Uninvited Guests, Blood-Oath Sect

One month after Lin Cheng took on his disciples.

On this day, the Jingyun Sect welcomed a group of uninvited guests.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

"All disciples of the Jingyun Sect, assemble!"

The Jingyun Bell rang six times in succession, drawing many eyes toward it.

Even Lin Cheng, who was in the Library Pavilion, was notified to head to the Central Martial Arts Arena.

"What happened?"

Lin Cheng extended his divine sense and discovered a group of strangely dressed people. "Visitors from another sect? One fifth-grade, two eighth-grade. They are aggressive and clearly have ill intentions."

"This is interesting."

"I've been cooped up in the Library Pavilion for too long and it's getting boring. I might as well go watch the show."

Lin Cheng smiled and set off.

Central Martial Arts Arena.

At this moment, the entire arena was bustling with noise. Looking out, it was a sea of black heads, surging in all directions like a dark tide. It was exceptionally lively; even disciples who usually remained in seclusion had been called out this time.

Suddenly.

Several powerful auras soared into the sky and landed on the high platform not far away. Judging by their appearances, they were clearly the elders of the Jingyun Sect.

However.

This time, standing beside the Jingyun Sect elders were three figures in red, their auras cold and bloodthirsty, appearing completely out of place.

"It's the Blood-Oath Sect. Why are they here? Aren't they usually at odds with our Jingyun Sect? A weasel paying respects to a chicken—they have no good intentions."

"Pah, you're the chicken! But something is indeed wrong."

"Do you see that young man in red? I heard he is this generation's Blood God Child of the Blood-Oath Sect. They say they're here to exchange martial arts pointers, but hmph, I think they're here to crush our spirit!"

"What's there to be afraid of? Isn't he just a fifth-grade? Senior Brother Liu Sheng and Senior Sister Wang Xue'er from the inner sect are also at the fifth-grade realm!"

"Quiet!"

The Jingyun Sect had also dispatched two eighth-grade elders to maintain order, and Elder Hao, who spoke, was one of them.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire arena fell silent.

Eyes turned in unison toward the high platform, many lingering on the three red-clad figures.

"This time, our friends from the Blood-Oath Sect have come to the Jingyun Sect to exchange martial arts, everyone..."

"Let me say it!"

Elder Hao coughed and began to speak, but he was suddenly interrupted halfway through.

Three people stood up on the opposite platform.

A red-clad figure with a terrifying aura laughed hoarsely: "Spare us the nonsense! We martial artists prefer to get straight to the point. Our sect's God Child will set up a ring here today. As long as any disciple of your Jingyun Sect can defeat him, I, on behalf of the Blood-Oath Sect, will transfer the ten-year mining rights of a spirit mine to your sect!"

"It's a deal!"

A slight commotion broke out below the stage, and many people looked displeased; it seemed the Blood-Oath Sect was here to stir up trouble.

In an instant, the crowd was filled with indignation.

Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of eyes stared unkindly at the three members of the Blood-Oath Sect.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the arena grew stagnant and tense.

"It seems our friends from the Blood-Oath Sect are very confident... Very well, we shall follow your words. Any disciple of the Jingyun Sect may come forward to challenge him and let them see our strength!" Elder Hao, whose speech had been interrupted, suppressed the displeasure in his eyes.

The other elder took a deep look at the people opposite and nodded slightly.

"That is excellent."

"Hahaha, you trash of the Jingyun Sect, come and challenge me!"

As the words fell, everyone felt a blur before their eyes. A figure had appeared on the martial arts stage, standing proudly with his hands behind his back, looking down at the crowd below with disdain and beckoning provocatively with his finger.

This person was none other than the Blood God Child.

A peak fifth-grade powerhouse only sixteen years of age!

"Such speed!"

"Damn it, this guy is so arrogant! He needs a beating!"

Whoosh!

Another figure flashed by. Opposite the Blood God Child appeared a man holding a sword—it was Liu Sheng, an inner sect disciple who was also at the fifth-grade realm.

Liu Sheng stood with his sword, staring sharply at his opponent.

