The Deacon's Attention, Special Treatment
In the bamboo forest, fallen leaves fall silent.
Dongfang Yueming withdrew his hand and quietly patted non-existent dust off his sleeves. He looked down at Qian Hao, who was lying on the ground convulsing like a dead dog, his face showing neither the joy of a victor nor the slightest arrogance.
That look in his eyes was clear and deep, yet so cold it sent chills down your spine.
When Qian Hao met that gaze, he instinctively shrank back, crawling on his hands and feet in the mud, his lips trembling, not daring to utter another word.
Meanwhile, deep within the bamboo forest, the boys who had been secretly observing were frantically searching their minds for an excuse.
[This isn't right! He clearly doesn't have spiritual roots, how could he possibly send Qian Hao flying with a single palm strike?]
[Could it be... that he possesses some powerful mortal martial arts technique? Or was he hiding his true strength during the previous test?]
Although they tried to comfort themselves with the idea of "ordinary martial arts," when Dongfang Yueming's gaze swept towards the depths of the bamboo forest, the invisible yet heavy pressure suppressed all their doubts.
That was true power, a power that transcended that of mortals!
"Run... run!" Someone shouted first, and the boys snapped out of their daze, their faces ashen. They turned around in a panic and fled in a disheveled state toward the edge of the bamboo forest.
"Shouting and yelling like that, what kind of behavior is that?"
Just as the group of teenagers had run a short distance out of the bamboo forest, a cloud of pink smoke suddenly drifted down from the Xukong.
Accompanied by a clear, silvery tinkling sound, Hong Yao, dressed in a thin, red silk robe, emerged from the smoke with a frosty expression. Her alluring eyes swept coldly over the panicked youths, her voice carrying an obvious hint of authority and displeasure.
"Instructor... Instructor!" The boys were so frightened that they all knelt down on the ground, their bodies trembling violently.
"What's going on? I heard screams from a hundred feet away. Who's fighting here?" Hong Yao frowned slightly, her gaze passing over the crowd and looking into the depths of the bamboo forest.
"This..." The boys looked at each other, but pursed their lips, none of them daring to speak first.
On one hand, they feared the punishment from the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor for private duels; on the other hand, the terrifying shadow of Dongfang Yueming's palm strike still lingered in their minds. If they were to speak out and anger that wicked star, they feared they wouldn't see the sun rise tomorrow.
Seeing that no one would speak, Hong Yao snorted coldly, impatiently took a step past them, and walked straight into the bamboo forest.
Inside the bamboo forest, Qian Hao lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, while Dongfang Yueming stood calmly to the side.
As soon as Hong Yao entered, her gaze fell on Qian Hao, and then she raised her eyebrows. "Qian Hao? Didn't you just Entry today? How did you end up in such a state?"
Qian Hao opened his mouth, but because the Pure Yang True Qi in his body was still raging, another mouthful of blood surged up, and he couldn't speak at all.
Hong Yao's gaze finally shifted slowly to Dongfang Yueming.
Originally, in her impression, Dongfang Yueming was just a good-looking guy who was actually a useless mortal who couldn't even save his medicine.
But now...
Hong Yao's pupils contracted slightly.
To her surprise, the boy before her exuded an indescribable aura of purity and ethereal beauty. His skin was fair with a luminous glow, his breathing was even and deep, and his eyes were as profound as the night sky.
This state is absolutely not something an ordinary person should have. It is clearly a sign that the meridians have been completely opened and pure true energy has been condensed in the body! Moreover, the stability of this true energy is even several times stronger than that of Qian Hao, who has just Entry!
[This kid... he's actually Entry? No, this fluctuation... could it be Minor Accomplishment?!]
Hong Yao's heart was stirred with considerable turmoil, but as a worldly-wise deacon of the demonic sect, she did not show it on her face.
"You, come with me."
Hong Yao gently tapped Dongfang Yueming with her jade-like fingers, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness and scrutiny she hadn't shown before.
"Yes, Instructor." Dongfang Yueming replied calmly and strode forward.
Outside the bamboo grove, the kneeling boys looked at Dongfang Yueming, who had left with Hong Yao, with both jealousy and deep fear in their eyes.