After entering Spirit Breath Village, this was the first time Wang Baole had received a distress call from a fellow disciple from the Dao College. One had to know that there was a limit to the range of such a jade slip. Unless the person was close to the other person, the magnetic field in the area would interfere and prevent the other person from receiving it.
This was not only the case for the Ethereal Dao College, but also the other three major Dao Colleges. Regardless, this jade slip still had its uses. At that moment, Wang Baole lowered his head and looked at the jade slip. His gaze sharpened as he infused his spirit energy into the jade slip and immediately locked onto the location.
Previously, when he met fellow disciples along the way, Wang Baole had helped them as much as he could. He felt that as the Head Prefect of the Ethereal Dao College's Dharmic Armament faculty, he could not turn a blind eye to such matters.
On one hand, this was his intention. On the other hand, he had read the high officials' autobiographies since he was young. The importance of networking was mentioned many times, and the key to gaining connections was to make more friends.
Helping others was the fastest and most profound way to make friends. Hence, Wang Baole felt that helping others was a pleasure in his heart, and it was also in line with the high officials' autobiographies. Hence, he would not pass on this responsibility to others. At that moment, his speed was extremely fast, and he was getting closer and closer to the location indicated by the jade slip.
At the same time, in front of Wang Baole, in the area indicated by the jade slip, there was a valley. In this valley, Zhuo Yifan's body was like a kite with a broken string. He suddenly flew backwards and fell to the ground.
As blood gushed out of his mouth, the jade slip in his hand fell to the side.
"Zhuo Yixian!!" The injured Zhuo Yifan knelt with one hand on the ground and the other on his chest. His hair was disheveled and he looked extremely pathetic. There were even many injuries on his body. His eyes were red with indignation and madness. As he roared, he stared at … a youth who looked very similar to him!
This youth was none other than Zhuo Yixian. He was dressed in a white robe and had a handsome appearance. He stood there, retracting the leg he had just kicked, and smiled at Zhuo Yifan.
"Are you feeling indignant, my little brother?"
As Zhuo Yixian spoke, laughter could be heard coming from behind him. Not far away from him, there were six students from White Deer Dao College dressed in white robes. Every one of them had extraordinary combat strength, and most of them had already obtained six-inch Spirit Roots. Every one of them had a relaxed and mocking look on their faces as they surrounded a severely injured seven-inch Spirit Root.
The seven-inch Spirit Root wasn't faceless. Instead, it had transformed into Zhuo Yifan's appearance!
It was obvious that Zhuo Yixian had brought along his fellow students to prevent Zhuo Yifan from absorbing the seven-inch True Breath and obtaining the seven-inch Spirit Root!
"Head Prefect Yixian, is this the person you always talk about? Your useless younger brother who even tried to challenge you?"
"What kind of ability can a person who couldn't get into White Deer Dao College and could only enter Ethereal Dao College be?" The crowd surrounding Zhuo Yifan's seven-inch Spirit Root laughed.
"I'm sorry for making a fool of myself. After this is over, I'll treat all of you to a meal to celebrate your admission into the Upper Academy of White Deer." Zhuo Yixian's smile was like the spring breeze, and he was very polite.
The six White Deer Dao College students laughed one after another. It was obvious that they liked Zhuo Yixian's straightforwardness very much. At the same time, they were willing to befriend this outstanding Head Prefect in White Deer Dao College.
Seeing that there was no turning back, Zhuo Yifan spilled blood once again in a miserable state. He was indignant, but there was nothing he could do. Even though the seven-inch Spirit Root was right in front of him, it was so close yet so far away. It was a pathetic situation.
Although he was the Head Prefect of the Combat faculty and had been very serious in the past year, he was no match for this elder brother who had surpassed him in every aspect since they were young.
Not to mention that the other party had six helpers. These six people did not even need to attack him. As long as they surrounded the seven-inch Spirit Root, it would be enough to make him despair.
"My good younger brother, as the son of a concubine, you were able to enter Ethereal Dao College because of Father's kindness. As the son of a concubine, it is already your good fortune that you were able to reach six inches." Zhuo Yixian's smile was still the same as before. He walked in front of Zhuo Yifan, squatted down, and patted Zhuo Yifan's face.
"As for the seven-inch Spirit Root, don't even think about it."
After being humiliated in such a manner, the veins on Zhuo Yifan's face bulged and pulsated. His eyes became more bloodshot, and he clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands were about to burst.
Just as he was about to retaliate, his elder brother Zhuo Yixian's eyes flashed coldly. He punched Zhuo Yifan in the chest, causing him to spit blood once again. The energy that he had painstakingly gathered was scattered by Zhuo Yixian.
"Why do you have to do this? You have been like this since you were young. Do you know that I really want to dig your eyes out? Your gaze is very annoying." Zhuo Yixian looked at his younger brother with a smile and said softly.
