Longzang

Chapter 55 How can there be any reason to leave it overnight?
A young cultivator appeared out of thin air, grabbed the red sun with one hand, and in an instant the flames dissipated, actually pulling out a small sword from the red sun.

The man carefully examined the small sword that was emitting flames and sighed, "The Great Sun Immortal Sword! This is a celestial foundation that can rank among the top three of all immortal swords. It's amazing that you could obtain it during a breakthrough in battle! But the Bao family girl is fine, so there's no need to use such a heavy hand."

"Let go!" Xiao Yu tried several times to use her Dao power, but she couldn't get the immortal sword to break free.

Cui Yu, having recovered from his shock, saw the situation was turning against him and shouted, "Who are you? Bullying the weak? Have you no shame?"

The young cultivator chuckled, "I just wanted to see the legendary immortal sword more often! Breaking through in the heat of battle is actually unwise; it could very well cause your Dao Foundation to drop a level. But this child is lucky; he managed to forge an immortal foundation even like this. But at such a young age, why is he in such a hurry?" With that, he released his grip, and the immortal sword flew back on its own, disappearing into Xiao Yu's brow.

Xiao Yu snorted and said coldly, "You don't understand my talent!"

Cui Yu, disregarding any potential trouble, rushed to Bao Yun's side to examine her injuries. After the examination, everyone realized that the dagger had only penetrated a small portion of her body, less than an inch, with most of the blade hidden by the folds of her clothing. Given Bao Yun's current Refining Spirit realm, this minor injury would heal on its own within an hour, even without medicine.

The Dao Foundation artifact that easily pierced Wei Yuan's body only barely managed to cut open Bao Yun's robe. Clearly, her dress was no ordinary item, and it looked just like any other ordinary garment, without any precious luster, making it even more remarkable.

Although Bao Yun only suffered minor injuries, the full force of the attack from the Dao Foundation artifact was beyond her ability to withstand; in fact, she was knocked unconscious by the shock. Cui Yu and the others helped her up and stimulated her with their Dao power, and she slowly woke up. She then saw that her hands and chest were covered in blood, and she screamed in alarm, her face turning deathly pale.

Cui Yu quickly comforted him, "It's alright, this is all Wei Yuan's blood... Wei Yuan!"

Only then did they remember Wei Yuan.

Blood was still gushing from Wei Yuan's wound, and everyone hurriedly tried to treat him. Although they had all learned some medicine and medicinal arts, their focus at this stage was on cultivation and advancement; aside from a few exceptionally talented individuals, no one was putting effort into these areas. Besides, why would these young masters and ladies carry medicine for injuries?

Despite their panic, the group remained calm and first sealed Wei Yuan's wounds before sending him to Xuanming Palace for treatment.

Seeing Wei Yuan so badly injured, the crowd was immediately enraged and began to shout and curse.

Cui Yu channeled his full power, his voice booming hundreds of feet, and shouted, "Which senior brother is so talented that he secretly cultivated his Dao foundation without saying a word? What, are you afraid of losing face if your name is revealed?"

Many disciples of the Zhigu Sect silently moved sideways, revealing one person. They also felt the situation was unsightly and didn't want to associate with that person. The Zhigu Sect disciple was filled with shame and anger, but he knew that injuring Wei Yuan was nothing compared to injuring Bao Yun, so he kept silent.

His silence didn't mean Cui Yu would let it go. Cui Yu's pupils suddenly turned purple as he swept his gaze across the man and the cultivator in the air, a cold smile creeping across his face: "So this is all there is to him, all pretentious posturing!"

Cui Yu drawled, "So it's just a low-level Earth Rank Dao Foundation! No wonder this senior brother is in such a hurry to make a move. After all, in a few months, there won't be any chance for you to show off. With such a terrible bloodline, which family's illegitimate son are you?"

Cui Yu's words were truly vicious. The cultivator in the air frowned and said coldly, "He is a direct descendant of the Xu family! Although my Xu family is not as powerful as your Cui family, we will not tolerate being humiliated at will."

Cui Yu said, "The Xu family doesn't produce any trash of Earth-rank!"

This remark even included the curse from the cultivator in the air. Although his aura was far more robust than Xu Du's, belonging to the top-tier Dao Foundation among Earth-rank cultivators, the peak of the Earth-rank was still still Earth-rank.

The young cultivator's face turned ashen with anger. He rebuked, "How can you speak so rudely at such a young age? Didn't your elders teach you proper manners?"

Before he could finish speaking, Cui Yu pointed at his nose and said, "I am from the eldest branch of the Cui family, and my mother also came from a prestigious family! You are just a lowly person, how dare you mention my elders? I've given you some face, but you really don't know your place!"