He spoke word by word: "Let me be the one to face you. I want to see if your Blood-Oath Sect truly has the capital to be this arrogant."

As these words were spoken, they predictably ignited a wave of cheers.

"Senior Brother Liu Sheng, go for it!"

"Long live Senior Brother Liu!"

"Senior Brother Liu is invincible!"

In the blink of an eye, the battle began!

"Make your move!"

"If I go first, you won't stand a chance."

Facing the surrounding cheers, Blood God Child remained dismissive, maintaining his calm and breezy demeanor as he tilted his chin toward his opponent.

"You're courting death!"

Provoked by the other's arrogant attitude, Liu Sheng snorted coldly. In an instant, he transformed into a blur, thrusting directly at his opponent's vitals!

"Pfft!"

Yet, the very next second, with a loud thud, Liu Sheng was sent flying backward even faster than he had charged, spraying blood across the sky along the way!

The scene fell into absolute silence.

The crowd below swallowed hard, their eyes filled with shock. They hadn't even seen how Blood God Child had struck; Liu Sheng, hailed as the invincible champion of the inner sect, had been defeated!

It was clean and absolute!

He hadn't possessed the slightest power to resist!

Even the two elders of the Jingyun Sect furrowed their brows. As they exchanged glances, they both saw the astonishment reflected in each other's eyes.

"This..." Elder Hao was stunned.

He had never imagined that his prized disciple wouldn't even last a single round against the opponent.

Since Liu Sheng had lost, sending Wang Xue'er, who possessed similar strength, would only lead to the same result.

Beyond being even more humiliating, it was entirely meaningless.

The elders fell silent.

The disciples fell silent.

Everyone looked at one another, their mouths bitter, unable to utter a word.

For a moment, the entire martial arts arena was so quiet that a falling needle could be heard.

On the stage, Blood God Child looked at the members of the Jingyun Sect with disdain. They were nothing but a bunch of trash. If not for the important mission his sect had entrusted to him—to provoke them and test the current state of the Jingyun Sect's Supreme Elder in preparation for the Blood-Oath Sect to annex them—he wouldn't have bothered playing with these losers.

"You are all truly too weak."

"Is this the level of your strongest younger generation? Since that's the case, don't say I didn't give you a chance. If the disciples aren't up to it, the elders can step up too. This God Child welcomes all comers!" Blood God Child's arrogant attitude completely infuriated the crowd.

"Scoundrel!"

Even the two elders were burning with rage. They suddenly stood up, their Eighth-Grade aura erupting, their eyes hostile as they prepared to strike at any moment.

This was a public slap in the face to the Jingyun Sect!

How could this be tolerated?!

"Gentlemen, calm down." Two ghostly red figures appeared nearby, their own Eighth-Grade auras radiating as they subtly blocked the two Jingyun Sect elders. One of them chuckled sinisterly, "It's just a sparring match between disciples, why get so worked up?"

"Very well!"

"Your Blood-Oath Sect is very well indeed!"

"Do you really take my Jingyun Sect for a pushover?"

Just as Elder Hao, driven mad by the provocation, was about to disregard everything and unleash the Jingyun Sect's defensive forces to take down the opposition, a weak voice suddenly rang out.

"Um, could I give it a try?"

Everyone turned their gazes toward the sound and froze.

Then, their faces went blank.

Within the crowd, a petite and adorable figure stood out timidly. With a cultivation base of only the peak of the Third Grade, she was quite the sight.

"I want to challenge you!"

A soft, cute voice echoed across the silent plaza like a gentle evening breeze, leaving everyone petrified on the spot!

At the same time, they couldn't help but question reality.

What did I just see?

A little Third-Grade girl actually wants to challenge the Fifth-Grade Blood God Child?

Am I going crazy?

Didn't they see that even a fifth-grade inner sect disciple was defeated in a single move?

A mere third-grade, is he tired of living?

In an inconspicuous corner beneath the stage.

Lin Cheng, who had been lazily yawning, suddenly wore a look of keen interest.

The little girl was finally willing to step onto the stage.

Now this was getting interesting!

As for the opponent harboring malicious intentions... what a joke!

With him here, who could possibly hurt his disciple?!