56: Chapter 56 The Cunning Li Xuan

Facing the ridicule and insults from the disciples below the arena, Ye Wushuang paid them no mind.

In his eyes, these lowly creatures were merely jealous.

Jealous of his formidable strength, jealous of his innate kingly aura, jealous of his heaven-blessed fortune.

He simply dismissed them with disdain.

Ye Wushuang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping arrogantly across the surroundings, putting on an air of total control.

On the high platform, the Five Peak Masters looked at his demeanor, their faces practically overflowing with disgust.

The mountain breeze brushed past, slightly lifting the wide sleeves of their robes.

Only Lin Yi, the Peak Master of Fire Cloud Peak, showed not a trace of disdain in his eyes, but rather a flicker of imperceptible appreciation.

At this moment, Sect Master Li Xuan's heart was in turmoil.

According to the rules, the top ten disciples of the disciple competition should be taken as personal disciples by the masters of the Five Main Peaks.

As the Sect Master and Master of Potian Peak, he had always held the right of first choice, with the top three being practically his for the taking.

But this year's champion was Ye Wushuang.

A...

thing that's neither man nor woman!

To win, he had thrown all shame to the wind.

He actually resorted to the despicable tactic of 'Strategic Excretion,' creating a foul stench so overwhelming it literally stank his opponents right off the arena!

Lu Chengfeng, the genius he had originally favored, because of this, didn't even make the top fifty, directly plummeting beyond ninetieth place.

Take Ye Wushuang as a disciple?

Wouldn't that be like shoving his own face into a cesspit?!

Absolutely not!

This mess absolutely must not land on his head!

But the top three joining Potian Peak was already an unspoken, tacit rule.

It had once been his 'brilliant trick' for scooping up top disciples for Potian Peak.

Right now, Li Xuan just wanted to drag out the person who set this rule and flay them alive.

His heart was a mix of conflicting emotions as his eyes darted shrewdly toward the other four Peak Masters.

His gaze settled on Senior Sister Liu Mei at the far end, clad in a light purple gauze dress.

Her figure was graceful as she elegantly sipped fragrant tea, her slender jade-like fingers lightly holding the cup, her movements fluid and seamless, every gesture exuding an icy, snow-like aloofness and dignity.

Li Xuan sighed inwardly. Purple Bamboo Peak was out of the question.

Ye Wushuang had long ago offended Liu Mei's three personal disciples to the death:

He disrupted the wedding of Ye Xishui and Chen Zilong, and was then castrated by Tu Shan Xiaoxiao.

Saying they were sworn enemies wouldn't be an overstatement. Junior Sister Liu would definitely use this as a shield.

He then looked toward Song Xiangsi, the Peak Master of Fengluan Peak.

Junior Sister Song's beauty was peerlessly refined, her aura like an orchid in a secluded valley. However, those clear, autumn-water eyes of hers now held a trace of helplessness.

After brief consideration, Li Xuan immediately gave up.

Fengluan Peak only accepted female disciples. Junior Sister Song had never made an exception.

Ye Wushuang joining?

A sheer fantasy.

His gaze turned to Junior Brother Lin Yi.

Li Xuan's face couldn't help but twitch.

In the past, he had always 'dumped' the worst disciples onto this junior brother. Junior Brother Lin would always give a simple, honest smile, accepting them with an understanding attitude of 'sharing the Senior Brother's burden.'

This always made a twinge of guilt flash through Li Xuan's heart.

Always making the honest junior brother clean up his mess.

Wasn't that just bullying him!

Li Xuan considered himself thick-skinned enough, but even he felt a bit unable to bear it this time.

The answer was obvious.

'Junior Brother Tianyang, I can only wrong your Yunxia Peak...' Li Xuan silently recited in his heart.

Below the high platform, the Hall of Law Enforcement disciples finally suppressed the uproar, and the scene quieted down.

The disciples who passed the test lined up in formation, with the top ten standing proudly at the front.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang felt he was the brightest star on this Potian Peak Square!

Radiant with glory, overflowing with domineering aura!

The main event began.

The top ten disciples would choose their peaks to pay respects to a master and undergo the strength test of that peak's personal disciples.

A cold glint flashed in Ye Wushuang's eyes!

He leaped onto the arena and pointed directly at Chen Zilong, who was seated in the Personal Disciple Section, loudly challenging him:

'Chen Zilong! If you've got guts, come up and face me one-on-one!'

'If I can't floor you within ten moves, I, Ye Wushuang, will slit my own throat on the spot!'

As soon as the words fell, the entire place erupted in an uproar!

This was clearly a Life-and-Death Duel!

*Smack!*

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao slammed the armrest of her seat and abruptly stood up. Those narrow, enchanting fox eyes of hers now blazed with fire. 'Who the hell do you think you are to be worthy of fighting my Senior Brother? This Lady will play with you!'

