The Sacred Flame Sect was a national power located in the southern region.
In this part of Huaxia, there were a total of 28 most powerful national forces. They were the "One Palace, Two Temples, Three Halls, Four Islands, Five Mountains, Six Gates, and Seven Sects". Among them, Mount Emei in the Great Xia Dynasty was one of the "Five Mountains", while the "Sacred Fire Sect" that governed the territory of the Barbarian Tribe was one of the "Seven Sects".
These national powers did not have the power of a single country. Instead, they suppressed tens of thousands of countries at the same time. Each of them ruled over a vast region, and various small countries and races were under their jurisdiction.
Their strength was hard to imagine. In the eyes of mortals, they were high and mighty gods and immortals. Mortals, on the other hand, yearned for the day when they could enter the Transcendent Realm from the mortal world and become a member who looked down on all living things. They could enjoy a lifespan of a thousand years or even ten thousand years and pursue the path of immortality.
The people who had barged into the territory of Yang Wu and the others were a group of Sacred Flame Sect disciples.
The Sacred Flame Sect disciples were dressed very strangely. Men and women wore thick clothes and decorated themselves with various gold and silver accessories. There was no doubt that they were from a different race. In addition, there was a unique symbol on their chests. It was a ball of flame. Legend had it that a ball of Sacred Spirit Fire had fallen into the Sacred Flame Sect. A Saint had obtained the Sacred Spirit Fire and established the sect. After tens of thousands of years of development and inheritance, the sect gradually developed from a small power to a national power, ruling over a large area in the southern region of the Huaxia region.
The group of Sacred Flame Sect disciples were on different spirit demons. There was a ball of white and yellow flames embroidered on their chests. This was the symbol of the Sacred Flame Sect disciples.
There were a total of seven flame symbols in the Sacred Flame Sect. They were white, yellow, blue, green, red, purple, and black. The higher the status, the deeper the color symbol.
White was the lowest status in the Sacred Flame Sect. These people would be the Sacred Flame Sect's servants and outer sect disciples. Only after becoming inner sect disciples would they be qualified to have yellow flames embroidered on their chests.
There were only three people who were qualified to have yellow flames embroidered on their chests. These three people were a middle-aged man and a young boy and girl.
The middle-aged man was in his early forties. He wore a cloth-wrapped hat, had a moustache, a high nose bridge, and sunken eyes. He carried an ancient sword on his back and rode on a mighty Green-scaled Elephant King. This man and his mount gave off an unapproachable aura.
To be able to ride on an elephant King, this middle-aged man was a King. He was called Luohan Chao.
The young girl's beauty was excellent. She wore gold and silver, revealing her sexy figure. She held a pipa in her hand, and cheerful music was played under her jade-like fingertips. Her silvery voice rippled through the forest, adding a comfortable atmosphere to the group.
This girl was from the Miao Tribe. Her name was Zhu Ruohong. She was riding a fire civet and was riding beside Tuoba Nasuo. Her seductive eyes never left Tuoba Nasuo.
Behind the three of them were Outer Sect disciples on different mounts. All of them looked quite young, between sixteen to eighteen years old. However, they were not weak. There were a total of twenty-five people. Each of them carried bags of various sizes. Some of the bags were still stained with blood. It was obvious that they contained some blood.
When this group of people approached, Yang Wu, who was cultivating his combat skills, had already sensed their presence.
Yang Wu climbed up a tree. His eyes shone with a sharp light. Through the layers of obstacles, he saw the people walking slowly from afar through the small gaps. He also heard the music played by Zhu Ruohong. He thought to himself, "They're not from the Barbarian Tribe?"
Yang Wu thought that they were the people brought by Shi Shafeng. Now, it seemed that they were not. He quickly landed and came in front of Huangfu Taigeng and Huangfu Mingyu. He said, "There are some strangers coming this way. Don't talk too much later. Don't complicate matters."
"Other than the Barbarian Tribe, only the Great Xia's scouts would occasionally appear here. What other strangers could there be?" Huangfu Taigeng wondered in his heart.
Yang Wu returned to the pool with Old Tortoise, who was lying on the shore. He wanted to figure out whether they were friend or foe.
Little Hei appeared on Yang Wu's shoulder and said, "This group is not weak. They have a King-level expert. They are even stronger than the old man who was captured."
"You know this too?" Yang Wu asked in surprise.
"When you reach a certain level, you can also sense the other party's level from their long breaths and the aura they condense," Little Hei said.
"I see!" Yang Wu seemed to have understood something.
The people from the Sacred Flame Sect did not change their direction. They had been training in the forest for a period of time and needed to find a water source to wash off the dirt they had accumulated over the past few days.
Luo Hanchao also sensed that there were people in this direction. However, he did not care at all. As a member of the Sacred Flame Sect, no matter where he was, he was considered a superior existence.