The young cultivator trembled with rage and roared, "As expected of a spoiled brat, all he does is bully others by relying on his family's power!"

Cui Yu sneered, hands behind his back, "You only know how to rely on your family background? Heh! Once I've also established my Dao Foundation, you, who's more than ten years older than me, won't you have to respectfully call me Senior Brother? Didn't your elders teach you any manners?"

The young cultivator laughed in anger, saying, "Are you so sure you're a Heavenly Rank cultivator?"

Cui Yu calmly replied, "Although I don't possess the great talent of Brother Xiaoyu, my surname is Cui. Even if I were originally just trash at the Earth Rank, the Cui family could still uproot me to the Heaven Rank." "My Xu family is also one of the Seven Clans!"

Cui Yu sneered: "The Xu family is rich, but do you think they'd let you spend their money? You keep talking about the Xu family, but you're just a servant. How much of the Xu family's resources have you used?"

The students of the Dingxin faction listened silently. Cui Yu's talent in verbal battles was unparalleled; no one else could match him. The first duel between the two factions actually started because Cui Yu said a few extra words.

Although the young cultivator's Dao Foundation talent was superior to Xu Du's, the fact that he specifically came to take care of Xu Du clearly indicated that his family status was far lower than Xu Du's. Cui Yu, coming from a high-ranking family, naturally knew this, so he only focused his criticism on his status.

The young cultivator was furious, but he couldn't attack Cui Yu. He could only grab Xu Du, say that the Bao family would give him an explanation, and then leave without arguing with Cui Yu anymore.

After such an incident, everyone lost their desire to spar. In the blink of an eye, the elders of the Bao, Cui, and Xiao families arrived with the news, and they fed Bao Yun all sorts of precious medicines and elixirs. Before she even reached the Xuanming Hall, her injuries had already healed.

Wei Yuan, however, lay in the Xuanming Temple for quite some time.

Fortunately, the magic dagger was simply made and contained no sinister effects or malevolent curses; such a penetrating wound was actually a minor injury. The Taoist priest from Xuanming Temple sprinkled some medicinal powder on it, and the wound began to heal and grow new flesh.

Wei Yuan was seriously injured, mainly because he hadn't started refining his blood yet; his blood was all mortal blood. Although his physical body was strong, his recovery ability wasn't much better than that of an ordinary person. Moreover, precisely because his physical body was strong, his energy consumption increased significantly, making his recovery slower.

Half an hour later, Zhang Sheng finally arrived, by which time Wei Yuan's wound had already closed. If he had arrived half an hour later, the injury would have been completely healed.

Seeing Wei Yuan's wound, Zhang Sheng asked expressionlessly, "Who did this?"

The Taoist priest from Xuanming Temple was preparing poisonous water to clean Wei Yuan's wounds and dissolve the excess flesh with medicine. This priest had a full beard and looked mature, but he was actually still a novice and his medical skills were not proficient. He had just applied too much tissue-regenerating powder, so he was now trying to find a way to make up for it.

Upon hearing Zhang Sheng's question, the Taoist priest interjected, "It's just a small matter. I heard it was a fight between children, and one of the Xu family's children accidentally hit someone too hard and injured them. The Xu family has already come to apologize."

He apologized? Zhang Sheng looked around.

The ward at Xuanming Temple was small and cramped; even turning around was difficult for several people. The room was completely devoid of furniture, not even the most basic decorations. It was unusually clean, devoid of snacks, fruits, gifts, or visiting cards. Where was the remorse?

The Taoist priest who was preparing the medicine slapped his forehead and said, "I forgot to mention earlier that the Xu family's child injured two people in total, the other being Bao Yun. His family did bring many gifts when they came, but they were all given to the Bao family."

Has anyone been here?

The Taoist thought for a moment and said, "Someone came to take a look but didn't say anything."

Zhang Sheng turned and left.

"Master!" Wei Yuan quickly called out to Zhang Sheng. He knew his teacher all too well, and he was afraid that things would get messy if he went out like this: "It was just a slip-up during a private sparring session, nothing serious."

Zhang Sheng coldly said, "You have two marks of magical artifact power in your body. The first mark could be explained as an accidental injury due to a lack of understanding of you, but the second one was intentional! Moreover, they didn't even apologize. This matter cannot be let go! You are my disciple, how can you be so cowardly and afraid of trouble, always trying to settle things peacefully?"

"In the end, it's because I'm not skilled enough, so I should retaliate myself. How can students call on their elders when they're fighting? Besides, I can beat up those mediocre people as soon as I finish refining my bones," Wei Yuan advised again.

Zhang Sheng shook his head: "There's no reason to let revenge linger overnight."

At that moment, a voice came from outside the ward: "Is that Wei Yuan, my junior disciple, inside?"

(End of this chapter)