Chapter 1690: Chapter 1687: It Shouldn’t Be Like This
Yao Wenlong stood there, looking at the arrogant Wang Xingpeng in front of him, a surge of uncontrollable disgust rising in his heart.
He had seen too many Immortal Second Generations like him.
Relying on their parents’ power, they acted domineeringly in the Sect, looking down on everyone.
These people were born at the endpoint that others strive a lifetime to reach, yet they never cherished their fortune, instead viewing it as capital to oppress others.
Wang Xingpeng, being the only son of Wang Yuanxiao and Bai Xumi of Tianzhu Peak, was the outstanding one among them.
This person was quite mediocre originally, not knowing how many disciples’ resources he monopolized in the Sect, barely utilizing the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures plundered by his parents to forcibly build himself up to Middle Stage Core Formation, yet he did not know how to be humble and grateful. On the contrary, he acted arrogantly, committing evil deeds outside and bullying many young disciples inside the Sect, especially toying with some female cultivators, leading them to die with grudge, but because his parents fiercely protected him, those victims had no place to seek justice.
For someone like him, Yao Wenlong, who rose from humble beginnings, worked diligently in cultivation, held deep resentment.
However, he himself was of low status, usually not daring to offend Wang Xingpeng.
Moreover, now Tianzhu Peak was powerful, even his own master bowed down to Wang Yuanxiao and Bai Xumi, he being a lowly disciple, even if he dislikes them, what can he do?
"Junior Brother Wenlong, you don’t need to be so tense." Xiao Yanfei, seeing the atmosphere was stiff, smilingly mediated, "Junior Brother Xingpeng just wants to see how those Earth Cultivators are doing these days. After all, Junior Brother Wang had conflicts with these Earth Cultivators before, and almost died, suffering irreversible damage because of them. Now they are imprisoned here. With Junior Brother Xingpeng’s nature, how could he not come to take a look?"
Yao Wenlong inwardly sneered.
Back then, Yang Fei should have directly killed him, what a pity.
"Brother Xiao, Junior Brother Wang, forgive me for speaking bluntly." Yao Wenlong took a deep breath, speaking firmly, "These Earth Cultivators are major criminals ordered by my Master and your Master to be imprisoned, no one is allowed to contact them privately. This is an iron rule I cannot break."
"Iron rule?" Wang Xingpeng finally turned his head, a pair of triangular eyes sizing up Yao Wenlong, a smirk at the corner of his mouth, "The iron rule you speak of, was it set by my dad and mom, or by your master?"
Yao Wenlong’s expression remained unchanged: "Both."
"Then that’s settled!" Wang Xingpeng waved his hand grandly, speaking arrogantly, "The rules set by my dad and mom apply to you, but as their son, I am here personally, I say what the rules are. What, do you still want to stop me?"
"Junior Brother Wang..." Yao Wenlong wanted to continue, but was rudely interrupted by Wang Xingpeng.
"Enough!" Wang Xingpeng’s face darkened, "Yao Wenlong, I respect you as a disciple of Beiming Peak, speaking politely with you for a few words. Don’t take it for granted! Today, I must go in and see, if you are wise, then move aside obediently, otherwise... hum!"
This cold snort was full of unhidden threat.
Yao Wenlong’s anger surged within, yet he still pressed it down.
He knew, with his Cultivation at Early Stage Nascent Soul, it wouldn’t be difficult to kill Wang Xingpeng, but with Xiao Yanfei beside him, it was impossible for him to win.
But, to let this group of Earth Cultivators be bullied by Wang Xingpeng in front of him, he could not bear.
Those Earth Cultivators were innocently entangled in this.
Especially the woman named Helian Rong, she was originally Yang Fei’s Dao Companion, mother and child imprisoned here, living in constant fear already extremely pitiful, now Wang Xingpeng sought them out, surely targeting her and her child. With Wang Xingpeng’s nature, how could he spare the exceptionally beautiful Helian Rong?
