From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

Million Sword Hall.

The peak lords sat in front of Qing Yang Zi, wondering what it was all about.

Qing Yang Zi had a letter in his hand and said, "There’s an urgent mission from the general at the western front.

"They need assistance with formation arrays to ward off the demonic beast hordes.

"Ming Ye, bring your senior disciples and render assistance as soon as possible."

Han Dang immediately stood up and said, "Sect master, our weapons from the Artifact Peak can help as much. I don’t think this should be entrusted to Zhao Ming Ye."

"I’ve had enough of you!" Zhao Ming Ye stood up and pointed at Han Dang.

"Stop it. This is urgent and non-negotiable. If Qing Feng sect wants to stay the top sect in Quan Dynasty, we had better help."

Tan Fei sat quietly, sipping his tea.

Seeing how Han Dang was his normal self, fighting for the chance with Zhao Ming Ye, he was convinced the urgent mission was real.

This was his chance.

The next day, when they set off, he’d made sure he saw Zhao Ming Ye and all the senior disciples out of Qing Feng sect.

With Zhao Ming Ye away, Tan Fei could now execute his plan.

He hurriedly wrote a letter to be sent to the inn where the Storm Fist Thunder sect was staying.

...

Next day.

After finishing chopping and gathering of firewood, Lin Fan carried them over to the menial disciple quarters as usual.

When he arrived, he realized that everyone looked at him differently.

Some came up and greeted him, trying to make small talk.

Lin Fan just smiled and nodded.

These weathercocks, Lin Fan thought.

Now that they knew how strong Lin Fan was after the monthly ranking, they tried to be on his good side.

It was not so long ago that they had made fun of his unknown cultivation root.

"Come, let me help you," Sim, the senior menial disciple, came out and offered help when he saw Lin Fan.

"Sure, here you go," Lin Fan put down the huge stack of firewood on his back and relaxed his shoulder by swinging his arms.

"Argh."

Sim tried to move the stack of firewood but found out that he couldn’t.

It was too heavy for him.

The other menial disciples quickly ran over and tried to help, trying their best to please Lin Fan.

But Lin Fan just smirked and looked at them with their faces flushed with blood, trying their hardest to move the huge stack of firewood.

"Come everyone, there’s something happening at the central square!"

Someone shouted, and Lin Fan was intrigued.

The menial disciples went over, gathered next to the central square, and tried to look at what was happening from afar.

In the central square, there were about a hundred men all dressed in their sect’s robes, looking menacing with their cold stares.

They were from the Storm Fist Thunder sect.

On the other side, most of the disciples from Qing Feng sect were standing behind Qing Yang Zi.

The leader of the men stepped forward, clasped his hands, and bowed. "Thank you, Sect master Qing Yang Zi, for the chance to allow us to visit and clarify the rumors."

Qing Yang Zi, stroking his beard, gave out a smile and replied, "Sect master Low Qiang, as fellow cultivators, the Qing Feng sect will always be open to visits from fellow cultivators."

"Looking at all the young disciples you have, why don’t we have a friendly match among the new disciples? I’ve always wanted to find out why the Storm Fist Thunder sect could only be second, behind the Qing Feng sect."

Low Qiang said and stole a glance at Tan Fei.

It was his signal for Tan Fei to execute his plan; the match would buy Tan Fei’s men time to retrieve Low Tian’s head.

Tan Fei thought for a moment.

It would cost him his life if this gamble didn’t work out.

Looking at Qing Yang Zi, the other peak lords, and the disciples gathered in the central square, he felt he had a good chance of pulling it off.

All the conditions looked ripe.

It was now or never.

Finally, he decided.

Tan Fei stroked his mustache; his close guard beside him got the cue and silently left the crowd.

"How would you want the match to be organized?" Qing Yang Zi asked.

He stroked his beard as he used his silent voice to give out instructions to his men to get moving.

"Simple, each of the peaks sends out two representatives.

"Their cultivation level mustn’t be more than Foundation Establishment level.

"But as you know, accidents do happen while sparring.

"If your disciples are afraid, they can chicken out."

The men from Storm Fist Thunder sect laughed out loud.

"How dare you!"

"You realize where you are now!"

"Sect master, let me kill all of them!"

The disciples from Qing Feng sect weren’t too happy with what Low Qiang said.

From afar, the menial disciples also gritted their teeth and cursed at the Storm Fist Thunder Sect.

Lin Fan just watched, happy to have the chance to see how others fight.

"Silence!" Qing Yang Zi stopped their bickering and turned to Low Qiang.

"We are more than happy to take the challenge."

Qing Yang Zi agreed, and the peak lords got to it and picked their best disciples for the match.

Everyone except Zhang Xi.

She herself was at Foundation Establishment level, but she didn’t have any other disciples.

The other peak lords and disciples looked at her, waiting for her nomination.

"Zhang Xi, it’s all right if you don’t have a nomination; we can just forfeit one match," Qing Yang Zi said.

"I..." Zhang Xi hesitated.

"What? Forfeit one match?"

"The Physique Peak again..."

"Maybe it’s time to merge the Physique Peak with others."

Zhang Xi stared at all the disciples chattering about how Physique Peak was bringing the Qing Feng sect down.

"Sect master, I have someone to help. You’ve agreed to it previously," Zhang Xi said.

Qing Yang Zi thought for a moment, and when he recalled it, he nodded and said, "Hmm... Indeed, I promised."

Zhang Xi then stepped out and raised her hand with the sword pendant.

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