Chapter 5077 — What Sect?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
Here the gulf in accumulated depth between the Tai Gu Little Jianghu and Cloud Terrace Island showed itself plainly. On Cloud Terrace Island, a Golden Core expert was merely an inner sect disciple; to become a martial uncle or martial elder, one needed at least a Nascent Soul.
"Above Golden Core, I've heard our Snow Sword Sect also has Nascent Soul old monsters, though I've never laid eyes on one in person. As for anything higher than that, I really don't know." Having said his piece, Fei Yangnian looked at Wei Zhao with pleading eyes. This was already everything he knew; if Wei Zhao wanted more, there was truly nothing he could do.
Wei Zhao's face darkened. "Drive and watch the road. If you hit someone, could you afford to pay for it?"
"P-pay? I couldn't afford it..." At the mention of this, Fei Yangnian was reduced to a well of bitter tears. The last time he had passed a village entrance, an old woman had lain down dozens of meters away and insisted he had hit her, refusing to let him go without compensation, and had even called a crowd out of the village. A fine Foundation Establishment mid-stage expert like him had been scared into fleeing for his life by a bunch of ordinary folk. The mere memory of it made his heart ache.
They sped along the whole way, and by the time Wei Zhao and his companion reached Snow Valley, the place was already in a state of panic from top to bottom. Nearly every Heaven-tier disciple of any real strength had been wounded, while the weaker disciples, precisely because no one had thought them worth noticing, had for the most part escaped unscathed.
By now almost all the Snow Valley disciples had gathered on the small square, staring at the four figures ahead as though facing a mortal foe. A mood of despair and terror spread ceaselessly among them. It was no wonder they felt so helpless—any one of those four, standing out alone, had flattened every disciple of theirs with the greatest strength. There was simply no fighting back.
"You've had long enough to think it over, I'd say. I told you, dragging this out does none of you any good. So long as these disciples I've named come along with me obediently, nothing else will happen to anyone. A thing that could have pleased everyone—why make trouble for yourselves?" said the leader arrogantly.
The Snow Valley crowd was silent. The newly installed Valley Master, hearing this, spat out a mouthful of black blood on the spot. These bastards of the Tai Gu Alliance had hardly come to recruit disciples—they had come to dig up the sect's very roots. Every disciple the man had named was a hope of the sect, of fine aptitude. If they were all carried off, Snow Valley would be finished from that day on, never again to dream of rising.
"In your dreams! These disciples were raised with the hard toil of all Snow Valley—this is their home! In life they are Snow Valley's people; in death they are Snow Valley's ghosts!" One Snow Valley elder forced himself to his feet and berated them.
"Noisy." The leader cursed coldly, and with a casual wave of his hand sent the elder flying through the air from afar, leaving a glaring streak of blood in his wake.
This scene once again filled the Snow Valley crowd with dread. From top to bottom, even the strongest of the grand supreme elders had been beaten into serious injury. How were they supposed to stand against such foes?
"Eldest Senior Brother, if you ask me, there's no point wasting words on them. Just drag these disciples off. Once they set foot in the Tai Gu Little Jianghu, they'll learn for themselves what's good and what's bad. Why squander time on them here?" suggested a burly, heavily bearded man beside him.
"Very well. I had hoped to settle this peacefully and leave as little for others to gossip about as possible, but since they're so blind to reason, there's no other way." The leader nodded.