The person on the ground was no longer breathing. Fresh red blood flowed out from his head, and not even a moment later, it had already flowed all over the ground. It was a ghastly sight. Zhu Yao had lived for twenty-eight years, and this was the first time she had personally witnessed such a bloody scene. Furthermore, the person lying in the pool of blood was actually a child of about ten years old.
"Little fatty Zhao!" Little Wang was the first to recognize the person on the ground, and exclaimed. Only then did Zhu Yao regain her senses from her shock, and immediately covered Wang Xuzhi's eyes. Little wimp struggled for a few moments, and then, he buried his head into her embrace. He no longer made a sound, as though he was frightened.
Zhu Yao was afraid as well. She recalled that the person on the ground was the little fatty she saw when she went to collect her identity tablet. She never expected that in just a month's time, he had fallen in front of her, and was no longer breathing. She inadvertently raised her head, and saw another child standing ten steps away. He was also a familiar face, the little beggar Xiao Yi with the Duo Spirit Veins that day. Currently, his eyes were wide open, and he was panting heavily as he looked at little fatty Zhao who was no longer breathing. His white robe was already tattered, and his body was filled with various wounds that were still oozing blood. His eyes were filled with malevolence that had yet to dissipate. The main point was that he was holding onto a longsword, and the sword was still stained with blood that had yet to dry. What did he do just now? He didn't need to say anything.
The commotion attracted the attention of many people, and several disciples had already gathered over.
"How dare you, you actually dare to kill a fellow sect member." Du Yuanchen was the first to react. With a leap, he flew towards Xiao Yi, and kicked away the longsword in his hand. Summoning his own flying sword, he restrained him, turned around, and instructed the disciples who were running over. "Hurry and inform master."
Xiao Yi did not resist, or perhaps, he no longer had the strength to resist, and was easily pressed onto the ground by Du Yuanchen. His pair of clear eyes, however, still flashed with unyielding light.
More and more disciples crowded over, and began to discuss softly towards the scene. Appearing in such a scene, Zhu Yao was a little flustered as well. She could only tightly cover Wang Xuzhi's eyes, preventing him from seeing.
"What's with the commotion!" A loud and clear voice resounded, as though it was echoing from the sky. A white figure flew over from the main hall, and it was Ancient Hill Sect Master Zi Mo. The scene which was still a little noisy earlier, instantly quieted down.
Zi Mo's gaze swept towards little fatty Zhao on the ground, and his expression turned cold. Squatting down, he inspected for a moment. With a wave of his hand, he cast an art, and in an instant, a screen of light enveloped the bloody man on the ground. His bleeding head immediately stopped, and the wound healed at a speed invisible to the naked eye. When the screen of light dissipated, he fed the other party something. After a while, when the child regained his breathing, he turned around and questioned the people around him.
"His cultivation base has been destroyed. Who would be so vicious?" He recognized this injured child. He was the son of the eldest disciple of Weapon Peak's Reverend Zi Yuan, Yuan Xiu. He had heard that he was rather talented, so why was he injured to this extent?
"Reporting to Master." Du Yuanchen forcefully pulled the person beside him up. "It's this person."
When Zi Mo looked at Du Yuanchen, his gaze landed on the child in his hand, and his eyes instantly turned a little colder. "What happened?"
Du Yuanchen bowed towards Zi Mo, and continued. "Little junior-martial brother, junior-martial sister Zhu, and I were passing by this place, and we just happened to see this person heavily injuring junior-martial brother Zhao."
Zi Mo turned around, and looked at Zhu Yao who was currently carrying Wang Xuzhi. For a moment, he was stunned. Little martial aunt, why is she here!? Could it be … Zi Mo reflexively tightened his grip on his storage pouch. He looked around, and only when he did not see that person who was emitting out a cold aura, did he heave a sigh of relief. Fortunately, ancestral-grand master did not come.
Concealing his thoughts, he coughed, and then instructed a disciple beside him. "Go to Weapon Peak and inform Reverend Zi Yuan and Yuan Xiu to make a trip to the Great Hall." He glanced at Du Yuanchen, and then hesitantly glanced at Zhu Yao. "You guys … Follow me to the Great Hall."
