Gaining Renown!

Chapter 3: Making a Name!

The scene of Wang Ritain killing dozens of retainers with his three-blade technique struck the hearts of everyone around like a hammer blow.

Just then, Xuanyuan Qingfeng happened to be passing by and stopped dead in her tracks at the bloody sight before her. Her usually cool eyes were filled with shock.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng had heard of Wang Ritain's reputation for cowardice. Within the Xuanyuan Family, he had always been a laughingstock, bullied by everyone. But now, was this person holding a blood-dripping steel saber, exuding a chilling killing intent, truly the Wang Ritain everyone looked down on? Those three strikes, each fatal and astonishingly powerful, made her heart tremble deep within. She stared intently at Wang Ritain, her eyes filled with curiosity and shock.

Wang Ritain held his steel saber, blood dripping from the blade, splashing tiny crimson flowers on the ground. Yet, his face was unusually calm, as if killing dozens of people was as easy as cutting weeds. This demeanor further terrified the onlookers. It was important to note that most of the slain retainers were in the Xiantian Realm, and some were even half-step Grandmasters. In this world that revered martial arts, the gap between Xiantian and Houtian was like a chasm. The crowd found it hard to believe that Wang Ritain, at the Early Houtian Realm, could unleash such terrifying power.

"Is... is this really still the incredibly cowardly Wang Ritain?" a disciple of the Xuanyuan Family whispered, his voice trembling. His eyes were filled with fear, and he looked at Wang Ritain as if he were a demon god from hell. The other disciples nodded in agreement, their faces etched with terror. Wang Ritain slowly scanned the crowd. Wherever his gaze fell, everyone trembled and couldn't help but gasp. They all secretly speculated that Wang Ritain either had absolute confidence or had gone completely mad.

Wang Ritain slightly curled his finger and gently flicked his steel saber. A crisp "ding" echoed through the silent courtyard, like the chime of a death knell. He spoke again, his voice icy cold, "I'll ask again, where is Yuan Tingshan?"

A disciple of the Xuanyuan Family, mustering his courage, shouted angrily, "You murderer! You've killed so many people and you're still so arrogant! When the family head and the Ancestor find out, you'll surely die!" A cold, disdainful smile played on Wang Ritain's lips as he replied, "Oh? Then why don't you consider if you can survive tonight first." His words were like a bone-chilling wind that swept into everyone's hearts, making the disciples feel an icy chill and involuntarily step back a few paces.

Seeing that the crowd still refused to reveal Yuan Tingshan's whereabouts, Wang Ritain's eyes instantly turned as cold as frost. He said in a chilling voice, "Since that's the case, there's no need for you to stay here any longer." As soon as he finished speaking, invisible blade energy erupted from his body, swirling around the crowd like a black whirlwind. The disciples instantly felt the intense killing intent. Some shouted in terror, "You, a retainer of the family, dare to attack family disciples! This is treason!" Wang Ritain acted as if he hadn't heard. The blade energy grew stronger, like sharp blades scraping against the disciples' faces, causing them pain.

The dozen or so Xuanyuan Family disciples exchanged glances. They thought that although Wang Ritain had just killed so many people, he must be exhausted now. Confident in their own cultivation and superior techniques, they felt their strength was greater than those previous retainers. Thus, they charged forward, their long swords flashing with cold light as they lunged at Wang Ritain.

Seeing this, Wang Ritain placed his saber horizontally in front of him and shouted, "Slash!" The cry was like the booming of a great bell, making everyone's ears ring. Following this roar, blade energy surged out like a raging tide, as if to cleave the entire space apart. The crisscrossing true qi whistled through the air like sharp blades. The disciples only saw a flash of white light before a tremendous force sent them flying backward. The long swords in their hands instantly shattered into countless fragments, and gaping wounds appeared on their bodies, from which blood spurted like a fountain.

Within a few breaths, over a dozen Xuanyuan Family disciples lay scattered on the ground, lifeless. The entire courtyard was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the ground was stained a deep crimson, like a sea of blood.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who had been quietly observing, was even more shocked by this scene. Even she might not have been able to contend with these individuals so easily, yet Wang Ritain had killed them all in such a short time. She was completely stunned; Wang Ritain's strength was far beyond her imagination. At this moment, Wang Ritain appeared to her as a mysterious and powerful enigma, full of the unknown and danger.

The only surviving retainer had already been terrified out of his wits by Wang Ritain's ruthlessness. His legs went weak, and he "thumped" to the ground, his voice trembling as he said, "Master, I... I'll take you to Yuan Tingshan. Please spare me." Wang Ritain glanced at him and nodded slightly. Just as he was about to follow the retainer, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out, "Stop!"

Wang Ritain turned his head and saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng slowly walking out. Wang Ritain knew clearly that Xuanyuan Qingfeng possessed Grandmaster-level strength and was among the top young talents of the Xuanyuan Family. Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked up to Wang Ritain, her gaze fixed on him, and said, "Wang Ritain, do you know that Yuan Tingshan is favored by the Ancestor? With your current strength, if you go to trouble him, the Ancestor will not stand idly by."

Wang Ritain let out a cold laugh and did not reply. Seeing his attitude, Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't help but feel annoyed. She thought that Wang Ritain, having merely dealt with a few retainers and family disciples, now believed he could act with impunity within the Xuanyuan Family. She snorted coldly, her long sword trembled, and with a "clang," it was drawn from its sheath. With a flick of her wrist, she slashed out diagonally, and a sharp sword energy instantly flew out, whistling towards Wang Ritain. Wang Ritain's eyes sharpened, and blade intent surged around him, forming a black shield that blocked the sword energy. For a moment, the sword energy and blade intent collided, emitting a "sizzling" sound, and a pungent odor filled the air. The two stood in confrontation, the atmosphere tense to the extreme, like a taut string on the verge of snapping.