Chapter 5090 — Impossible!
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"Fellow training disciples, I trust you have all heard something of the recent goings-on. Certain sects, in their eagerness to be first to recruit disciples, have acted most improperly, gravely damaging the image and reputation of our Antiquity Alliance. Therefore, by decision of the Antiquity Alliance, from this day forth no training disciple shall act willfully or recklessly. You must coexist peacefully with the cultivation powers of the mundane world, and there must be not the slightest coercion. Violators will be severely punished!" Xin Yi'an announced in a loud, clear voice.
The crowd exchanged glances. In truth, apart from the Snow Sword Sect and the Qiankun Sect, quite a few other Antiquity sects had committed excesses of late, and in their eyes these were only natural. After all, they were accomplished Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Antiquity Alliance—why should they show courtesy to those mere ants of cultivators in the mundane world?
By Xin Yi'an's account, a group of seasoned Foundation Establishment cultivators wishing to accomplish something could not rely on their superior strength to force the issue, but must instead consult politely with a pack of lowly mundane cultivators. Was this not absurd?
"Impossible!" A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd. Everyone turned to look, and who should it be but Xue Jianming, just back from the Mysterious Investigation Bureau in a thoroughly bedraggled state.
"What did you say?" Xin Yi'an's face darkened at once. He was the leader in charge of this mundane-world training, and this time he had the Antiquity Alliance's written approval besides. For Xue Jianming to dare question the Alliance's decision to its face—was this open rebellion?
The others all wore expressions of eager spectatorship. Though they too were somewhat displeased by what they had just heard, at most they would grumble in private; they would never dare challenge Xin Yi'an so openly. After all, he was the martial uncle appointed by the Alliance to lead them—who would have thought Xue Jianming had such audacity!
"I said impossible!" Xue Jianming strode to the front of the crowd, his expression cold and sinister. Before, he had given the impression of a proud son of heaven, lofty and aloof; but now, with his dantian destroyed, his whole bearing had changed utterly, and he had become a venomous serpent that made one's blood run cold.
"This is the Antiquity Alliance's decision, and you dare defy it in public? Who gave you the nerve?" Xin Yi'an said in an unfriendly tone. He knew well enough that the other sects might not truly take him, their appointed martial uncle, all that seriously, but the barest minimum of authority could not be called into question. If he let Xue Jianming confront him like this in public, he might as well give up any thought of leading the group.
"I never said I would defy the Antiquity Alliance's decision. You want to live in peace with the mundane world—fine, that's no problem. But there is one man I will never let off. He is the one who reduced me to this state, and he and I cannot coexist under the same sky!" Xue Jianming said through gritted teeth.
With his dantian destroyed he was now a pure cripple; by any ordinary reckoning he ought to have tucked his tail between his legs and conducted himself with utmost caution, never daring to be so arrogant as he was now. After all, even if he had once been the senior disciple of the Snow Sword Sect, at this moment he was nothing but a powerless wreck, utterly useless to his sect, and his fate could only be to be cast aside as Wei Shenjin had been.
But Xue Jianming was different. He was the only son of the Snow Sword Sect's vice sect master; even without strength, he still had a powerful background to lean on. What was more, though his dantian and meridians had ruptured, so long as he could obtain a top-grade fifth-rank Great Restoration Pill, in theory he could still be cured.