I Am Arrogant, I Am Overbearing (Part 1)

Chapter Eleven: I Am Arrogant, I Am Overbearing (Part 1)

Although Nan Huairen was no genius, his aptitude was still decent; otherwise, he would not have become a hall envoy. He had once browsed the Mystic Gate Saber Technique. In his eyes, it had been nothing more than an ordinary martial skill, yet in Li Qiye's hands today, it possessed the power to turn decay into magic.

Li Qiye's words were difficult for Nan Huairen to fully believe, but seeing was believing. He could not help but say, "No matter how powerful a martial skill is, it cannot be mentioned in the same breath as a cultivation art. Martial skills are merely branches and twigs at the end of the road."

In truth, even now, he could hardly believe that the mere Mystic Gate Saber Technique could kill a cultivator like Du Yuanguang. Yet he had witnessed it with his own eyes!

Li Qiye did not explain much in response to Nan Huairen's disbelief. He merely said leisurely and unhurriedly, "That depends on whose martial skill it is, and whose cultivation art it is!"

Naturally, Nan Huairen did not know that although the Mystic Gate Saber Technique had originated in the mortal world, it had later been refined by Immortal Emperor Mingren. It could not compare to Imperial Techniques, but compared to ordinary cultivation arts, it was more than sufficient.

Nan Huairen was filled with doubt. Before this, he would certainly have thought Li Qiye arrogantly ignorant. But now, it seemed Li Qiye was not arrogantly ignorant at all. His casual actions were enough to show that he had everything planned out and victory firmly in hand.

Nan Huairen could not help looking at Li Qiye strangely. He was adept at dancing with long sleeves and being smooth in every direction; he was skilled at reading faces and guessing people's thoughts. Yet this thirteen-year-old Li Qiye was impossible for him to fathom for the moment.

At thirteen, Li Qiye should have been nothing more than a disciple who had only recently entered the Washing Yan Ancient Sect. Such disciples were green and excitable. Yet thirteen-year-old Li Qiye was as deep as an abyssal sea and as still as sunken water, giving others an indescribable feeling.

A few days ago, Li Qiye had used Third Ghost Lord's Washing Yan Ancient Token to become the Chief Disciple of the Washing Yan Ancient Sect. With a Mortal Fate, Mortal Meridians, and Mortal Physique, let alone the six Elders, even Nan Huairen had thought Li Qiye was someone without much of a future.

When he had first encountered Li Qiye, he had even thought the boy was a little deranged—perhaps arrogantly conceited, ignorant and fearless. But now that he carefully reflected on their interactions over the past few days, the things that had seemed arrogant and ignorant to him appeared to be entirely natural to Li Qiye.

While Nan Huairen was uncertain, his master, Protector Mo, was at his wits' end. They had killed a disciple of the Nine Sacred Demon Gate, and Du Yuanguang had been a disciple highly valued by Protector Xu. This was simply bringing a catastrophic disaster upon the Washing Yan Ancient Sect!

"Great disaster is upon us!" Protector Mo was helpless as he said, "Forget the assessment. We return to the sect!" The three of them were in the Nine Sacred Demon Gate right now; they were practically inside a dragon's pool and tiger's den!

The three of them could not possibly contend against a colossal force like the Nine Sacred Demon Gate. Protector Mo had only one thought now: flee! Flee the Nine Sacred Demon Gate and return to the Washing Yan Ancient Sect.

"This is merely a trifling matter. Why flee?" Yet Li Qiye, the one at the heart of it all, remained as composed as an old god. Reclining in his grand chair with a certain air of authority, he said slowly, "In my view, nowhere is safer than the Nine Sacred Demon Gate."

Protector Mo glared fiercely at Li Qiye. Faced with such arrogant ignorance, he wanted to slap Li Qiye several times, but with calamity looming overhead, he had neither the interest nor the mood to teach him a lesson.

"What the hell do you know!" Even someone as sparing with words as Protector Mo could not help swearing. "You think killing Du Yuanguang by sheer luck makes you invincible beneath heaven? You have no idea how powerful the Nine Sacred Demon Gate is! Forget their Elders and Demon Emperors—even one of their Protectors could stand against the six Elders of our Washing Yan Ancient Sect! If the Nine Sacred Demon Gate wants to kill us, it would be easier than crushing an ant!"

Protector Mo was speaking the truth. The six Elders of the Washing Yan Ancient Sect could only be considered mighty figures if placed in a great kingdom, but even the Hall Masters of the Nine Sacred Demon Gate possessed the strength of mighty figures. As for their Elders, there was no need to even mention them. Their Demon Emperors had created astonishing miracles over the past thirty thousand years! Legend had it that the Sun-Turning Demon Emperor of the Nine Sacred Demon Gate was already unfathomable!

"Protector Mo, there is no need to be alarmed." Li Qiye remained as composed as an old god. "The mere Nine Sacred Demon Gate. If we were outside, I might truly be a little worried. But within the Nine Sacred Demon Gate, it will depend on who crushes whom! Mighty figures and kings—what are they worth mentioning?"

Li Qiye's wild words made Protector Mo tremble with rage. The six Elders of their Washing Yan Ancient Sect could only be mighty figures, yet this disciple who had only just entered the sect and knew nothing about cultivation arts dared to say mighty figures and kings were not worth mentioning.

"You—" Protector Mo truly wanted to give this arrogantly ignorant fellow a thorough slapping!

