I Became a Peak Master With No Disciples?!

-- This is ch 134, please read ch 133 before this

Zhou Heng smiled, stepping closer. "You have great talent. My master, the Ninth Elder, is looking for promising disciples. I can introduce you. With his guidance, you would easily break through to Core Formation."

"Thank you, Senior Brother, but I already have a master," Wang Tian said.

"That is a pity," Zhou Heng said softly. He stepped closer, his hand hovering near Wang Tian’s arm. "However, we are in the same sect. I hope you will come to Sword Peak to spar with me in the future."

The crowd cheered their sportsmanship, but in Su Ming’s eyes, the dark threads on Zhou Heng’s soul were pulsing violently.

Su Ming did not hesitate.

Space distorted, and he appeared instantly between the two. Before Zhou Heng could react, Su Ming’s hand clamped around his neck, pinning him to the stone stage. The platform cracked under the sudden pressure.

Zhou Heng choked, his silver sword slipping from his fingers and clattering to the floor.

A collective gasp rippled through the massive amphitheater. The cheers died instantly, replaced by a stunned, heavy silence. In the galleries, thousands of disciples stood up in disbelief, staring at the stage.

Farther up, on the highest tier, Jian Wushen stood up as his eyes widened in surprise. Peak Master Jian Wufeng and the nine Sword Elders rose from their seats in shock.

Wang Tian gasped, taking a step back in shock. "Master?"

"Wang Tian. Move away," Su Ming commanded, his voice low and sharp.

He tightened his grip on Zhou Heng’s neck. Su Ming ignored the heavy pressure and the blades directed at his back. He stared directly into the trembling disciple’s pupils, his voice quiet but echoing with absolute authority as the Chapter ended.

"Who are you?"

***

Shouts of outrage soon erupted from the rows of spectators, echoing loudly across the open space. The sudden violence shattered the celebratory mood of the tournament in an instant.

"What is he doing?" an inner disciple shouted, pointing a trembling finger at the stage. "He is a guest Peak Master! How can he attack a disciple of our peak in broad daylight? This is outrageous!"

"He is a Nascent Soul elder bullying a junior because his own disciple lost the match! How shameless!" another yelled, his voice cracking with indignation.

"Get him off the stage! Elder Cang, protect Senior Brother Zhou!" a senior disciple screamed, waving his arms to rally the crowd.

The gallery buzzed with angry shouts. Hundreds of spectators rose to their feet, their faces red as they gestured angrily toward the center of the arena, demanding justice.

In a flash of light, the nine Sword Elders teleported down, forming a tight circle around Su Ming with their swords drawn and pointed directly at him. The air grew heavy, filled with the sharp hum of their collective swords. Jian Wufeng descended from the highest seat, his sword in his hand, his face dark as a storm cloud.

"Elder Su, explain your actions," The first elder demanded, his voice heavy, carrying a sharp authority that echoed off the surrounding cliffs. "Forcing your way onto the stage, attacking a participating disciple like that and interrupting the tournament is a violation of the Heavenly Sword Peak’s rules. Just because your disciple lost, you can not do this."

Before Su Ming could speak, Elder Cang Yun immediately tried to take charge of the situation. He stepped forward from the elders’ tier with a look of deep indignation, aggressively questioning Su Ming.

"Peak Master Su, what is the meaning of this?" Cang Yun called out, his voice echoing across the arena. "You trespass on our tournament, attack my personal disciple in front of the entire sect. Do you have no respect for the Sword Peak, or do you think a mere outer sect elder can bully us as he pleases?"

Other Sword Peak elders, encouraged by Cang Yun’s outrage, grew angry. "Explain your actions! Disrupting the tournament is a great insult to our peak!"

From his seat, Jian Wushen leaped down, landing near the stage. He stepped in front of Cang Yun, blocking him.

"Elder Cang, let us hear what Brother Su has to say first," Jian Wushen said, his attention fully focused on Su Ming. He knew his sworn brother would not act like this for no reason.

Su Ming remained completely silent, ignoring the blades pointed at his back and the pressure directed at him. He tightened his grip on Zhou Heng’s neck, suppressing the writhing demonic mark.

"Zhou Heng has been infected," Su Ming finally said, his voice calm and cold. "His soul has been marked by a Demonic Soul Brand."

"A Demonic Soul Brand? This is nonsense!" some of the elders objected, shaking their heads in disbelief.

"Then we must scan his soul sea to verify such a claim," an elder proposed, stepping forward.

"Checking a cultivator’s soul sea is a highly unrighteous, invasive violation. It is an insult to our entire peak to demand this without absolute proof," Elder Cang Yun argued, his expression fierce as he defended his disciple.

Instead of arguing, Su Ming pushed his Essence Sight to the limit. Deep within Zhou Heng’s soul, the dark brand began to vibrate violently under the intense spiritual scrutiny. Su Ming traced the dark, pulsing energy across the stone floor, directly toward the group of elders, ending at the chest of Elder Cang Yun.

Focusing his Essence Sight, Su Ming saw a pulsing, seed-like energy coiling within the elder’s soul sea. It was on a completely different scale from that simple mark, carrying a dark, ancient aura that sent a chill through his bones.

Su Ming pointed his sword directly at Elder Cang Yun. "You... what did you do to disciple Zhou Heng?"

Other Sword Peak elders, outraged by Su Ming’s accusation, grew angry. "Pointing your sword towards an elder without any reason? This is a grave offense! Do you think you can insult the elders of our peak as you please?"

Jian Wufeng’s voice pierced through the noise of the crowd, demanding order. "Everyone, calm down."

Cang Yun tried to take control of the situation, claiming, "Peak Master Jian, this is my personal disciple’s affair. Please let me handle it. Peak Master Su is trying to defame me, and I will prove him wrong and personally interrogate Zhou Heng."

Jian Wufeng, however, refused to step back. Jian Wushen stood firmly in front of Cang Yun, blocking him from reaching Zhou Heng.

"No, let me verify. I have heard enough of this nonsense," Jian Wushen said, his hand resting on his sword hilt as he stood with his back to Cang Yun, focused entirely on Su Ming.

Cang Yun realized he could not continue this anymore, and his facade was cracking. The confident expression gradually vanished from his face, replaced by a cold, desperate calculation. In a split second, as he jumped back, he flicked his wrist and threw a black needle directly into Jian Wushen’s back.

A wicked, chilling smile appeared on his face.

"Aaghh!!" Jian Wushen suddenly collapsed to his knees, his sword clattering from his grip onto the cold stone. His face contorted in sudden, intense agony, his body stiffening as the black pulsing veins appeared on his body and immediately began to corrode his meridians.

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