Yes, Sect Master Shan, don't be impulsive," echoed the others from various sects and forces, equally tense.
Their intention in coming here was to confront the Flowing Cloud Sect and seek justice, not to immediately escalate the situation.
If the Silver Moon Sect Master were to kill Ink Quake's personal disciple right off the bat, the matter would likely escalate beyond repair.
Hearing everyone's admonishment, the Silver Moon Sect Master's anger-clouded mind cooled slightly.
His grip on Wang Pan's neck loosened a bit.
Normally, as the master of a sect, he shouldn't have lost his composure like this.
But the one killed by the Flowing Cloud Sect Elder was his most outstanding disciple.
He was alone in the world, with neither children nor grandchildren.
Naturally, he cared the most about his five personal disciples.
The fifth disciple was his favorite and also his closing door disciple.
The fifth disciple possessed exceptional talent and understanding. At only seventeen, he had already reached the Great Perfection of the Sinew Changing Realm.
With his potential, as long as he cultivated diligently, becoming a Martial Arts Master in the future was almost a certainty.
Even the Innate Realm was not out of the question.
But this disciple, with his boundless talent and promising future, whom he treated like his own son, had been cruelly killed by the Flowing Cloud Sect, and now they dared to slander him as a follower of the demonic path.
How could the Silver Moon Sect Master swallow this grievance?
With these thoughts, a murderous aura rose on the Silver Moon Sect Master's face, and a killing intent appeared in his eyes as he looked at Wang Pan.
"Not good! This old man really intends to kill me!"
Seeing the killing intent in the Silver Moon Sect Master's eyes, Wang Pan's heart skipped a beat, and he was terrified.
He wanted to struggle, but his strength was several times weaker than his opponent's. With his ribs broken and his vital points seized, he couldn't move at all.
Just as the Silver Moon Sect Master was about to end Wang Pan's life, a deep voice suddenly resounded: "Sect Master Shan, even if my junior has offended you in some way, as the master of a sect, is it necessary to stoop to his level? It would only tarnish the reputation of your Silver Moon Sect."
Accompanying the voice, a figure appeared in the tavern.
The newcomer was tall, clad in a dark robe, with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of profound dignity.
"Master!"
Seeing the newcomer, Wang Pan, whose neck was still being gripped, and who was finding it difficult to breathe, cried out in delight.
"Sect Master!" The other Flowing Cloud Sect disciples were equally overjoyed.
"Ink Quake!"
However, the people from the various sects and forces were shocked.
Even Deputy Palace Master Liu displayed a grave expression, her mind filled with wariness.
A person's reputation precedes them, and in these past few decades, the Flowing Cloud Sect had flourished and grown increasingly influential, quietly becoming the top sect in Yunzhou.
Aside from the two mysterious Grand Elders, Ink Quake's contributions were also instrumental.
According to rumors, Ink Quake's cultivation had already reached the peak of the Postcelestial stage, where he had refined his soul force, bringing him a step away from the Innate Realm—a terrifying realm countless martial artists yearned for.
Before he had spoken, no one in the tavern had sensed his presence.
Just based on this ability, the rumors seemed to hold truth.
"Ink Quake, so you've finally decided to show yourself? I thought you were in closed-door seclusion? How convenient that you appear right after I've dealt with your beloved disciple," Sect Master Shan said with a cold smile, tossing Wang Pan aside as he mocked.
Amidst everyone's wariness, only Sect Master Shan remained unfazed by Ink Quake's appearance.
"My apologies for losing control and injuring your precious disciple," Sect Master Shan added indifferently after throwing Wang Pan away.
Seeing his disciple humiliated like this, Ink Quake remained unperturbed, a smile still on his face.
"My junior disciple dared to speak rudely to Sect Master Shan, and this is the punishment he deserves. I should be thanking Sect Master Shan for showing mercy," he said.
"Hold, Sect Master Shan!"
Seeing the Silver Moon Sect Master place his hand on Wang Pan's neck, Deputy Palace Master Liu of the Hundred Flowers Palace hastily called out, afraid that he would, in a fit of rage, strangle Wang Pan to death.
"Yes, Sect Master Shan, don't be impulsive," echoed the others from various sects and forces, equally tense. Their intention in coming here was to confront the Flowing Cloud Sect and seek justice, not to immediately escalate the situation.
If the Silver Moon Sect Master were to kill Ink Quake's personal disciple right off the bat, the matter would likely escalate beyond repair.
Hearing everyone's admonishment, the Silver Moon Sect Master's anger-clouded mind cooled slightly. His grip on Wang Pan's neck loosened a bit.
Normally, as the master of a sect, he shouldn't have lost his composure like this. But the one killed by the Flowing Cloud Sect Elder was his most outstanding disciple.
