Chapter 36: Zhao Congmo Is Dead
Ming Zhaoshuang slapped a Shrink Talisman onto the dragon and then fled towards the sect gate as if her feet were greased.
By the time she arrived, she saw dust swirling everywhere. The disciples of the Ao Tian Sect all stood in an orderly fashion, with traces of blood seeping from the corners of their mouths, yet they still held their swords high, maintaining the barrier of the mountain protecting formation.
And at the mountain gate, Qin Du and the six Peak Masters had even uglier expressions, bearing a significant portion of the mountain protecting formation’s energy.
Of course, no matter how ugly their expressions were, they couldn’t compare to the Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect.
They had never imagined that the Ao Tian Sect, besides a Talisman Saint’s Immobilization Talisman, would also possess an Explosion Talisman—and the power of this Explosion Talisman was such that let alone their disciples, most of whom were in the Golden Core Stage, even those in the Body Integration Stage of the Upper Cultivation World might not be able to withstand it.
Look, this mountain protecting formation of the Ao Tian Sect was drawn by the Dragon King who ascended ten thousand years ago, and it took great effort to resist it.
As for Zhao Congmo and Fei Changxiu on the arena, he didn’t need to think; they must have been reduced to a pile of ash.
From the beginning, he had repeatedly instructed Zhao Congmo to strike to kill. He hadn’t expected that Fei Changxiu, who appeared so nonchalant, possessed considerable strength and could withstand so many of Zhao Congmo’s moves.
In the final move, just as Fei Changxiu’s spiritual power was depleted and Zhao Congmo was about to take his head, who would have thought he still had an Explosion Talisman drawn by a Talisman Saint? When it was thrown out, let alone Zhao Congmo, everyone present was shocked.
After all, as a combat talisman, the Explosion Talisman always required the most mental effort to create.
Talisman Saint Talismans were already precious and fought over even in the Upper Cultivation World, let alone the rarest and most valuable among them, the Explosion Talisman.
In a mere sect competition, not only did an Immobilization Talisman appear, but an Explosion Talisman did too.
Ever since Zhao Congmo joined their Lingxiao Sect, he had been given exclusive treatment in every aspect, consuming an immeasurable amount of resources.
If he were to perish simply because of a small Talisman Saint’s Secret Realm, it would be truly too regretful.
The Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect pondered for a moment and said to Qin Du, who was panting from activating the mountain protecting formation:
“Sect Master Qin, if both of them die here, it will only be considered a draw. Then this one quota should not belong to the Ao Tian Sect, right.”
Regardless, Zhao Congmo had managed to take one down. As for Fei Changxiu, hearing that he was the next Chief Senior Disciple of the Ao Tian Sect, it wasn’t too much of a loss.
Qin Du stared blankly at the swirling dust and mist that had yet to dissipate, as if he hadn’t heard what the Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect said.
This was merely a competition between sects; why did it have to result in the loss of two disciples.
Earlier, Zhao Congmo’s moves were ruthlessly vicious. Fei Changxiu’s cultivation was inherently weaker than his, and Qin Du had wanted to call off the match numerous times, only to be stopped by the Peak Master of Xiu Tian Peak.
But now, they were both about to perish in the same match, all for a small quota to the Talisman Saint’s Secret Realm. How could one not feel regret and sorrow.
The Peak Master of Xiu Tian Peak even burst into loud sobs.
Fei Changxiu had always been his favored disciple. Although his personality was unreliable and he often offended people, in his heart, Fei Changxiu had always been an excellent child.
Earlier, Zhao Congmo’s methods were vicious, and Qin Du had always wanted to concede defeat on behalf of the Ao Tian Sect. However, he had always believed that Fei Changxiu could defeat Zhao Congmo, thus he repeatedly obstructed him. Who knew it would turn out like this.
“Old Qin, I’m sorry to Changxiu… *sob sob sob*… I’m sorry to the Fei Family.”
At this moment, a clear young voice came:
“Old Xiu, I told you, you look especially ugly when you cry. Why do you always cry.”
The dust scattered, and a remarkably handsome young man walked out from within.
His robes were slightly soiled, but he had no injuries at all.
Seeing Fei Changxiu emerge unharmed from the billowing smoke, Ming Zhaoshuang finally stopped her sprint and slowly walked out from behind the Ao Tian Sect disciples.
