Chapter 123 - 120: Raising an Army to Demand Justice

Chapter 123: Chapter 120: Raising an Army to Demand Justice"Which one is Ye Xuan?" A dozen people in front, Yuan Hao walked expressionlessly up to Ye Xuan and his companion, scanning both of them in turn, he asked. "I am." Ye Xuan smiled slightly and straightforwardly acknowledged, cupping his hands in salute. Seeing Ye Xuan actually come forward and admit it directly, the dozen or so Yang Hall disciples behind Yuan Hao couldn’t help but feel surprised; they didn’t know if this kid was too bold or too ignorant. "Seventh Grade Martial Master? It seems you’ve gained quite a bit from your trip to the Yang Yuan Pond." Sensing the fluctuations in Ye Xuan’s aura, Yuan Hao’s gaze shifted slightly, Ye Xuan was a Sixth Grade Martial Master when he entered, but now, in just a few days, he had managed to advance a whole stage, and it surely wasn’t just a coincidence; it must have been the doing of the Yang Yuan Pond. "Of course, if you go to a place like the Yang Yuan Pond and don’t make any progress, then that would have been a wasted trip," Ye Xuan replied nonchalantly. Hearing this, the Yang Hall disciples behind Yuan Hao immediately felt a sense of injustice. The Yang Yuan Pond was a coveted cultivation site for them, and despite being part of the sect for several years, they had only heard of its fame and never even seen it, but Ye Xuan, a mere newcomer, had gone ahead of all of them to enjoy the highest treatment of the Yang Hall, which was simply outrageous. "Hmph, the Yang Yuan Pond only opens once every two years. Many senior disciples of the Yang Hall have been waiting for years without the opportunity to enter, and even I had to accumulate a lot of contributions before gaining the chance to enter. What merits do you, a mere newcomer, have to cut ahead of so many senior disciples?" Yuan Hao snorted coldly, finally revealing his intentions, which was, obviously, to come and accuse Ye Xuan. "Sorry, but all of this was arranged by the Hall Master." Ye Xuan spread his hands out; if Yuan Hao wanted to make trouble over the Yang Yuan Pond, he should go to Murong Yun. Ye Xuan didn’t have time for this. "Really? Even if it was the Hall Master’s arrangement, you should know your place. When faced with such an opportunity, you should have refused it. You should be aware that with your qualifications, you have no right to cultivate in the Yang Yuan Pond. It’s not your turn," Yuan Hao persisted stubbornly, clearly not planning to let Ye Xuan off easily. He intended to use this to assert his authority and also to establish an image of fairness among the senior disciples, killing two birds with one stone. However, he had miscalculated, for although Ye Xuan was a newcomer, anyone looking to exploit seniority to trample on him was surely picking on the wrong person. "Qualifications? Are they that important? Unfortunately, in my view, strength seems more important than qualifications. No wonder the current state of the Yang Hall is so declining. It turns out there are some old slickers like you who, relying on a bit of seniority, want to bully the newcomers?" Ye Xuan let out a cold laugh. Since the other party was impolite, there was no need for him to be polite either. Now, talking about qualifications and potential was mere rhetoric; at this time, one could only rely on their own strength to do the talking. Might makes right, and in the sect, this saying is just as valid. With these words from Ye Xuan, all the disciples behind Yuan Hao, including Xiang Qing, couldn’t help but look at each other with a hint of astonishment in their eyes. This new kid dared to say such things in front of Yuan Hao, indeed a case of the newborn calf not fearing the tiger... But if he didn’t have some skills, the outcome later might not be so good. "Old slicker? Hehe..." Yuan Hao’s eyes narrowed, a radiant smile appeared on his face, but it was clear to everyone that beneath that smile was furious anger. "Think carefully about the consequences when you speak. It seems you’re quite confident in your own strength, so I’ll give you a chance. Ten moves—if you can last ten moves against me, the matter of today will be written off. If not, you must kneel and apologize, paying the price for your arrogance!" His voice carried a hint of gloom, and obviously, Yuan Hao had become truly angry. If he couldn’t deal with a new disciple today, then he wouldn’t have much face left. "Ten moves? I’m afraid they won’t be necessary." Compared to Yuan Hao’s fury, Ye Xuan appeared quite calm, and after a brief moment of contemplation, he slowly raised three fingers in front of everyone. "What do you mean?" Yuan Hao’s eyes flashed with confusion, and he said in a deep voice. "Three moves, to defeat you." Ye Xuan withdrew his hand, speaking indifferently. Once these words were uttered, the place immediately fell silent, and the gazes that fell upon Ye Xuan were somewhat peculiar; this guy really dared to say anything... "Haha, defeat me in three moves? Very well, I would like to see how much weight your arrogant claims hold, you brazen youngster!" Yuan Hao, infuriated to the point of laughter, had lost all patience after being repeatedly belittled