Chapter 100: The Shame of Shengzhou

As dawn was just breaking in the Western Extremities, the capital of Shengshen Continent was settling into its most leisurely hours after nightfall. At this time, the military parade ground on the hill reached its peak for noble guests seeking recreation, many still carrying the scent of alcohol.

“The saber, that saber!” “Yes, that big saber!” “It’s Wu Liang’s saber!” “No, I don’t see anything!” A sudden commotion of shouts and exclamations erupted from within the parade ground.

Elder Ke, who had just returned from outside and settled down, having avoided the daytime sun, was staring blankly at the mirror image. Suddenly, hearing the name of his troublesome disciple, he was jolted awake and strained to discern the image’s content, muttering in confusion.

Neither Wu Liang nor his saber appeared in the mirror image. Instead, there was just a group of people facing the same direction, observing something unknown.

This was simply the scene that appeared when a sect from Xuan Continent requested to view the status of their disciples participating in the event.

Most people within the military parade ground didn't see what the others were shouting about.

Feng Chi, shrouded in a cloak, strained his eyes but saw nothing.

Elder Jian Lingzhen of Luoyue Valley also strained her eyes but saw nothing. Elder Fei Zhenggong of Yuling Sect also scrutinized the image intently but likewise saw nothing.

Young Master Nan on the viewing platform, and Lan Qiaoyan and her daughter, who had just arrived and were chatting with other female companions, were also startled by the shouts. Neither had paid close attention to the previous mirror image, and now, hearing the commotion and looking again, they couldn't discern anything specific.

Some things are truly curious: you can't see them when you try, but they appear unexpectedly when you're not looking.

Within the military parade ground, a group of people questioned those who claimed to have seen something.

On the prime viewing platform, twenty to thirty regional lords, some sitting, some standing and chatting, all turned their gaze towards the mirror image upon hearing the commotion. By now, through word of mouth, the regional lords from various continents had likely all heard about Chi Rang, the regional lord of Xuan Continent, teasing Wei Mo, the regional lord of Sheng Continent.

The two individuals concerned were also present, but neither saw the discussion happening in the military parade ground reflected in the mirror image. Nothing about Wu Liang or any saber was visible.

Upon careful observation, Chi Rang recognized the people in the image as disciples of his Xuan Continent sect. Judging by their stances and direction, he couldn't tell if they were watching a spectacle or engaged in something else.

How did his Xuan Continent people get involved with Wu Liang? Chi Rang immediately turned to the person in charge on site and asked, “What’s with the shouting down there?”

The person in charge approached respectfully, pointed at the mirror image, and explained, “At the edge of the mirror image in the direction they were looking, a saber appeared and swayed a few times. Although only less than half of the saber was visible, it was quite unique, looking like the big fellow Wu Liang’s saber.”

Wu Liang’s saber was indeed quite distinctive; even the esteemed Regional Lord of Xuan Continent had seen it before. If someone could identify and shout its name on the spot, it was unlikely to be a mistake.

The problem was, how did that fellow get involved with his Xuan Continent people?

Even a regional lord would have curiosity. He promptly told Lin Suanhao, “Go, have Yang Wu bring up the image of that big fellow for a look.”

Unlike Young Master Nan, he didn’t ask to cut in line or suggest charging it to his account. He issued a direct command, displaying the authority expected of the mirror image administrator.

“Yes.” The person in charge immediately turned and beckoned someone over, relaying the message and instructing them to handle it at once.

Wei Mo, the Regional Lord of Sheng Continent, was also curious about what that annoying big fellow was up to. However, he maintained a dignified composure, fearing that speaking up for such a disgraceful individual would make him appear overly concerned.

The full image wasn't visible, only a glimpse of a swaying saber. Enhanced by the story behind it, other regional lords who heard the situation, those who had been standing, gradually found seats to wait and watch.

Soon, the mirror image, which had just transitioned, changed again. This time, the central figures were Wu Liang, holding his large saber, and Shi Chun, also wielding a saber, by his side. Beneath their feet, a disciple was clearly being trampled, with obvious bloodstains on the ground.

Judging by the scene, the two men with sabers appeared to be surrounded by a group of people, currently in a standoff. Both sides seemed to be exchanging words, though their discussion was unclear.

Lan Qiaoyan on the viewing platform quickly turned her head to look at Young Master Nan, who was not far away.

As if by telepathy, Young Master Nan, upon seeing the image, also subconsciously looked towards the mother and daughter.

After their eyes met, Young Master Nan quickly walked over, waving his hand in explanation with a wry smile: “It really has nothing to do with me; I truly didn’t request this.”

He wore an expression that pleaded his innocence to heaven and earth.

Lan Qiaoyan nodded slightly in acknowledgment, said nothing, and turned back to continue staring at the image with her daughter.

A noisy discussion erupted again in the military parade ground. “He’s back again.”

“Last time they were shown for so long, I guessed they’d appear again. And here they are, these guys really are getting special attention!”

An elder from a certain Xuan Continent sect had already stood up with a grim face, because the disciple being trampled by Shi Chun and the other person was from his sect.

If it were a disciple from another sect, the scene would have merely skipped by. But being trampled by these two was different; it would create an utterly irregular situation.

