Life-Death Order (Seeking Monthly Votes!)

"Wang Jie, I told you to get up."

Li Qiming suppressed his anger and said in a low voice.

He had heard from Shopkeeper Wang before that Wang Jie was often bullied.

But he hadn't expected him to be this spineless.

To avoid disappointing Shopkeeper Wang, Wang Jie had been suffering in silence and acting so servile.

He was living worse than a pig or a dog.

"If you don't get up right now, I'm going to tell Shopkeeper Wang everything that happened today!"

Li Qiming threatened.

This sentence hit Wang Jie's weak spot, and he hurriedly said, "Don't! Brother Qiming, don't tell my grandfather. I don't want him to worry about me... I... I'll get up right now!"

As he spoke, Wang Jie pulled the two twigs out of his nostrils and prepared to stand up.

"Did I tell you to get up?"

Wu Tianlong crossed his arms and barked at Wang Jie.

Wang Jie was instantly caught in a dilemma, not knowing whether to stay down or stand up.

"Brother Qiming... what should I do? If I get up, no one will ever dare to take me on a mission again!"

Wang Jie looked at Li Qiming helplessly.

After all, Wu Tianlong was the top person beneath the Head Senior Disciple and the boss of everyone here; if he refused to take Wang Jie on a mission, no other Registered Disciple would dare to help him!

"Get up. From now on, you'll go on missions with me. I'll take you."

Li Qiming took a deep breath and said in a low voice.

Wang Jie was stunned.

It was only then that he noticed something strange about the robe Brother Qiming was wearing.

It wasn't the ordinary gray robe, but the black robe of an Elite Disciple!

No, it wasn't just a black robe.

It looked even more imposing and majestic than those of the high-and-mighty Elite Disciples!

Could this be... the Ink Robe of the Chief Elite Disciple??!

"Who the hell do you think you are, interfering in my business?"

Wu Tianlong had been tolerating this suddenly appearing Elite Disciple for long enough!

Suddenly.

A whisper from his well-informed lackey reached his ears:

"Brother Long, this guy is a newcomer from this year's batch named Li Qiming. He just became the Chief Elite Disciple today!"

"What?!"

Wu Tianlong felt a jolt in his heart. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the Ink Robe on Li Qiming.

His scalp went numb!

It was just as his lackey said; this guy was really wearing the prestigious Ink Robe of the Chief Elite Disciple!

This... how could this be?

Wasn't the position of Chief Elite Disciple supposed to be his?

For a moment, Wu Tianlong felt timid and afraid!

He felt as if he had kicked an iron plate!

He had provoked someone he shouldn't have!

"Brother Long, don't worry. This kid is only in the Blood Refining Realm. It's said he's very close with the Head Senior Disciple Shen Changsheng. I bet he only got the position by pulling strings, just like Wang Jie!"

The lackey's voice sounded slowly.

The expression on Wu Tianlong's face shifted dramatically.

Shock, stiffness, and fear were replaced by a sneer:

"Pfft!"

"I thought he was someone important, but he's just a piece of trash who got his position through connections."

"You're really going to act like a big shot just because you've got a fancy robe?!"

Wu Tianlong sneered and mocked him repeatedly. Once he understood the other party's background, the dignity of that prestigious Ink Robe vanished into thin air.

"Brother Long, this is the perfect chance for you to establish your authority. Kill this kid, and you'll cement your status once and for all!"

The lackey offered his advice.

"Hmm..." Wu Tianlong nodded.

His heart stirred.

This piece of trash who used back-door connections was occupying a spot that rightfully belonged to him!

At the mere thought of this, a nameless rage surged from the depths of his heart.

If he didn't kill the other party today to establish his own authority, his reputation as the boss would likely become a laughingstock!

"Kid, do you dare to accept my Life-Death Order?!"

Wu Tianlong narrowed his eyes, a flash of killing intent flickering in his pupils.

He couldn't directly attack Li Qiming inside the martial arts hall, but that didn't mean he was out of options!

"Life-Death Order?"

Li Qiming didn't understand.

