Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

The remaining ten disciples, besides Lin Feng, Tian Zhongdao, and the old drunkard, included a cultivator who seemed very frail, named Fann Chen, a cultivator who was tall with a naïve-looking face, named Zhang Kunlun, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth with a somewhat timid disposition, named Yuh Zi’ang, the fourth person was of average build but always seemed pale, named Liu Zhenyu, and the fifth person was a fat man named Li Qixun.

The last two were female disciples, both of average appearance, not particularly beautiful or ugly, the kind of women you wouldn’t notice in a crowd, one named Song Chuxia and the other Qi Nanrong.

On the way, everyone introduced themselves and got acquainted; from then on, they were brothers and sisters of the sect, sharing both honor and disgrace, naturally supporting and helping each other.

“By the way, we’ve joined Heavenly Repair Peak. Why haven’t we seen the Peak Master?” Lin Feng asked.

Li Qixun whispered, “It’s said that the Peak Master is injured and has been in seclusion.”

Lin Feng’s heart stirred slightly. He had heard about this before, that the Peak Master of Heavenly Repair Peak, Que Butian, was severely injured, and that the high ranks of Azure Cloud Sect were planning to withdraw Heavenly Repair Peak after Que Butian’s eventual death. Lin Feng had thought it was just a rumor, but now it seemed quite likely to be true.

He sighed softly. If Heavenly Repair Peak were to be withdrawn, he wondered if they, its disciples, would be expelled from the Azure Cloud Sect.

But since things had come to this point, they could only take one step at a time.

Before long, everyone arrived at the Outer Disciples’ mountain peak, which was already crowded with people, both new disciples and old, a sea of people, all there to receive the benefits for Outer Disciples.

Azure Cloud Sect had a total of three hundred thousand disciples, with Outer Disciples accounting for ninety percent of that.

“Wow, so many people.” Tian Zhongdao remarked.

“Yo, isn’t that Tian, Tian, Tian, Tian Jieba?” At that moment, a voice imitating Tian Zhongdao’s stammer came, filled with ridicule.

A group of about ten people approached, disciples from Mist City Peak, and it was Yuv Zige who had made that mocking remark.

“You, you, you shouldn’t be, too, too much.” Tian Zhongdao said coldly.

“Where, where, where have I gone too far?” Yuv Zige sneered.

Tian Zhongdao was so angered his face turned ashen, but being a stutterer himself, it was hard for him to retort to Yuv Zige.

Lin Feng spoke lightly, “I recall someone in Ice Flame Town being kicked in the face by Brother Tian, sent flying about ten meters… That guy seemed to share a surname with you, Yuv, also from an Ancient Noble Family, the Yuv Family. I wonder if you recognize that person, Brother Yuv?”

Yuv Zige’s face turned instantly, considering it a great humiliation and also the reason Yuv Zige would have wanted Tian Zhongdao dismembered. Now that Lin Feng had brought it up, Yuv Zige’s face darkened significantly.

“Ha…, nonsense. The descendants of my Yuv Family would never be kicked in the face,” Yuv Zige said darkly.

“Yes, which brother from the Yuv Family in Azure Cloud Sect isn’t a skilled cultivator? How would they be kicked in the face?”

“Don’t spread rumors here and tarnish Brother Yuv’s family reputation,” a disciple beside Yuv Zige shouted.

Yuv Zige was grim, truly afraid that Lin Feng would reveal the incident of him being kicked in the face by Tian Zhongdao. If that happened, the embarrassment would be immense, and he would surely become the laughingstock of the sect.

Yuv Zige gave Lin Feng a cold look, waved his hand, and departed with the dozen or so disciples from Mist City Peak.

“Refreshing, refreshing, to see, see that, that guy, with, with a, a face of frustration, I, I just, feel, feel very, very refreshed,”

Tian Zhongdao said.

“Scoundrels must grind scoundrels,” the old drunkard muttered.