Her figure was agile, her skirt slightly fluttering, her aloofness mixed with a wild fury.

Ye Wushuang crossed his arms, his face full of contempt, his nostrils practically pointing to the sky:

'Chen Zilong, enjoying the soft life, huh?'

'If you're a man, get on the arena! Don't always hide behind women's skirts.'

'What, could it be... you're scared?'

He dragged out the last sentence, full of mockery and provocation, as if Chen Zilong was truly terrified of him.

On the high platform, Liu Mei's seated posture suddenly stiffened. Her willow-thin eyebrows shot up, her gaze cold enough to freeze and crack metal and stone. In her eyes, Ye Wushuang was already a dead man.

But she forcefully restrained herself from acting out. That terrifying sense of being locked on by a primordial beast had appeared again, making her heart palpitate.

'Damnable Heavenly Dao!' Liu Mei cursed inwardly.

If not for needing to protect Zilong's safety, she truly wished to crush this scourge immediately, even if it meant mutual destruction!

'You dog slave! How dare you rebel! Men, drag him down, one hundred fire lashes!' Ye Xishui's clear, cold voice rang out, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Her beauty was peerless, and now, with a frosty expression, she appeared even more majestic and inviolable.

At her command, several Ye Family Disciples immediately squeezed out from the crowd, preparing to ascend the platform to seize him.

Seeing this from the high platform, Lin Yi shook his head helplessly:

'This Ye Wushuang... his aptitude is good, but what's wrong with his brain?'

'Chen Zilong is someone he can provoke?'

'Not only is he the husband of his own family's young lady, but he's also a personal disciple of Purple Bamboo Peak.'

'Well, he's managed to offend all three personal disciples of Purple Bamboo Peak.'

Beside him, Venerable Tianyang stroked his goatee and looked at Li Xuan:

'Sect Master, in this personal disciple test segment, Ye Wushuang does indeed have the right to challenge. But Junior Sister Ye...'

Li Xuan directly waved his hand to interrupt:

'No need to say more, Junior Brother. I understand.'

He turned to Ye Xishui, his voice steady yet carrying the authority of the Sect Master:

'Xishui, today is the sect's Disciple Recruitment Ceremony. This is Potian Peak, not your Ye family's private residence. Even if Ye Wushuang is a family slave, according to the rules of our Xuantian Sect, he does have the right to issue a challenge. We cannot break the rules.'

Hearing this, the Ye Family Disciples on the platform paused, looking at Ye Xishui.

Ye Xishui sensed the Sect Master's intention to shield Ye Wushuang. Her face darkened like water, but she ultimately raised her hand slightly in signal.

The Ye Family Disciples immediately retreated.

Ye Wushuang, who had already broken out in a cold sweat from fear, seeing the Sect Master backing him, immediately perked up again. He straightened his back ramrod straight, his attitude becoming even more arrogant:

'Chen Zilong! Hear that? If you've got guts, come up! Stop playing mute!'

'Don't dare to come up? Then you're scared!'

His nostrils flared toward the sky, his chin jutting out toward Chen Zilong.

Chen Zilong remained leaning lazily against the back of his chair, his head tilted.

His gaze was as if watching a poorly performing clown.

Seeing Chen Zilong completely unresponsive, Ye Wushuang grew even more smug, thinking his 'kingly aura' had cowed the other.

He escalated further:

'Chen Zilong! If you're scared, kneel down! Kowtow a hundred times, call me 'grandfather' a hundred times! Then beg me to join Purple Bamboo Peak, and this lord might mercifully spare you!'

As soon as these words were spoken, the killing intent from Ye Xishui, Tu Shan Xiaoxiao, and even Liu Mei on the high platform instantly surged, almost solidifying into something tangible!

But the three women stiffened simultaneously.

That devastating sense of terrifying lock-on descended once again, making them dare not make the slightest move.

Whispers of discussion also buzzed around:

'Senior Brother Chen... couldn't he really be scared of this Castrated Dog?'

'Although this guy is despicable, he did win ten consecutive matches before. He has real skill.'

'Yeah, Senior Brother Chen against him... it's uncertain...'

...

Hearing these discussions, Ye Wushuang's tail practically wagged up to the sky. He was just about to add more fuel to the fire.

'Save your breath. Provocation tactics don't work on me.'

Chen Zilong finally spoke, his voice flat, carrying a hint of amusement. 'How you won, don't you have any self-awareness? Let me remind you.'

'Relying on your crotch as a Mobile Latrine, stinking to high heaven, who wants to fight you?'

'You're a family slave, and a castrated one at that. Naturally, your skin is thicker than a city wall's corner.'

'But we're different. We have face to consider.'

'Fighting you? Win or lose, it's just disgusting ourselves, degrading!'

Ye Wushuang's face instantly flushed the color of pig liver, the veins on his neck bulging...