"You!!" Zhuo Yifan panted heavily. Excruciating pain spread throughout his body, but he was powerless. His memories were also evoked by Zhuo Yixian's words and surfaced in his mind. Although his classmates in Ethereal Dao College thought that he had a mysterious background, extraordinary combat strength, and was very impressive, in reality, his childhood was very bitter. As the son of a concubine, his mother died early, and his father was even colder to him.
His childhood had been cold and lonely, and his elder brother had constantly suppressed and tortured him since he was young. He had thought that he could have his own future in the Ethereal Dao College and leave his family behind. However, he had never expected that his elder brother would still cut off his path to attaining the seven-inch Spirit Root.
"Don't be discouraged. As your elder brother, I have already thought of your future path for you." Zhuo Yixian patted Zhuo Yifan's face again with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"Next, I will take away all of your healing elixirs and cause you to be seriously injured and unconscious. You will be trapped in a place where you can't get out. But don't worry, you will not die. You will wake up in a few days, but your injuries will be even more serious then.
"You will realize that the only way for you to save yourself is to break through the Ancient Martial Arts realm with the six-inch Spirit Root and advance to the True Breath realm. This is because only when you reach the True Breath realm can you make use of the repulsive force here to send the seriously injured you out of the mystic realm.
"How is it? Your elder brother treats you very well, right?" Zhuo Yixian's words fell into Zhuo Yifan's ears. They were extremely vicious, causing Zhuo Yifan's eyes to turn red. He was extremely crazy, but he could not resist. In his misery, he looked at the jade slip that had fallen off earlier. This was his only hope.
"You don't have to look anymore. Whoever comes will be implicated by you." Zhuo Yixian laughed and grabbed Zhuo Yifan. He walked to the jade slip and crushed it with his foot. He crushed it a few more times as if he had extinguished Zhuo Yifan's last flame of hope. He turned around and was about to leave.
Seeing that the jade slip had been crushed, Zhuo Yifan's body seemed to have lost all of its strength. He closed his eyes miserably.
However, as soon as the jade slip was crushed, and Zhuo Yifan closed his eyes, the sound of running footsteps could be heard off in the distance, as well as an enraged roar that Zhuo Yifan was very familiar with. Suddenly, it exploded like thunder!
"Zhuo Yixian, how dare you!"
As the voice rang out, Wang Baole's figure shot out like a bolt of lightning. His speed was astonishing, and he was directly in front of Zhuo Yixian. He punched out.
This turn of events was too sudden. Be it Zhuo Yixian or his six classmates, none of them had time to react. Wang Baole's fist had already landed, creating a sonic boom that reverberated in all directions.
Zhuo Yixian's face fell. In this moment of crisis, he quickly raised Zhuo Yifan, trying to use him as a shield. The ring on his finger flickered as he activated his own defenses to block Wang Baole's punch.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Zhuo Yixian felt a huge force rush toward him, as if he had been hit by a high-speed train.
His entire body shook violently, and he couldn't hold on to Zhuo Yifan firmly. His body was suddenly sent flying by the huge force. In mid-air, the light screen formed by the Dharma treasure shattered layer by layer. Finally, with a bang, it collapsed. His body was also sent flying more than ten feet away. When he landed, blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He abruptly raised his head, and his eyes were filled with astonishment as he looked at the person who had appeared beside Zhuo Yifan … Wang Baole!
"Wang Baole!!" Zhuo Yixian's breathing quickened. He immediately recognized Wang Baole's identity. At the same time, his six classmates all gasped and looked at Wang Baole in shock.
Wang Baole's speed just now was too fast, and the power of that punch was too great. It exceeded their understanding of Pulse Enrichment. To a certain extent, they were also shocked by that punch.
"What is his Cultivation base?!"
"Head Prefect Yixian's Dharma treasure defense was completely destroyed!"
While these people were still reeling in shock, Zhuo Yifan opened his eyes and stared blankly at Wang Baole, who was standing next to him. He was also stunned. Although he had asked for help, he could never have imagined that the person who would come would be Wang Baole, with whom he had a grudge.
And yet, Wang Baole was willing to help him, even though he had a grudge against him. The shock to Zhuo Yifan was too great. A complicated look appeared in his eyes, as well as some guilt.
Not noticing the complicated look on Zhuo Yifan's face, Wang Baole turned around. With his back facing Zhuo Yifan, he looked at Zhuo Yixian with an ugly expression. His eyes burned with anger.
Although he had arrived a bit late, he was still able to see what was happening, and was able to determine the cause and effect of the situation. Although he didn't understand why Zhuo Yifan and Zhuo Yixian, who were supposed to be brothers, were acting in such a way, it was obvious that they had malicious intentions.
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