and mocked by Ye Xuan. Today, if he couldn’t beat Ye Xuan down, how could he, as one of the Yang Hall Three Heroes, maintain any dignity in Yang Hall? Clang! The saber light unsheathed, a dazzling golden brilliance bursting forth. The blade emanated a terrifying keenness that diffused into the surroundings. As the long saber was drawn, an overwhelming aura swept out from Yuan Hao’s body, causing the nearby air to buzz noisily. The Yang Hall disciples voluntarily dispersed, making space for the impending battle. In contrast, Ye Xuan appeared incredibly calm and composed next to the intimidating Yuan Hao, simply standing with his hands clasped behind his back, without any intention of drawing a weapon. Seeing Ye Xuan react in such a way only intensified the anger in Yuan Hao’s eyes. His figure suddenly shot forward, the golden saber in his hand trembling violently as he swung it three times in succession. Where the saber light passed, it tore the air apart, and the sharp sound of the wind was piercing to the ears. As the three sharp saber lights rapidly approached, Ye Xuan became a blur when they were less than thirty feet away. He lightly leaped into the air from the ground, then dodged the first saber light at an inconceivable angle. Right after that, his right foot, infused with mighty True Qi, kicked against the side of the second saber light, diverting its trajectory to the ground beside him. At this time, the third saber light had reached his front, but Ye Xuan abruptly pinched it between his fingers, then flung his hand to the side, causing a "whoosh" as the saber light sliced into a nearby large tree, cutting it in half and sending it crashing down. "This Ye Xuan..." The Yang Hall disciples watching from a short distance were left agape by how effortlessly Ye Xuan had neutralized Yuan Hao’s first wave of assault. Perhaps Yuan Hao hadn’t put forth his full effort in that first wave, but looking at Ye Xuan’s demeanor, where was there even a trace of seriousness in combat? "Domineering Fire Palm!" Yuan Hao’s eyes turned cold as he violently thrust out a palm. The energy within the palm seemed to contain boundless domineering flames, scorching as they surged ferociously towards Ye Xuan. "Whoosh!" The palm print struck Ye Xuan faster than lightning, blasting against his chest with the force of an exploding inferno. In that moment, a gleam of joy flashed across Yuan Hao’s face, but it quickly vanished when he realized Ye Xuan’s figure had suddenly disappeared, dissipating into a breeze like an afterimage. "It’s a residual image!" One of the Yang Hall disciples exclaimed, then their gaze shifted to a large tree tens of feet away, where a figure stood tall and unharmed—it was Ye Xuan. "His speed is too fast." Xiang Qing couldn’t help but swallow hard. Even he had been almost fooled by Ye Xuan, thinking Ye Xuan had been defeated, not expecting that Ye Xuan’s speed would reach such an unfathomable level. Not only had he dodged Yuan Hao’s fierce onslaught, but he had also deceived everyone’s eyes. Ye Xuan himself was very satisfied with his current speed. After training in the Yang Yuan Pond, the strength of his body had greatly increased, eliminating many impurities, and with the progress in his Cultivation, when he executed Ling Xu’s Shadowless Flight, his speed had reached a new level, directly allowing him to create afterimages. This was true Ling Xu’s Shadowless Flight, fast as a wild goose, with shadows but no trace. After two consecutive failed attacks, Yuan Hao’s face become extremely unsightly. He had exerted so much effort in his attacks, and he hadn’t even managed to touch the hem of Ye Xuan’s clothes. He felt just like a fool. Thinking this, he could no longer swallow the rage in his heart. He raised the long saber above his head, and an astonishing crimson color gathered at the golden blade, merging as if into a golden flame, with a terrifying fluctuation spreading from it. "Brother Yuan is about to use his ultimate move." Seeing this, the surrounding Yang Hall disciples’ expressions changed, clearly recognizing the Martial Arts technique Yuan Hao was using. As whispers spread among the disciples, Yuan Hao suddenly raised his head, the saber in his hand as though it was wrapped in golden flames, violently chopping down, and a chilling voice, laden with killing intent, emitted from his mouth. "Golden Flame Breaking Killing Saber!" Like a blazing saber light ignited, it viciously chopped towards Ye Xuan. The saber light was several tens of feet long, emitting a frighteningly powerful presence. As the saber light cut through the air, quickly closing in on Ye Xuan who still stood immobile at the tree top, the scorching glow enlarged rapidly in his pupils. In the instant as everyone’s gaze converged on Ye Xuan, he suddenly pinched his index and middle fingers together, True Qi furiously surging to the tips, covering them in a jade hue. In front of Ye Xuan’s fingers, the air automatically formed a spiral, subtly distorting. "Whoosh!" The sound of air being torn apart suddenly resounded, a terrifying spiral of Finger Light broke free from Ye Xuan’s control and shot piercingly forward, leaving a striking trail in its wake across the sky.