After saying that, he carried the child in his arms, and flew towards the Main Mountain on his flying sword. As a witness, Zhu Yao had no choice but to follow Du Yuanchen and the child called Xiao Yi, and enter the teleportation formation to the Main Mountain.
Only when they arrived at the entrance of the Great Hall, did Zhu Yao remember to loosen her hand that was covering Little Wang's eyes. It was rare that Little Wang did not throw a tantrum this time. Most probably, he was frightened by the scene earlier, his eyes no longer had that radiant light in the courtyard, and his little hands unconsciously grabbed onto the corner of her clothes.
Zhu Yao's heart softened a little when she saw this. That scene earlier, even an adult like her was shocked, let alone a child. Stroking his little head. "Don't be afraid, big sis is here!"
Wang Xuzhi was startled for a moment. Raising his head to look at her, he nodded a moment later, and then, shook his head.
Zhu Yao sighed, pulled his hand, and walked into the Great Hall.
Other than Zi Mo, there were two other people in the Great Hall. One of them was a little older, and his entire body was emitting out an unyielding aura. He should be the Weapon Peak's Mountain Lord Zi Yuan. There was another person standing behind him, and he should be little fatty Zhao's father, Zhao Yuanxiu. Little fatty, however, was nowhere to be seen. Most probably, he had already been sent down to recuperate.
Du Yuanchen, who had arrived a step earlier than them, had already recounted everything that had happened earlier. As for Xiao Yi, he seemed to have been cast with some sort of mystic art, as he was tied to the side by circles of glowing ropes.
Zi Mo's expression was a little solemn. His brows were deeply furrowed, as though he was considering how to handle this matter.
"Disregarding the brotherhood of fellow Sect members, he is already so ruthless at such a young age. He must be severely punished." Zhao Yuanxiu, who was at the side, could no longer hold it in any longer. His pair of eyes glared fiercely at the child who was tied up on the ground. "Sect Master senior-martial uncle, please uphold justice for my son."
Zi Mo raised his hand, signaling him not to be anxious. Taking a few steps forward, he looked at Xiao Yi, whose body was covered in wounds, and asked. "Tell me, just why did you have to be so heavy-handed?"
Little Xiao Yi's face was filled with stubbornness. Bearing his body full of injuries, he simply replied word by word. "He. Deserves. To. Live!"
At that moment, Yuan Xiu was so furious that he rushed out. "Now that things have come to this, you still do not repent. What do you care about the Sect's rules? "
Xiao Yi, however, coldly snorted, and retorted. "When has your son ever cared about the Sect's rules? He bullied his fellow Sect members, and bullied others with his staff. I beat him up for the sake of enforcing justice on behalf of the heavens. I only regret that I beat him up too lightly."
"You!" Yuan Xiu was so furious that he was about to make a move. However, he was stopped by his own master, Zi Yuan.
Zi Yuan simply coldly glanced at the child on the ground, turned around, and said to Zi Mo. "Senior-martial brother, the current situation is already clear. The Sect has its own rules, I hope that senior-martial brother can handle this fairly."
"Junior-martial brother Zi Yuan, how do you think we should handle this matter?" Zi Mo asked.
Zi Yuan stroked his own white beard. He looked casual, yet, his words were filled with coldness. "According to the Sect's rules, cripple his cultivation, remove his Spirit Vein, and expel him from the Sect."
When his words fell, even the crowd present were startled. On the ground, Xiao Yi's eyes revealed a hint of despair as well. His pair of small hands were tightly clenched into his palms, and a few traces of blood seeped out. However, he still gritted his teeth, and did not make a sound.
Zi Mo's frown deepened. Crippling his cultivation was fine, however, once his Spirit Vein was removed, he would never be able to cultivate again. This disciple called Xiao Yi was a good seedling, and it was a little unfortunate for him to be crippled like this. However, he had to give face to his junior-martial brother. For a moment, he was in a dilemma. Looking at his surroundings, he looked at the person who was holding onto his little disciple's hand at the entrance. In an instant, his eyes shone. He bowed towards the entrance in a proper manner, and spoke with a respectful tone. "I wonder what wise opinion little martial uncle has on this matter?"
Eh? What the hell?
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