It was early the next morning; Lin Xuan walked towards the sect square as she had done last night.
He’d heard loud discussions coming from all around before he even had come.
There were a lot of disciples all talking excitedly around the square.
Lin Xuan came up to a disciple and asked him, “What is it you have seen?
The disciple answered, “Lord, do you not know that?
The disciple answered in a low voice, “Lord, do you not know?
The Hu Family’s Hu Tian has come back.
“Hu Tian?”
That’s right, he left the sect half a year ago to practice in isolation.
Many believe that a year ago, he was in the early stage of body refinement; now, it seems that he has reached the peak stage of the Body Refinement Realm or maybe even the Half-Step Body Forging Realm.
Another disciple sighed.
The Hu family has “robust roots.
Lin Xuan just nodded and kept on walking to the square.
A splendid cavalcade then came through the gates of the sect.
Beautifully dressed attendants marched in neat ranks, and grand carriages rolled slowly behind them.
Golden armor-clad guards stood on either side, each with the aura of the Meridian Opening Realm.
All the disciples retreated and began to stand in silence.
In the middle was a beautiful, young boy in fine golden garments.
It was the young Hu Master Hu Tian.
With a proud smile, he glanced around the sect before shaking his head.
“So…”
“Has this sect declined to such a degree?”
“Disappointing.”
But many of the disciples were angry, and no one was bold enough to speak.
The whispering among the crowds.
“He’s got to be more of an arrogant dude.
His uncle is on the list of the sect’s Inner Elders.
I heard that the elder’s cultivation is just one minor realm below the Sect Leader’s.
It was unthinkable that anyone would offend him.
Hu Tian glanced around, and his eyes finally fell on a young man in the simple robes of Body Peak. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Lin Xuan.
A cool voice could be heard just before Lin Xuan left.
“You.”
“Come here.”
Lin Xuan seemed to be deaf and kept on his walk.
Hu Zixuan frowned.
“I said…”
“Come.”
The power burst from his body was strong.
The atmosphere around them was so oppressive that the surrounding disciples were staggered backward.
There was some loss of footing by several.
However, Lin Xuan only felt a slight pressure on himself.
“Now that’s his blood pressure…”
“It isn’t enough.”
He stoically walked around and headed towards him.
Hu Zixuan was arrogant; his expression changed into a smile.
So, you’re the peak-body trash disciple?
I heard none of the peak masters wanted you.
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Laughter immediately erupted from several Hu Family followers.
Lin Xuan calmly regarded him.
He had no expression on his face.
“You…”
“…talk too much.”
The laughter instantly stopped.
The square was now silent.
Hu Zixuan’s face was scarred.
“You dare say such a thing to me?”
He raised his hand, preparing to slap Lin Xuan.
At that moment—
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Someone’s old voice, drowsy, broke in on all.
Slowly walking to the square, Elder Mo had his familiar wine gourd with him.
The white hair was in a mess, and his clothes were untidy.
There was no difference in his appearance from a common drunkard.
He looked at Hu Zixuan in a casual manner.
“Boy.”
Act your part within the sect.
His tone was calm.
But as soon as Hu Zixuan encountered Elder Mo’s eyes, he froze.
He thought he was standing in front of an ancient monster, its eyes looking right into his soul.
He received a cold sweat on his back.
The dread came and went as fast as it could.
Hu Zixuan quickly put his head down.
“Mo Elder…”
“I was disrespectful.”
“Please forgive me.”
The disciples were amazed.
The arrogant young Hu family master indeed apologized.
Elder Mo simply waved his hand dismissively.
“Good.”
“Now leave.”
He did not look back but turned around and walked away, taking a sip from the wine gourd.
Lin Xuan silently followed behind him.
Hu Zixuan’s eyes were full of unwillingness as he watched their goers’ backs.
“Body Peak…”
“This is not a done deal.”
From afar in a tranquil teahouse, facing the sect, Zhang Sang watched everything, smiling.
He gingerly raised his teacup.
“Moves are starting to happen.”
“But the real storm… is about to begin.”