If Wang Xingpeng, this petty and vengeful person found her, the consequences would be unthinkable.
"Junior Brother Wang..." Yao Wenlong took a deep breath, deciding to try one more time, "If you have grievances, wait for Yang Fei to return, why make things difficult for the weak?"
"Weak?" Wang Xingpeng sneered, "Hum, in the Cultivation World, strength is respected, back when Yang Fei almost killed me, why didn’t he spare me for being weak?"
"Then go seek revenge against Yang Fei, why make things difficult for his wife and children?" Yao Wenlong frowned.
"Hahaha!" Wang Xingpeng saw Yao Wenlong persistently trying to block him, laughing instead of being angry, "Yao Wenlong, your master has already made his choice, now the situation is clear, as a disciple of Beiming Peak, will you let your master be troubled? Yang Fei once upset me, today I will upset his whole family! This is the consequence of becoming an enemy with me, Wang Xingpeng."
Finally, his face showed a few degrees of ferocity and arrogance, eyes coldly staring at Yao Wenlong’s face, threat unhidden.
"Brother Xiao, search for me! Find Helian Rong and that brat! I want to see, what kind of person is Yang Fei’s woman!"
Xiao Yanfei hesitated looking at Yao Wenlong, eventually nodded: "Yes, Junior Brother."
Yao Wenlong’s face changed, hurriedly stepping forward, blocking Xiao Yanfei: "Brother Xiao, you can’t..."
Before he finished speaking, a surge of boundless Spiritual Power erupted, forcing him to stagger back.
"Junior Brother Yao, my apologies." Xiao Yanfei said flatly, striking out with one palm, its wind sharply aiming for Yao Wenlong’s chest.
Yao Wenlong’s expression tensed, hastily operating Spiritual Power, hands forming seals, condensing a Spiritual Power barrier in front of him.
"Boom!"
A muffled sound, Yao Wenlong felt a domineering force transmitting through the barrier, numbing his arms, causing him to stagger back several steps before barely stabilizing himself.
Peak Late-stage Nascent Soul, truly lives up to its name!
That single palm from Xiao Yanfei, using merely fifty percent of his power, already exerted enormous pressure on Yao Wenlong.
"Junior Brother Yao, you’re not my match, why persist in self-inflicted suffering?" Xiao Yanfei shook his head, his tone carrying some pity, "Move aside, let Junior Brother Xingpeng finish his business, we will leave, don’t injure our brotherly harmony over a group of unrelated people."
Yao Wenlong’s expression shifted repeatedly, unwilling to yield.
"Brother Xiao, it’s my duty, pardon me!" Yao Wenlong shouted lowly, his hands forming seals, the surrounding Spiritual Power surged, a golden light rising from his body, transforming into a golden long sword, thrusting straight at Xiao Yanfei.
"Humph, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit, really think you’re capable of protecting those people?" Xiao Yanfei snorted coldly, not seen moving, merely waving a hand, an invisible force roared out, clashing with the golden long sword.
"Boom!"
A loud bang, the golden long sword shattered upon sound, dissipating into points of gold light in the air.
Yao Wenlong grunted, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, stumbling back.
"Junior Brother Yao, do you still want to fight?" Xiao Yanfei stood with folded hands, composed demeanor, "The gap between Early Stage Nascent Soul and Late Stage, you should know better than me. Continuing will only injure yourself more heavily."
Yao Wenlong wiped the blood from his mouth corner, eyes firm: "Brother Xiao, I know I’m not your match, but I can’t let you pass. This is my responsibility."
While saying this, his heart beat furiously, even he didn’t know what he was persisting for.
Clearly his master had already bowed down.
Yet he felt, the Cultivation World shouldn’t be like this, Shang Qing Sect is the renowned orthodox Sect of the Southern Domain Cultivation World, Shang Qing Sect’s cultivators shouldn’t be like this either.
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