At that moment, a commotion sounded outside! Nan Huairen's expression changed, and he hurried out to investigate. But he quickly rushed back, his face greatly changed as he cried out, "Not good! Our courtyard has been sealed off by disciples of the Nine Sacred Demon Gate!"

Protector Mo's expression changed drastically, and he shot to his feet. At that moment, several people entered from outside. The leader was Hall Master Fu, whose face was now dark to the extreme.

"Brother Fu, there has been a misunderstanding between our two sects!" Seeing Hall Master Fu enter with a cold expression, Protector Mo knew calamity could not be avoided. He took a deep breath and forced himself to step forward.

"A misunderstanding? If it is a misunderstanding, explain it to our nephew Xu!" Hall Master Fu snorted coldly and stepped aside. A young man stood out from beside him.

This young man wore golden robes. His blood energy surged and pulsed, while a faint golden radiance rose behind his head. He looked only around twenty, yet he already possessed an astonishing aura.

At the sight of this young man, Protector Mo could not help inwardly shuddering. This young man was likely in the True Fate Realm! To reach such a realm at so young an age was truly extraordinary. Back then, it had taken Protector Mo fifty or sixty years to attain this realm!

"This is Xu Hui, Protector Xu's chief disciple! Du Yuanguang was about to enter Protector Xu's tutelage, but now he has died miserably. Nephew Xu seeks justice!" Hall Master Fu said coldly.

The moment Xu Hui stepped out, golden light flickered in his pupils. His presence bore down on everyone like a divine sword drawn from its sheath. His entire body exuded a sharp, vicious aura, as though he might choose someone to devour at any moment.

Xu Hui was naturally far stronger than Du Yuanguang. Although he could not be called an unparalleled genius within the Nine Sacred Demon Gate, he was still an accomplished disciple capable of standing on his own.

"A life for a life, a blood debt paid in blood. There is nothing more to say!" Xu Hui said grimly. His gaze was like that of a savage beast as it locked onto Li Qiye, as though he would tear Li Qiye to pieces in the next instant.

Protector Mo hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Fellow Daoist Xu, this is a misunderstanding. My sect's disciple did not deliberately kill Nephew Du. It was merely an accidental slip."

"A life for a life!" Xu Hui said sternly. "There is nothing to discuss. Your Washing Yan Ancient Sect must immediately hand over the criminal, lest you lead yourselves astray! Otherwise, your Washing Yan Ancient Sect will be courting death. Be careful not to bring about the calamity of sect extermination!"

Xu Hui was merely a third-generation disciple. Protector Mo, at the very least, held the same rank as Hall Master Fu, and in terms of position, he was equal to Xu Hui's master, Protector Xu. Yet a third-generation disciple was pressing forward step by step.

More importantly, as a Protector, Protector Mo could not possibly hand over a disciple of his own sect for others to slaughter! Thus, his expression darkened as he said gravely, "Nephew Xu, right and wrong should be judged fairly!"

"A judgment?" Xu Hui's face turned cold as he laughed grimly. "There is no judgment in my Nine Sacred Demon Gate! Whoever kills a disciple of the Nine Sacred Demon Gate can only atone with death!"

"No wonder—" Only then did Li Qiye slowly rise to his feet. Calm and unhurried, he walked out, glanced at Xu Hui once, and said, "No wonder the Nine Sacred Demon Gate is such a smoky, foul mess. It turns out it produces idiots like you!"

Li Qiye's words left Nan Huairen and Protector Mo speechless. Nan Huairen howled inwardly, Ancestor, grandfather, please say a little less! It won't kill you! Pointing at Xu Hui's nose and calling him an idiot—isn't that adding fuel to the fire?

"Those words alone are enough for you to die a thousand times!" Xu Hui flew into a towering rage, his killing intent surging like a mad tide. Before his words even fell, a huge hand reached for Li Qiye!

As a Protector of the Washing Yan Ancient Sect, Protector Mo naturally could not let Xu Hui succeed. He stepped across and raised a hand, catching Xu Hui's great hand.

"Protector Mo, if you insist on leading yourself astray!" Hall Master Fu, who had been standing to the side, spoke coldly. Light surged around him as he stepped forward, blocking Protector Mo. His terrifying aura pressed Protector Mo until he could barely breathe.

Protector Mo's expression changed drastically. Hall Master Fu possessed the strength of a mighty figure and was far stronger than him. Unless an Elder arrived, no one from the Washing Yan Ancient Sect could be his match! But at this moment, Protector Mo had no path of retreat.

"Hall Master Fu, is this the Nine Sacred Demon Gate's way of treating guests?" Protector Mo could not yield! No matter what kind of person he was, before an enemy, he would absolutely protect his own!

Hall Master Fu said grimly, "If Protector Mo hands over the criminal, you will still be honored guests of the Nine Sacred Demon Gate! But if Protector Mo believes that your Washing Yan Ancient Sect can become enemies with the Nine Sacred Demon Gate and continues sheltering the criminal, then I fear it will not only be Protector Mo himself who cannot protect himself. It may even bring the calamity of sect extermination upon your Washing Yan Ancient Sect!"

"The calamity of sect extermination?" Li Qiye, who had been left standing to one side, smiled faintly. "The Nine Sacred Demon Gate thinks far too highly of itself. If a sect is to be exterminated, it will be yours!"

Protector Mo and Nan Huairen both glared fiercely at Li Qiye. The disaster of death was right before their eyes, yet he was still spouting wild words.

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