Chapter 27: Little Fatty
The Divine Sword Sect disciples were all strutting about aggressively, their gazes toward the True Martial Sect disciples carrying malice, as if their own possessions had been snatched away and they were determined to snatch them back.
In response.
The True Martial Sect disciples were not backing down either.
Led by the nine True Disciples, the disciples’ gazes were all cold.
The atmosphere instantly became somewhat tense.
Dragon Mountain Daoist was helpless.
He sighed:
“The ten-year agreement is naturally not forgotten.”
“Then as Divine Sword Brother said, still the old rules?”
Divine Sword Elder’s originally fierce aura immediately stalled, his expression somewhat unnatural.
Ten years ago in his battle with Dragon Mountain Daoist, he had already sensed it; the opponent had vaguely held back. This time, knowing Dragon Mountain Daoist had one foot in the Heavenly Human Realm, fighting again would surely be a definite loss.
Just thinking about being abused in front of so many disciples again made his teeth ache.
But the words had already been spoken.
He naturally wouldn’t slap his own face in public.
He lightly coughed twice and snorted:
“Dragon Mountain Ox Nose, is this how you treat guests?”
Dragon Mountain Daoist was stunned, then laughed loudly:
“Divine Sword Brother bringing all the Divine Sword Sect’s esteemed disciples here, our True Martial Sect has long prepared a welcoming banquet to wash away the dust!”
“Wentian, take the Divine Sword Sect’s esteemed disciples over.”
“Divine Sword Brother, please!”
With that.
Dragon Mountain Daoist and Divine Sword Elder headed toward Mingwu Pavilion, the two clearly having matters to discuss.
Seeing this.
The disciples of both sects were somewhat baffled, looking at each other in bewilderment.
It had clearly felt like a fight was about to break out, with swords drawn and bows bent, yet suddenly they were starting to eat.
Only a few among them saw it clearly; they knew these two elders just appeared at odds on the surface, but deep down probably still regarded each other as good friends, mainly unable to save face.
Ning Qi couldn’t help but smile faintly.
Luo Wentian also shook his head.
He knew even more clearly about the matters here.
“Everyone, please.”
He smiled at Divine Sword Sect’s Senior Disciple Brother Dong He; Dong He also gave a helpless smile.
Qin Yun followed behind Luo Wentian, the sharpness in his eyes gradually fading, though still somewhat cold.
Ning Qi was bringing the White Ape along at the rear.
At this moment, a sneaky voice rang out:
“Is this your pet?”
Ning Qi turned his head to look; a fair and tender little fatty was gazing hotly at the White Ape, sniffing his nose, seemingly very envious that Ning Qi had such a divine pet. In fact, quite a few Divine Sword Sect disciples’ gazes lingered on the White Ape.
Hearing this.
Before Ning Qi could say anything, the White Ape was already furious.
It now regarded itself as a person; hearing the little fatty say this, it immediately bared its teeth, startling the little fatty. If not for Ning Qi being nearby, it would have definitely teased this little fatty.
Ning Qi said seriously:
“It’s not my pet; it’s a third-generation disciple of True Martial Sect, called Yuan Tiansheng.”
The little fatty was stunned, then saw the White Ape snort coldly; he reacted with an “ah”:
“Sorry, sorry.”
He couldn’t help but add:
“Yuan Tiansheng, you’re so smart, actually able to understand my words.”
But the White Ape crossed its arms, snorted coldly, and ignored him.
The little fatty wiped his nose dejectedly and looked at Ning Qi:
“My name is Zhuang Chen.”
Ning Qi nodded with a smile:
“Ning Qi.”
He could perceive that the vitality in Zhuang Chen’s body was not weak; clearly, he had already stepped into the Martial Way. Given his age, he was obviously in the category of peerless prodigies.
The disciples of both sects took their seats.
With Luo Wentian and others accompanying, Ning Qi naturally didn’t need to do anything; he just needed to mind himself.
However.
There was an extra tag-along.
Perhaps discovering that among True Martial Sect’s True Disciples there was one about his own age, Zhuang Chen directly sat beside Ning Qi.