The Peak Master of Xiu Tian Peak froze for a moment, quickly wiped away his tears, and said disdainfully:
“You’re not dead, so hurry back!”
“Old Xiu, I wish I could hurry back, but the match isn’t over yet.”
Fei Changxiu shouted, then turned to the Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect and said:
“The traitor of the Ao Tian Sect, Zhao Congmo, is dead. Can this match now be declared over.”
“You, how are you not dead.”
The Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect’s eyes widened, and he finally stammered out these words.
Fei Changxiu smiled and replied:
“Talisman Saint Talismans are really useful. The user also gets a protective shield, so there’s no need to worry about the power being too great and affecting oneself.”
The Sect Master of the Bixia Sect really wanted to curse the Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect for being so dim-witted, how could a Nascent Soul cultivator be intimidated by a mere Golden Core cultivator.
He coughed lightly and said:
“Old Qin, this isn’t appropriate, is it? A competition is a competition, how could it result in someone’s death.”
The Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect only then reacted, his voice cold:
“Sect Master Qin, your Ao Tian Sect disciple first nearly killed my son, and now he has blown up the Chief Senior Disciple of our Lingxiao Sect. This is too ruthless.”
At that, the disciples who had come with the Lingxiao Sect also raised their swords and shouted:
“Request the Ao Tian Sect compensate us for our Senior Brother’s life! Request the Ao Tian Sect give us Lingxiao Sect an explanation!”
Fei Changxiu found it laughable upon hearing this, and spat:
“You are truly shameless. If Zhao Congmo hadn’t been targeting my vital points every single time, how could I bear to use a Talisman Saint Talisman? How could your Senior Brother have died? What, is it only okay for officials to set fires but not for the common people to light lamps?”
As soon as he spoke, the entire Ao Tian Sect became restless.
“What explanation are you demanding! Your Zhao Congmo should have died in the Ao Tian Sect a year ago!”
“Trash belongs in the trash can. Our Ao Tian Sect doesn’t want this kind of scum!”
“Senior Brother Fei is acting on behalf of heaven, what’s wrong with that!”
“To be honest, the life of this dog Zhao isn’t worth a Talisman Saint Talisman!”
……
The sky gradually darkened, and Qin Du’s expression became particularly grim amidst this uproar.
Finally, he glanced at Zhao Congmo, who was in the midst of the mess, not even leaving a complete corpse, and sighed:
“What explanation does the Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect want? Or does the Sect Master think that our Ao Tian Sect should provide an explanation.”
Before the Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect could speak, the Sect Master of the Bixia Sect interjected: “The remaining six quotas all belong to our two sects.”
The Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect quickly followed up: “Yes, the remaining six quotas must all be ours! You Ao Tian Sect automatically withdraw! Otherwise, our Lingxiao Sect will not let your Ao Tian Sect off!”
Their arrogant demeanor now likely stemmed from them forgetting that the Ao Tian Sect had already won four consecutive matches. Originally, they had a total of six quotas.
It was only because they liked to court death that they were now in the pathetic situation of being able to claim at most six quotas. One could only say, if you don’t court death, you won’t die.
“Heh.”
After a long period of silence, Qin Du finally let out a cold laugh.
A long sword appeared in his palm from nowhere, and Qin Du’s voice, no longer as gentle as before, was filled with indifference and dominance:
“I would like to see how your Lingxiao Sect intends to not let our Ao Tian Sect off.”
As soon as the long sword emerged, the Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect and the Sect Master of the Bixia Sect trembled, suddenly remembering their younger days when they had clashed with Qin Du several times and had all returned defeated.
In recent years, Qin Du’s temper had become increasingly gentle, causing them to forget what a arrogant and volatile personality he once had.
The Sect Master of the Bixia Sect swallowed and said: “Old Qin, calm down. Old Ling was just joking with you. Just give him some pills, equipment, and talismans, and that would be a satisfactory conclusion for the Lingxiao Sect.”
The Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect also felt a hint of retreat, and coughed:
“Yes, Zhao Congmo came from your Ao Tian Sect anyway, so I don’t have much affection for him. Just give me ten Mysterious Tier Spirit Artifacts, ten Mysterious Tier Pills, ten Mysterious Tier Talismans, and dozens of Mysterious Tier Spiritual Beasts.”