He was alone in the world, with neither children nor grandchildren. Naturally, he cared the most about his five personal disciples.
The fifth disciple was his favorite and also his closing door disciple. This disciple possessed exceptional talent and understanding. At only seventeen, he had already reached the Great Perfection of the Sinew Changing Realm. With his potential, as long as he cultivated diligently, becoming a Martial Arts Master in the future was almost a certainty. Even the Innate Realm was not out of the question.
But this disciple, with his boundless talent and promising future, whom he treated like his own son, had been cruelly killed by the Flowing Cloud Sect, and now they dared to slander him as a follower of the demonic path. How could the Silver Moon Sect Master swallow this grievance?
With these thoughts, a murderous aura rose on the Silver Moon Sect Master's face, and a killing intent appeared in his eyes as he looked at Wang Pan.
"Not good! This old man really intends to kill me!" Seeing the killing intent in the Silver Moon Sect Master's eyes, Wang Pan's heart skipped a beat, and he was terrified. He wanted to struggle, but his strength was several times weaker than his opponent's. With his ribs broken and his vital points seized, he couldn't move at all.
Just as the Silver Moon Sect Master was about to end Wang Pan's life, a deep voice suddenly resounded: "Sect Master Shan, even if my junior has offended you in some way, as the master of a sect, is it necessary to stoop to his level? It would only tarnish the reputation of your Silver Moon Sect."
Accompanying the voice, a figure appeared in the tavern. The newcomer was tall, clad in a dark robe, with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of profound dignity.
"Master!" Seeing the newcomer, Wang Pan, whose neck was still being gripped, and who was finding it difficult to breathe, cried out in delight. "Sect Master!" The other Flowing Cloud Sect disciples were equally overjoyed.
"Ink Quake!" However, the people from the various sects and forces were shocked. Even Deputy Palace Master Liu displayed a grave expression, her mind filled with wariness.
A person's reputation precedes them, and in these past few decades, the Flowing Cloud Sect had flourished and grown increasingly influential, quietly becoming the top sect in Yunzhou. Aside from the two mysterious Grand Elders, Ink Quake's contributions were also instrumental.
According to rumors, Ink Quake's cultivation had already reached the peak of the Postcelestial stage, where he had refined his soul force, bringing him a step away from the Innate Realm—a terrifying realm countless martial artists yearned for. Before he had spoken, no one in the tavern had sensed his presence.
Just based on this ability, the rumors seemed to hold truth.
"Ink Quake, so you've finally decided to show yourself? I thought you were in closed-door seclusion? How convenient that you appear right after I've dealt with your beloved disciple," Sect Master Shan said with a cold smile, tossing Wang Pan aside as he mocked.
Amidst everyone's wariness, only Sect Master Shan remained unfazed by Ink Quake's appearance. "My apologies for losing control and injuring your precious disciple," Sect Master Shan added indifferently after throwing Wang Pan away.
Seeing his disciple humiliated like this, Ink Quake remained unperturbed, a smile still on his face. "My junior disciple dared to speak rudely to Sect Master Shan, and this is the punishment he deserves. I should be thanking Sect Master Shan for showing mercy," he said.
(End of Chapter)"Wyglada na to, ze Mistrz Mo ma ukryte zamiary."
Widzac jego wyglad, tłum zrozumiał.
"Ach, miałem nadzieje zaoszczedzic troche energii, ale skoro tak nie doceniacie mojej dobroci, nie miejcie do mnie pretensji."
Usmiech zniknał z twarzy Mo Zhena, zastapiony chłodem.
Widzac jego zmiane wyrazu, serce Mistrza Srebrnego Ksiezyca wypełniło sie niepokojem: "Mo Zhen, co zamierzasz zrobic?"
Ale Mo Zhen nie zwrocił na niego uwagi, tylko grzecznie skinał głowa w strone drzwi karczmy: "Z przyjemnoscia witam Najstarszego Starszego!"
"Co?! Najstarszy Starszy?!"
Słowa te wstrzasneły tłumem.
Wiedzieli, ze jedyna osoba, ktora Mo Zhen, mistrz klanu, mogłby nazwac Najstarszym Starszym, był prawdopodobnie...
"Hmph, powiedziałem juz, ze nie ma potrzeby tracic energii. Poniewaz miasto jest juz otoczone przez tablice duchowa, dlaczego mielibysmy ich kilkukrotnie zwodzic i sprowadzac na gore? Czy naprawde mysla, ze moga uciec z mojej dłoni?"
Nagle rozległ sie zimny głos, a biały cien pojawił sie w holu gospody.
Ten starszy mezczyzna z białymi włosami i brwiami jak sep, nosem jak hak i ponura twarza, wygladał na niezwykle ponurego.
Gdy tylko pojawił sie Hak Nos, jego potezna i zimna aura zdominowała wszystkich, czyniac ich ciała niezwykle ciezkimi.