"Brother Qiming, absolutely do not accept it! The Life-Death Order is a dueling rule established by the ancestors!"

"Between disciples, as long as a Life-Death Order is issued and both parties agree, they can step onto the stage to duel, where life and death are disregarded!"

"Usually, only one person can walk off the stage alive!"

Wang Jie was incredibly anxious, grabbing Li Qiming's arm and explaining incessantly.

In his view, if Li Qiming stepped onto that stage, he would likely be beaten to death by Brother Long!

However, what made Wang Jie despair was this.

"Are you sure you want to issue a Life-Death Order against me?"

Li Qiming raised an eyebrow, speaking with a playful tone.

He had been wondering how to bait this old guy, and he hadn't expected the other party to deliver himself to his doorstep.

"Heh, kid, if you're scared, then kneel down for me!!"

"As long as you kowtow and admit defeat, and call me Brother Long from now on, I can spare your life!"

Wu Tianlong assumed the other party was afraid and immediately became arrogant.

A back-door hire is a back-door hire after all; without any real strength, he was already intimidated by his aura!

Just as a sense of superiority began to well up in him.

"Fine, I accept your challenge! I accept this Life-Death Order!"

Li Qiming stood with his hands behind his back, speaking indifferently.

Whoosh—

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding disciples erupted into an uproar.

The way they looked at Li Qiming was as if they were looking at a fool.

You, a mere Blood Refining realm cultivator, dare to accept a Life-Death Order from a Bone Refining realm martial artist?

Are you truly tired of living?

"Brother Qiming... you're being foolish!"

Wang Jie was frantic, nearly to the point of tears.

He never imagined that things would escalate to this point!

Brother Qiming was going to die!

No, this matter started because of him; his grandfather knew many people, he had to find his grandfather to help plead for mercy!

At the entrance of the martial arts hall.

Two martial officers dressed in black yamen robes stood at the door.

"Boss, that kid Yang Mang isn't here; I heard he went out for drinks. Do we really have to wait here for him?"

Luo Wen was a bit impatient. Although he served as a constable in the yamen, he also possessed decent martial arts talent.

He had met this Registered Disciple of the martial arts hall, Yang Mang, during their last mission.

He heard the guy had some talent, but it wasn't enough to warrant him and his boss waiting around here for him, was it?

If it came to martial talent and potential... Luo Wen didn't think he lost to anyone!

"Just wait."

The head constable, Yan Wu, said concisely.

His strength was already at the late stage of Bone Refining. With a sturdy build, he stood there like a mountain, possessing an imposing air that commanded respect without anger.

Hearing him say this, Luo Wen grimaced and didn't say anything more.

Fortunately, before long, Yang Mang walked over slowly, reeking of alcohol, surrounded by a group of Elite Disciples.

The group was laughing loudly, acting unrestrained and carefree.

Luo Wen narrowed his eyes and looked over, only to see that Yang Mang was no longer the ignorant and humble person he had met last time; he now carried a faint air of arrogance...

At this moment, he was surrounded by the crowd like stars circling the moon, being flattered and fawned upon by those around him... Yang Mang looked every bit the picture of pride and ease!

From afar, he spotted Chief Constable Yan dressed in black robes.

Yang Mang's expression tightened, and he led a group of Elite Disciples over with quick strides.

"Chief Yan, what brings you here?"

"Brother Yang, you assisted the yamen in slaying demons and eliminating devils last time, performing a great service! This is the reward money given by those villagers afterward; it is only right that you receive your share, so I came specifically to deliver it to you."

As he spoke, Chief Constable Yan shoved a bag of silver into his hands.

Luo Wen was stunned. Last time, he had taken Yang Mang to the surrounding small villages to slay a few insignificant, minor demons.

But Yang Mang had only acted as a helper, even appearing a bit nervous when facing the demons; from start to finish, he hadn't even drawn his blade, and his performance had been entirely unremarkable.

How could there be any talk of a great service?

As for this reward money... why had Luo Wen never heard a single word about it?

The next moment, Chief Constable Yan's words made Luo Wen completely understand what was going on.