According to the elder’s accumulated experience, these individuals—despite not being particularly capable—were widely famous. This was due to a combination of factors like their skin color, stature, weapons, and behavior, which serendipitously made them a hot topic. If a disciple from his own sect was trampled by these two, even if it was a minor incident, it would be magnified and constantly talked about.

Which sect doesn't care about its reputation?

The most humiliating aspect was that a high-martial-realm disciple was actually trampled underfoot by someone of an initial martial realm. This was yet another disgraceful topic; what would happen if word of it spread?

This hatred, perhaps only by wiping out Wukang Mountain could it be avenged!

He saw the forces from various Xuan Continent sects surrounding the two, and also Guan Wen in his snow-white robes. He secretly hoped these people would quickly kill Shi Chun and the other person to eliminate this negative influence.

Elder Ke also saw Guan Wen in his snow-white robes, and thus understood who the group surrounding his two troublesome disciples was.

It would have been better not to understand, but once he did, his temples throbbed. How had they provoked the Xuanyuan Sect group again? After dealing with Sheng Continent’s local forces, they then tangled with Ying Continent, and now they were stirring up trouble with Xuan Continent, led by Xuanyuan Sect. What in the world were these two up to?

Just two people, weak and outnumbered, with low cultivation. Why weren't they quietly lying low until the end, instead of running around everywhere? Was that a place for them to roam freely?

He simply couldn't fathom what these two troublesome disciples were thinking.

The most unrealistic thing was that these two troublesome disciples somehow managed to defeat others every single time.

Looking at the current scene, their master felt like he was dreaming. Surrounded by the Xuanyuan Sect group, they actually appeared calm and composed, talking casually. There was no trace of fear in them. No wonder they dared to challenge the Sect Master’s personal disciple.

He both wanted to know what was happening and was afraid to keep watching. He hoped this scene would end quickly and be cut away.

It should be known that Xuanyuan Sect was not comparable to Yuling Sect from Ying Continent. As the largest sect in Shengshen Continent, Xuanyuan Sect not only had numerous experts but also many disciples holding important positions in the Immortal Court and Royal Court. They certainly wouldn’t fear Wukang Mountain’s influence in the Royal Court. If a true feud were to form, it would be a huge problem.

Reality often works against one's wishes. He didn't know that this scene wouldn't be easily switched unless the Regional Lord of Xuan Continent called for it to stop.

Anyway, the two Wukang Mountain disciples beside him were also stunned, filled with admiration. Those two had actually gone and challenged Xuanyuan Sect.

After seeing the mirror image at this moment, Elder Jian Lingzhen of Luoyue Valley and Elder Fei Zhenggong of Yuling Sect felt a sense of balance, and their minds subconsciously relaxed considerably.

Feng Chi, shrouded in a cloak, had eyes shining brightly. Among the new generation of the Demonic Path, he had truly never witnessed such dominance. They had become so timid that people almost forgot what a 'demon' should be like; it should be a presence that makes children stop crying. Who could understand the indignity of hiding in a brothel as a madam?

The Demonic Path should be this dominant! What does the reputation of the Heavenly Court's forces or the Shengshen Continent's largest sect matter? Fight them without hesitation!

Miao Yilan on the viewing platform, after roughly understanding who they were confronting, couldn't help but turn and ask her mother, “Mother, they won’t be in trouble, will they?”

She had recently seen too many corpses being carried out, and knew what the consequences of such a standoff could be. Although there might not be any romantic feelings involved, they were friends, and she truly didn't want to see a bloody scene unfold.

Elder Fei Zhenggong gave a wry smile, “How would I know? They don't seem afraid.”

Young Master Nan, at a distance, couldn't help but let out a dry laugh: “That fellow—I heard he’s only at the initial martial realm, truly… truly courageous!”

Elder Ke, having roughly understood the situation in the image, reached for the tea at his side, lowered his head to sip it. He felt there was no point in watching anymore, estimating that those two annoying fellows were at their end.

The two fellows in the image were clearly showing the name tags under their wristbands to the people surrounding them. Lan Qiaoyan found it unbearable to watch.

Regional Lord Chi Rang watched with amusement. “What’s that big fellow doing, and Shi Chun too? Why are those guys just chattering with them? Why don’t they hurry up and help my brother Wei quickly eliminate those two disgraces of Sheng Continent?”

Other regional lords burst into laughter upon hearing this, understanding that the teasing wasn't out of animosity, but rather, to some extent, due to their good relationship, which was evident from their frequent joint appearances.

Wei Mo, not to be outdone, retorted, “You’re talking big. The Heaven’s Rain Meteor Grand Assembly hasn’t even concluded. It’s not certain if your Fang Juan will ultimately win the championship.”

Chi Rang calmly replied, “Could it be that you think your Sheng Continent still has a chance? How about we make a bet? If my Shi Chun wins the championship, you wash my underwear for a year. If your Sheng Continent wins the championship, I’ll wash yours for a year. How about it, dare you bet?”

“Go on, go on! I completely agree!” “Old Wei, go for it! What are you afraid of?”

“Wei Mo, don’t boost his morale while diminishing your own prestige! Fight him!” “That arrogant look on his face is intolerable! Even if you don’t argue for logic, argue for pride!” “If this isn’t intolerable, what is? Bite back, take his bet!”