Nawet Mistrz Srebrnego Ksiezyca i Zastepczyni Pałacu Kwiatow, ktorzy osiagneli poziom Mistrza, czuli, ze ich ciała staja sie nieruchawe i trudno im sie poruszac.
"Presja Przedwiecznego! Przedwieczny wojownik!"
Mistrz Srebrnego Ksiezyca spojrzał na Hak Nosego, pełen przerazenia.
"Masz troche talentu, aby moc podniesc głowe pod moja Presja Przedwiecznego, niezle, Mistrzu Srebrnego Ksiezyca, twoja wola jest dosc mocna, twoja siła duszy musi juz przybierac kształt."
Hak Nos był nieco zaskoczony i nie mogł sie powstrzymac od pochwały.
"Zastanawiam sie, czy jestes Przedwiecznym wojownikiem Klanu Flowing Cloud, ale Swieta Gora wydała rozkaz, ze wojownicy Przedwieczni nie powinni lekcewazyc wojownikow ponizej poziomu Przedwiecznego. Czy chcesz sie temu sprzeciwic, Najstarszy?"
Mistrz Srebrnego Ksiezyca z trudem otworzył usta.
"Czy chcesz uzyc Swietego Rozkazu, aby mnie zastraszyc?" Hak Nos spojrzał na Mistrza Srebrnego Ksiezyca z zimnem. "Skoro tak wielu z was połaczyło sie, aby oszukac Klan Flowing Cloud, czy myslicie, ze boje sie was ukarac, tylko dlatego, ze mam Swietego Rozkaz?"
"Najstarszy, jesli uzyjesz swojej siły, aby zastraszyc słabszych, czy nie boisz sie, ze Mistrz Przedwieczny z Klanu Srebrnego Ksiezyca i Pałacu Kwiatow rowniez nie bedzie przestrzegac zasad?"
Widzac, ze Hak Nos naprawde zamierza ich zaatakowac, Mistrz Srebrnego Ksiezyca nie miał wyboru, jak tylko ujawnic swojego Przedwiecznego Mistrza.
Hak Nos wahał sie.
Mistrz Srebrnego Ksiezyca odetchnał z ulga.
To była przewaga posiadania Przedwiecznego Mistrza w klanie.
Przedwieczny Mistrz był najgłebszym fundamentem klanu.
Specyficzna aura Przedwiecznego poziomu sprawiała, ze wojownicy Przedwieczni mogli wyczuc siebie nawzajem z pewnej odległosci.
Poniewaz przeszli przez pranie zasad niebios i ziemi po osiagnieciu poziomu Przedwiecznego, wiekszosc wojownikow Przedwiecznych miała podobna siłe fizyczna, Przedwieczna energie qi i siłe duszy.
Dlatego tez, jesli chodzi o poziom Przedwiecznego, o ile roznica poziomow nie była zbyt duza, prawie niemozliwe było zabicie przeciwnika w pojedynke.
Nawet jesli przegraja, przeciwnik nadal moze uciec.
Gdy tylko rozpocznie sie poscig, zmiennych jest zbyt wiele, a strona, ktora ma przewage, ma zbyt wiele sposobow, aby zgubic poscig.
Dlatego wojownicy Przedwieczni rzadko walczyli ze soba, a klany, ktore miały wojownikow Przedwiecznych, zwykle przestrzegały niepisanej zasady.
Zasada ta głosiła, ze o ile klany nie napotkały kryzysu, ktory mogłby je zniszczyc, wojownicy Przedwieczni zwykle nie interweniowali w zwykłych sporach klanowych.
W przeciwnym razie, jesli obaj wojownicy Przedwieczni nie przestrzegali kodeksu wojownikow i zaatakowali uczniow przeciwnika, oba klany prawdopodobnie ucierpiałyby, tracac wielu uczniow i zostajac bez przywodcow.
Mistrz Srebrnego Ksiezyca obstawiał, ze Hak Nos nie odwazy sie złamac te zasade, i jak sie okazało, miał racje.
Jednak w momencie, gdy Mistrz Srebrnego Ksiezyca odetchnał z ulga, zobaczył, ze na twarzy Hak Nosa pojawił sie złowieszczy usmiech.
"Myslisz, ze bede przestrzegał zasad i nie bede sie z wami liczył?"
"Dzisiaj wszyscy umrzecie!"
"Sa tylko na poziomie poczatkowym Przedwiecznego, a po dzisiejszym dniu ci dwaj starcy, jesli osmiela sie przybyc, zostana zabici razem z nimi!"
Po tych słowach Hak Nos machnał mała flaga w swojej dłoni.
Nastepnej chwili nastapiła niespodziewana zmiana.
(Koniec rozdziału)
Chapter end
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