Yuh Zi’ang said with some concern, “Senior Brother Lin, I heard that Yvv Zige from Mist City Peak has a deep background, and his talent is also remarkable. Such a person should not be offended by us; it would be better not to clash with Yvv Zige in the future. If he gets annoyed and seeks revenge on us, we will be finished.”

Yuh Zi’ang was a timid person, and Lin Feng could understand his concerns, especially since they had joined the possibly soon-to-be-abolished Heavenly Repair Peak with an uncertain future.

The old drunkard slapped Yuh Zi’ang on the shoulder and said, “What’s there to fear? If worst comes to worst, we’ll just leave the Azure Cloud Sect. If this place won’t keep us, there will surely be another place that will.”

“Haha, you really do have some backbone, no wonder thirty-five new disciples from Heavenly Repair Peak left, leaving only ten. So this was the mindset, and now you ten geniuses have to become the main support of Heavenly Repair Peak.”

A faint laugh spread, filled with scorn and disdain.

Sikong Mo, surrounded like ‘Stars Surrounding the Moon’ by a dozen disciples, walked over.

Sikong Mo’s talent was terrifying, and his cultivation was also very high, considered by many as one of the most promising new disciples to enter the Yin Yang Realm. Now, he had even been taken as a direct disciple by the Great Elder of the Five Elements Peak, which was a glorious achievement.

Indeed, Sikong Mo’s cultivation was formidable. Lin Feng had once struck against him and knew how terrifying Sikong Mo could be, not to mention that Sikong Mo’s Martial Soul, the Three Thousand Ruishui River, was too eerie—once unleashed, it would poison the opponent.

Lin Feng was speechless. Even though Heavenly Repair Peak admittedly lacked strength, was it necessary for everyone to kick them while they were down?

Such was reality.

Charity in times of need was rare; kicks in one’s downfall were common.

This was the truest representation of the world, applicable everywhere.

Seeing that it was Sikong Mo, the disciples of Heavenly Repair Peak who originally wanted to retort quickly shut their mouths; Sikong Mo was also someone they could not afford to provoke.

Many people looked over, casting schadenfreude glances at Lin Feng and others of Heavenly Repair Peak. In recent years, no batch of newly admitted disciples of Heavenly Repair Peak had escaped being bullied, mocked, and humiliated.

“Isn’t that Sikong Mo? He was quickly picked by Five Elements Peak and possesses the Martial Soul of Three Thousand Ruishui River—a true Favored Son of Heaven indeed.”

The old drunkard looked at Sikong Mo with a beaming smile.

A smug expression appeared on Sikong Mo’s face as he said, “Indeed, it’s me, it seems you aren’t yet senile.”

The old drunkard remarked, “A true genius indeed, Sikong Mo will surely become a rising star of the Qingyang Sect, prominent and unmatched.”

“Naturally,” Sikong Mo became even more pleased with himself.

“Pff.” Lin Feng burst out laughing.

Sikong Mo’s expression darkened slightly as he coldly looked at Lin Feng and said, “What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me? A castaway rejected by the Nine Great Mountains dares to laugh at me?”

Lin Feng replied, “How would I dare to laugh at Genius Sikong? I just find it very true what the old drunkard said—Brother Sikong is the Favored Son of Heaven, prominent and unmatched indeed.”

Lin Feng emphasized the words “prominent and unmatched” heavily.

At this moment, everyone seemed to catch on and turned their eyes uniformly towards Sikong Mo’s forehead, where the large swelling bump had yet to subside.

So this was what the old drunkard and the young man meant by “prominent and unmatched.”

Many people burst out laughing.

Sikong Mo, realizing the mockery, his face instantly darkened, and he coldly said, “You two dare to make fun of me? Are you seeking death?”

An icy aura emanated from Sikong Mo’s body, his gaze grim, as if he was about to teach Lin Feng and the old drunkard a lesson.