Chapter 2108: The Power of the Ninth Peak Chapter 2108: The Power of the Ninth Peak Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation As the power of the nine individuals surged, majestic spiritual energy flowed into the nine tokens.
Immediately, a streak of light shot into the distant sky.
Ten thousand miles away, within the Myriad Demon Middle and Inner Sect, an old man slowly opened his eyes as the streak of light appeared.
“Today isn’t the entrance examination day.
Why would there be a request for the inner sect examination?” he murmured, his expression curious.
“Which little monster wants to take the inner sect assessment alone?” If Wilma Nilles and Braydon Neal were present, they would likely recognize him instantly—it was the old man from the Myriad Demon City.
“Everyone, I’ll take a walk today,” he said, stretching.
“I’ve done nothing since returning from the Myriad Demon City.
This is a good opportunity for a stroll.” He glanced toward the surrounding mountains and added in a strange tone, “Surely none of you would compete with an old man like me for this?
No way, no way!” …
Silence.
Satisfied that no one responded, the old man smiled and soared into the sky, disappearing in an instant.
Meanwhile, Braydon, standing with Wilma and the others, suddenly sensed something—a familiar aura rapidly approaching.
It was unmistakable.
He had felt the same aura back in the Myriad Demon City, emanating from the old man who had stood behind Wilma.
Sure enough, moments later, the streak of light descended onto the mountain peak, and the old man appeared.
The others immediately adopted respectful postures.
“Elder of Law Enforcement, how did you get here?” Braydon’s eyes flickered as he observed the group’s submissive expressions.
It was clear this old man held a high status.
“The inner sect has a Law Enforcement Team that enforces the sect’s discipline,” Wilma explained through voice transmission.
“And this elder of Law Enforcement has a mysterious background—no one even knows his name.” “But his personality… it’s a bit odd.
Unlike others who assess disputes by hearing both sides, he simply slaps both parties if they’re fighting in the wrong place.
It doesn’t matter who’s right or wrong.” “This is why even the most arrogant disciples avoid him.
No one wants to test his patience.” The old man frowned.
“Wilma, are you badmouthing me again?
“Don’t forget—I’m a level six transcendent.
You’re just level one.
Do you really think you can hide it from me?” Caught, Wilma and Braydon quickly looked away, avoiding his gaze.
Good heavens—he’d overheard them!
“When did I badmouth him?” Wilma whispered nervously.
Out loud, she quickly said, “I’m sorry, elder.
You must be mistaken—I would never say such things.” The old man smiled and let it go.
“Alright, so which one of you is taking the inner sect assessment today?
I haven’t seen this happen in over a hundred years.
You must be pretty confident.” Wilma silently raised her hand.
“Elder of Law Enforcement, I’m the one taking the assessment today,” she declared.
The old man turned toward her with a curious expression.
“Oh, little one.
Where did you get the confidence to do this on your own?” “With your strength, I doubt you’ll make it halfway.
You might die in there.
Are you sure about this?” Braydon’s eyes darkened as he remembered what Wilma had told him earlier—once the inner sect assessment began, it couldn’t be stopped.
The assessment involved reaching a treasure hidden in its depths.
Only by passing through the door could one leave.
But Wilma’s expression remained resolute.
She nodded firmly.
“I hope you will grant my request.” “Alright, alright.
No need for dramatic speeches—I’m not unreasonable,” the old man said.
He turned to the elders.
“Where’s the item for the inner sect assessment?” “Law Enforcement Elder, the item is in the inner sect.
Elders are usually the ones to retrieve it…” one of them replied hesitantly.
The old man’s face darkened.
“Of course I know that!
I was just testing you!” “And you, Eighth Brother—did I ask for your opinion?” With a wave of his hand, he sent the unfortunate Eighth Brother flying toward the Eighth Peak.
The others quickly lowered their heads, too scared to speak.
Brutal.
Simply brutal.
Just then, another streak of light appeared in the sky and stopped beside the elder of Law Enforcement.
“Elder, don’t forget to bring the item next time,” a distant voice called out.
“It’s your first time handling this, so I’ll let it slide.” The crowd stiffened, pretending they hadn’t heard a thing.
No one wanted to risk “special treatment.” The elder coughed awkwardly.
“I wasn’t uninformed—I just forgot in the moment!” Immediately, the surrounding elders chimed in.
“Exactly!
The Patriarch has too many responsibilities—it’s understandable!” “Yes, he must take care of himself.
It’s because he works too hard for the sect!” Braydon watched the scene unfold, his mouth twitching in disbelief.
The shamelessness on display was staggering.
The old man, pleased with their flattery, grinned.
“Thank you for your concern, everyone.
If this happens again, don’t hesitate to remind me.
I appreciate honest criticism.” The elders nodded vigorously.
“Yes, Elder!
Truly, you are a role model for us all!” As they spoke, they glanced nervously toward where Eighth Brother had landed.