Soon, their group appeared in front of Yang Wu, Huangfu Taigeng, and Huangfu Mingyu. Huangfu Taigeng revealed a faint smile that was difficult to detect. This was because he had already recognized the origins of this group of people. Perhaps they could be saved.
Zhu Ruohong stopped playing the guqin. With a trace of red on her face, she said, "There are a few people in front."
"Yes, they seem to be from the Barbarian Tribe. There is also one person from the Great Xia," Tuoba Mang replied indifferently. His gaze locked onto Huangfu Mingyu, and a trace of interest appeared in his arrogant eyes. "Hahaha!" Tuoba Nasuo replied indifferently while riding on the Golden Lion.
Tuoba Nasuo led the group of people in the direction of Yang Wu's group. When they arrived near the pool, they all got off their mounts and let their mounts drink from the pool on their own. Meanwhile, they took out wine and meat and sat on the ground to eat and drink.
Yang Wu saw that these people had no intention of causing trouble, so he did not pay too much attention to them. After all, it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble at the moment. Everything could wait until the Barbarian Tribe's compensation.
Huangfu Taigeng and Huangfu Mingyu did not cause any unnecessary trouble for Yang Wu. They just stood there quietly.
However, some trouble would still come. No matter what, it could not be stopped.
Tuoba Nasuo snapped his fingers and said to a female outer sect disciple beside him, "Junior sister, please invite two friends from my tribe over."
The female disciple answered sweetly, "Yes, senior brother Nasuo. I'm willing to serve you."
The female disciple twisted the Little Man's waist like a snake and walked briskly toward Yang Wu, Huangfu Taigeng, and Huangfu Danyu.
This female disciple was called Lan Ying. She was about 17 years old and had the strength of a low-level general. To have such a realm at such a young age, she was considered an extremely outstanding genius in the mortal world. However, she was only an outer sect disciple of the Sacred Flame Sect. It could be seen how strict the Sacred Flame Sect was in selecting disciples.
When Lan Ying arrived in front of Yang Wu's group, she ignored Yang Wu and said to Huangfu Taigeng and Huangfu Mingyu in a slightly arrogant manner, "You two, come over here. Our senior brother wants to talk to you."
This was a completely commanding tone, as if she did not care about the three people in front of her. If it were not for the fact that two of them were from the Berserker Tribe like her Senior Brother, her tone would have been even worse. This was a habit of the Sacred Flame Sect that was superior to others.
Before Huangfu Taigeng and Huangfu Mingyu could speak, Yang Wu spoke first, "They won't go with you. Go back."
Lan Ying glanced at Yang Wu and said calmly, "It's none of your business here. You'd better stay aside. Don't make trouble for yourself."
"She's my fiancée. He's my fiancée's grandfather. Why is it none of my business?" Yang Wu said with a faint smile. Then, he put his hand on Huangfu Mingyu's shoulder and looked intimate.
Huangfu Mingyu's body stiffened, but in the end, she did not resist Yang Wu's action. Instead, her heart was beating fast and her face was flushed.
Lan Ying scolded with dissatisfaction, "I'll say it again. Let the two of them go and greet my senior brother immediately. Otherwise, they'll have to bear the consequences."
"If there's anything, ask your senior brother to come here and talk. We don't have time to deal with him." Yang Wu waved his hand at Lan Ying as if he was shooing away flies.
This time, Lan Ying was completely furious. The Sacred Flame Sect was in the mortal world. Even the King had to be courteous when he saw them. However, in this mountain range, they had met an ignorant young man. She said sternly, "Boy, look at who we are before you speak. Otherwise, your whole family will be implicated. It's not a joke."
"My whole family will be implicated?" Yang Wu's eyes instantly darkened as he shouted.
"That's right. If you dare to say no again, no matter where you're from, our Sacred Flame Sect will be like crushing ants. We'll completely wipe out your entire family!" Lan Ying threatened with great confidence.
After she said this, she felt that Yang Wu would definitely kneel down and beg for her forgiveness. Moreover, he would obediently hand over the two people. She firmly believed that no one could refuse the Sacred Flame Sect's orders.
Unfortunately, what awaited her was not what she expected. Instead, it was Yang Wu's sudden slap.
Slap!
Yang Wu's slap was so fast that Lan Ying could not react at all. Her face burned uncomfortably from the slap. Five fingerprints could even be seen on her face.
"Get lost!" Yang Wu shouted rudely.
Family was always a sore spot in Yang Wu's heart. No matter who touched it, they would not have a good time.
Lan Ying covered her face and stared at him in disbelief. She shouted, "You lowly commoner, how dare you hit me? You're courting death!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to attack Yang Wu and kill him. Unfortunately, she did not have the chance to do so. Yang Wu continued to slap her cheeks several times.
Slap!
Lan Ying was stunned by the slap.
She was an outer disciple of the Holy Fire Apprentice and had reached the General Realm. In the mortal world, she could even fight against a middle-level General Realm expert. However, she didn't even have a chance to fight against this young man. Her pride was completely shattered.
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