Chapter 213: Classmates Lend a Hand
Chapter 213: Classmates Lend a Hand
Amid shock and anger, Yu Qingli was the first to react.
He’d been dazed at first, but turning his head, he caught Fang Cun’s gaze. His heart instantly tightened.
Without a word, he strode toward the hall’s exit.
The Sect Leader and Elders of Lingwu Sect, along with their disciples, felt both rattled and furious. Fang Cun’s words had left them speechless. In their confusion, they watched Yu Qingli actually head for the door. Dark rage swirled in their hearts. With a glance from the Elders, disciples waiting outside understood—several swiftly moved to block Yu Qingli’s path.
Yu Qingli looked back at Fang Cun.
Fang Cun’s face stayed cold. “Go ahead,” he said flatly. “I’m watching. Let’s see who dares stop you.”
Whoosh!
Those words sent chills down the spines of Lingwu Sect’s Leader and Elders.
Was this brute theft?
They couldn’t believe Second Young Master Fang would utter such arrogance.
He was just a Foundation Establishment Realm Qi Refiner!
Yet Yu Qingli instantly spun around. His body blurred, magical power surging wildly from him. An icy, bone-piercing aura unfurled, matching his expressionless face. The Lingwu disciples recoiled, stumbling back in terror. A path opened unwillingly.
Yu Qingli swept through without a sound, rushing past them.
“Hey—!”
“You dare—!”
Startled shouts erupted as panic spread through Lingwu Sect.
Disciples gave chase while Elders inside stirred, ready to intercept.
“Think carefully!”
Fang Cun’s sharp gaze cut toward the Elders just as they tensed to act. “I, Second Fang, act by reason. Today, I’ve cause and right to take this person. Your sect’s displeasure—I understand. But if someone uses cultivation to stop us…” His voice hardened. “…I promise the offender will pay a fitting price.”
“You—!”
The Lingwu Elders froze. Despite Fang Cun’s lower Foundation Establishment Realm, his cold certainty made even these veterans flinch. They drew their power back sharply.
Even the Sect Leader stayed silent.
“Stop—Stop him!”
While Elders paused, chaos broke outside.
Disciples scrambled as a dark figure burst from the guest hall—Yu Qingli, speeding toward Tranquil Valley. Pursuers cried out; others leaped into the air. Swords sang free, glinting like woven nets overhead as enemies closed in.
“Move!” Yu Qingli growled.
He slammed his palms together.
Hwa-la!
A spectral, black giant hand exploded from his magical power. It slapped aside the incoming blades wildly. Swords turned uncontrolled, striking each other wildly. A few simply dropped like stones, connection to wielders severed.
Yu Qingli raced on without looking back, vaulting through the shattering sword-light.
More disciples appeared—ahead, beside, behind. Spells flew from every side. Yet Yu Qingli moved fluidly. Techniques from the Divine Nether Scriptures unfolded as he fought. Four or five opponents fell away. He never slowed. The whole Lingwu Sect seemed unable to contain him…
“Is he truly at Foundation Establishment Realm?!”
An inside Elder stared, shocked. Many knew Yu Qingli’s history: meant for Lingwu, entered Shoushan Sect by twist of fate. Barely six months learning! He should rank lowest!
Instead, his aura surged vast and strange.
Fang Cun nodded mentally. Training time was short, but he’d spared no expense—Dragon Stones, resources aplenty. Normally, disciples advanced step-by-step through Merit, even low Condensed Radiance Realm ones lacking full skills.
But Yu Qingli possessed the entire Divine Nether Scriptures. While others’ spells were patchwork, his were comprehensive. Nearing perfection in mere months? Astounding.
Whoosh…
Yu Qingli battled on, a Foundation Building Realm storm tearing across the sky. Five cloud barriers splintered. Eight disciples crashed down hard. Within moments, he’d charged hundreds of yards deeper, Tranquil Valley drawing near…
Elders’ faces hardened like ice.
Hidden far off on a bluff, Elder Xue glowered viciously, gnashing his teeth. He hadn’t faced Fang Cun earlier—but pure hatred burned in his gaze.
Still, inside the hall, the Sect Leader’s fingers tightened. No order came.
None dared command Golden Core Elders or Condensed Radiance True Disciples to intervene after Fang Cun’s threat. Besides, overwhelming juniors with rank broke all unspoken pride.
A silent accord formed. Fang Cun didn’t demand the Sect Leader stop the lesser disciples. The Sect Leader kept his face by not sending elites.
All just watched Yu Qingli charge—silent witnesses.
“Who runs wild here?!”
“Halt, insolent one!”
Through the stillness, more disciples swarmed. Seeing Yu Qingli nearing Tranquil Valley, mobs raced aloft packed together. A sea of bodies blocked the way. Their spells and Magic Treasures glowed thick in a fused wall.
Yu Qingli’s swiftness and skill had broken everything before. But this was their whole sect.
Blocking him took barely a breath… but breath upon breath stalled him. As the crowd thickened, he slowed to a crawl.
“Make way! Don’t force me!”
Finally cornered, disciples closing everywhere, Yu Qingli roared, sheer fury in his voice.
Elders inside watched grimly.
Shua!
Suddenly, two figures darted free from the tense hall.
He Zhenzhang and Meng Qing’er moved quick, their faces strained. Bold under pressure, they burst to Yu Qingli’s sides. Meng Qing’er shook a silver bell overhead; He Zhenzhang flicked his sleeve—Golden Talismans shot out.
Ting-ling-ling…
Seven disciples had pinned Yu Qingli underneath weaves of power. Meng Qing’er’s bell chimed pure and sharp. Instantly, the attackers felt magical power convulse inside them. Panicked, they scrambled away. Bonds melted.
Others lunged—but He Zhenzhang’s talismans checked their advance.
Yu Qingli’s pressure lifted. He glanced back.
“Go!” Meng Qing’er snapped, bell shimmering grimly. “We’re schoolmates. No one else helps—we do!”
He Zhenzhang yelled urgently, “Yu Qingli! Risking my neck too! Let’s tear through this place!”
Yu Qingli clenched his jaw. He lunged forward again.
Shock flashed across every Elder’s face.
With those two’s aid, the tide shifted. Outnumbered? True. But they fought smart: He Zhenzhang and Meng Qing’er drew fire briefly… while Yu Qingli broke forward.
Block by block, he tore ahead. None could truly stop them now.
“A joke! Lingwu Sect terrorized by low Foundation pups?!”
The sneering voice came from Bai Young Master, scorn twisting his face.
Fang Cun simply glanced over calmly. Thoughtfully.