Xiao Guizi nodded, then said, "Senior Brother, during the few days of your recent seclusion, people from the Huang Family have come to our Sect Gate."
"The Huang Family from Northwest City?" Xu Zimei was somewhat surprised, but then let it go, "Did they come looking for Yan Buhui?"
"Right, the one who came to the Sect Gate this time was the second son of the Huang Family. It’s said that he wants to expel Yan Buhui from the True Martial Holy Sect," replied Xiao Guizi.
"Since when did the people from the Huang Family have a say in our Sect Gate?" Xu Zimei asked with a laugh.
"It’s said that the second son of the Huang Family, Huang Tianxie, and the Great Elder’s grandson, Shao Xingyu, are friends, and the two seem to have made some unsavory deal," Xiao Guizi replied with a smile: "With Shao Xingyu’s help, this should not be difficult."
"That’s somewhat interesting," Xu Zimei said with an amused smile.
"Senior Brother, should we help Yan Buhui?" Xiao Guizi said: "Weren’t you quite concerned about him before?"
"Go spread the word outside that Shao Xingyu and I are arch-enemies," Xu Zimei pondered for a moment, then said: "Make it as sensational as possible."
Xiao Guizi nodded, although unclear about the purpose behind Xu Zimei’s actions, he dared not ask more.
Perhaps, as many people say, the path of the strong is never smooth sailing; everyone has come through setbacks and failures.
In the end, they step by step reach the summit.
Based on memories from his previous life, Xu Zimei knew that even without his help, Yan Buhui’s future achievements would not be low.
What he needed to do now was to turn gilding the lily into sending charcoal in snowy weather, maximizing benefits.
His own War Generals selection might just have a seat for Yan Buhui.
He was going to help Yan Buhui with this incident, but not by taking the initiative to help; instead, he wanted the other party to come to him for aid.
...
The place where the Outer Sect Disciples of the True Martial Holy Sect lived was a particularly wide open space, with countless courtyard dwellings interwoven together.
At this moment, in front of the courtyard where Yan Buhui resided, several Outer Sect Disciples were talking loudly.
"Have you heard? Yan Buhui, who ranks eleventh on the Hidden Tiger List of our Outer Sect, is actually a bastard child."
"Yeah, it’s said that his mother was just a humble maid, and one night his father, in a drunken lust, then came his birth."
"Ah, the poor thing, I heard that the Huang Family does not recognize him. His status in the Huang Family was even lower than a dog’s, so he fled to our Sect Gate."
"If you ask me, his mother must be a schemer. Taking advantage of the Huang Family Head when he was drunk, then deliberately did that.
Trying to climb the social ladder, a sparrow transforming into a phoenix, shameless."
The voices of these people were all very loud, audible even from a distance.
Inside the room of the courtyard, Yan Buhui’s forehead throbbed with veins, fists tightly clenched.
He knew those people were deliberately trying to provoke him, wanting him to angrily challenge them.
Those few people all ranked within the top ten of the Hidden Tiger List; he was no match for them.
Although he understood everything, he still wished he could tear those people to pieces, unable to suppress the rage within him.
The mother had always been his taboo. Everything he was doing now, desperately cultivating, was to destroy the Huang Family in the future and seek justice for his mother.
"You really are my dear brother," he clenched his fists while the embarrassing words of those outside continued to ring in his ears.
He knew his brother had arrived, and all of this was his doing.
Even though he did not acknowledge that family, the ties of blood were indelible.
...
He had traveled miles to escape that family and come to the True Martial Holy Sect, only to find that those people were still unwilling to let him go.
He closed his eyes, trying to cool his emotions, repeatedly telling himself that now was not the time to act impulsively.
One day, he would painfully repay them a hundredfold for what they did today. nσvel.cøm
After a long while, Yan Buhui found his heart even more chaotic as he looked at the longsword on the table beside him.
He gently picked up the sharp sword, caressing its blade.
"The sword, victorious in a hundred battles, must possess the sharpness to cut through the heavens," he murmured to himself as if he had made a great decision.
Grabbing the sword, he then opened the door and walked out with a stern face.
...
When the people outside saw Yan Buhui come out, a young man immediately stood up and asked with a teasing smile, "Yo, isn’t this our Brother Yan?
I heard your mother was a servant of the Huang Family. Is that true? I’m just looking to confirm."
Yan Buhui raised his longsword, the tip pointing at the other, and said in a low tone, "To be honest, your provocation is very childish and disgusting.
But you’ve succeeded."
"What, do you want to challenge me?" the young man asked with a surprised smile.
"Yes, do you dare accept a life-and-death duel?" Yan Buhui said word by word, his eyes filled with madness and cruelty.
His voice was so calm it trembled, and the young man opposite could not imagine the extent of the hatred hidden behind those eyes.
The young man swallowed hard, his momentum weakening slightly, but then he remembered that his own cultivation was at the pinnacle of the Condensing Vein Realm.
This cultivation was completely enough to qualify for an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple, and his opponent was only at the fifth level of the Condensing Vein, so there was nothing to fear.
"Forget a life-and-death duel, let’s just follow the rules of the Coiling Tiger List and have a match," the young man pondered for a moment and then said.
Although he was confident in himself, the young man still exercised caution.
After all, he was paid to remove others’ troubles, not risk his own life in a gamble.
The young man, Xu Ren, was ranked seventh on the Coiling Tiger List. According to its rules, a disciple with a higher ranking couldn’t challenge someone with a lower ranking.
Therefore, they could only provoke Yan Buhui, making him challenge them.
...
Xingyu Peak, the mountain peak where the Great Elder’s grandson, Shao Xingyu, resided.
At that moment, in the pavilion of the mountain, two young men sat facing each other.
The young man dressed in a purple robe, radiating an aura like a rainbow and having the confident disposition of one in a high position, lifted the teacup in front of him and said with a smile to the youth beside him, "Brother Tianxie, the fish has bitten the bait."
"This matter requires Brother Xingyu’s assistance," the other youth replied with a smile.
Dressed in a white shirt with a black longsword hanging behind him, sporting short hair that wasn’t particularly handsome, but his essence, qi, and spirit were full, giving off an impression that he was no ordinary person.
"Don’t worry, if he were still in the Outer Sect, it would be somewhat inappropriate for us to make a move on him.
But once he’s crippled by someone, I still have the power to expel such a waste from the Sect," Shao Xingyu said confidently, "The match is set for tomorrow noon. Shall we go enjoy the spectacle?"
"I’ll leave it all to Brother Xingyu," Huang Tianxie said with a smile.