Originally, Divine Sword Sect’s Senior Disciple Brother Dong He wanted to stop him, but he was smilingly dissuaded by Luo Wentian, who said our little Junior Brother bringing Zhuang Chen was no problem.
This made Dong He look at Ning Qi in astonishment.
However.
This made things somewhat tough for Ning Qi.
The little fatty Zhuang Chen turned out to be a chatterbox.
“Ning Qi, have you started practicing martial arts yet?”
“I’ve practiced for a while.”
“Ning Qi, do you know sword techniques?”
“A little.”
“Ning Qi, how did you meet Yuan Tiansheng?”
“Ning Qi, let me tell you quietly, I’m very strong.”
“Ning Qi…”
At first.
Ning Qi still gave perfunctory replies.
But after seeing this little fatty talking more and more, Ning Qi wisely shut his mouth.
He wandered outside the body, and after listening for a moment to the conversations between the disciples of both sects, he immersed himself in his own world, enlightening on the Dao and contemplating techniques, which he could do anywhere.
“Ning Qi, Ning Qi…”
Zhuang Chen looked at Ning Qi, who had unfocused eyes and wasn’t answering his questions, and a sense of pity rose in his heart:
“Ning Qi seems not very smart; I ask him a few questions and he only answers one.”
Zhuang Chen looked toward the White Ape again, trying to strike up a conversation.
But the White Ape just made a funny face and ignored him; the little White Ape held grudges too.
Zhuang Chen pursed his lips slightly, then focused all his attention on the food in front of him.
Eating was his second greatest hobby.
The welcoming banquet passed without incident.
Though the disciples of both sects were young and vigorous, somewhat displeased with each other, they all knew etiquette and restrained themselves.
It wasn’t until near the end that Divine Sword Elder and Dragon Mountain Daoist’s figures reappeared.
Ning Qi awoke from his wandering state.
The two took their seats at the head.
Dragon Mountain Daoist smiled:
“Just now, Divine Sword Brother and I discussed it a bit; from now on, the ten-year agreement between our two sects needs to be changed.”
Everyone stared intently.
Divine Sword Elder lightly coughed and said indifferently:
“Our two old men are now advanced in age and inconvenient to fight. As the saying goes, if the master has matters, the disciples serve their labor. From now on, the ten-year agreement will be settled by you disciples sparring. This time counts as adaptation experience; the next time will be the formal start.”
“At that time, whoever wins will have the usage rights to True Martial Mountain for ten years.”
The disciples all felt a chill in their hearts.
Fighting spirit rose in their eyes.
Originally, they had only been spectators and witnesses to this ten-year agreement, but from now on, they had to participate.
Ning Qi felt somewhat odd in his heart.
It was probably that this Divine Sword Elder knew he couldn’t beat their master and deliberately proposed changing the format.
But looking at Dragon Mountain Daoist’s smiling face, it seemed he didn’t mind.
The two changing the form of the wager was probably also with the idea of giving their sect disciples some pressure; with pressure comes motivation, and with the ten-year agreement hanging over their heads, they could progress faster.
Ning Qi smiled inwardly.
This method was clearly effective; even the White Ape and little fatty beside him were excited.
Some young disciples’ faces were flushed red.
For the Divine Sword Sect disciples, this was a prime opportunity to fulfill Divine Sword Elder’s long-held wish, while for True Martial Sect disciples, it was to defend their sect’s honor.
Ning Qi always felt that his master and Divine Sword Elder had some wicked amusement in their smiles.
He didn’t know what exactly the two had said in Mingwu Pavilion.
Seeing the atmosphere already stirred up.
Dragon Mountain Daoist stood up and said:
“Though this time is just for you all to adapt to the experience, it can’t be taken lightly; you must go all out. Divine Sword Brother and I have prepared some rewards, and those who perform outstandingly can obtain them.”
The disciples immediately became even more excited.
But Ning Qi felt nothing.
He could browse True Martial Sect’s entire Scripture Depository freely; he figured Divine Sword Elder wouldn’t bring out any world-shaking secret manuals.
