Chapter Two: Taking on an Apprentice, Xiao Yi
Xiao Yi’s mind raced, and in an instant, he grasped the crucial truth—no matter what this senior’s intentions were, this was his only path to survival!
Struggling against the searing pain in his body, he cupped his hands respectfully. Though his voice was weak, it was filled with unwavering determination: “I am deeply grateful for your kindness, Senior! If I may be accepted as your disciple, I vow to devote my life and loyalty to you, with no second thoughts!”
Despite his words, he couldn’t help but ask, “I am but a fool; may I ask why you have chosen me?”
Ye Chentian’s lips curved into a faint smile, his eyes deep as an abyss, as if he could peer into one’s soul: “Our sect possesses a secret treasure, the ‘Heavenly Mechanism Mirror,’ which can glimpse the flow of heaven and earth and discern true talents of the world. The mirror reveals that you share a millennium of destiny with our Xuantian Sect. Our meeting today is fate itself.”
Such a blatant lie, spoken with such conviction.
“The Heavenly Mechanism Mirror?!” Xiao Yi’s pupils contracted sharply as he inhaled cold air.
A treasure capable of seeing one’s fate? Only a sect of immense stature could possess such a legacy!
He looked at Ye Chentian with newfound reverence.
What had seemed suspicious moments ago now felt like his fortune had turned; he had encountered a hidden master!
“Disciple Xiao Yi pays respects to Master!” Without hesitation, he struggled to kneel and bow.
“Not so fast,” Ye Chentian raised a hand to steady him, his gaze flicking to Chen Huai, whose face had turned ashen. He said calmly, “These pests have disturbed my peace. I will deal with them first.”
Chen Huai, unable to contain his fury any longer, erupted upon seeing Ye Chentian’s complete disregard for him: “Arrogant fool! A nameless wild sect dares to act so brazenly before the Blood Demon Sect?”
“Attack! Tear these reckless fools and this little brat to shreds and feed them to the dogs!”
“Yes, sir!”
Over a dozen Blood Demon Sect disciples roared in unison, launching a barrage of attacks toward Ye Chentian.
Some manifested bone claws, others emitted poisonous mists, and some even brandished rusted demonic blades, bombarding Ye Chentian and Xiao Yi relentlessly!
Chen Huai himself struck forward, pushing with both palms as a black demonic serpent took shape, its white fangs bared wide, lunging straight at Ye Chentian!
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Ye Chentian didn’t even blink, as if the flurry of attacks were mere child's play.
“Daring to cause chaos on my turf?”
He slowly raised his right hand, a faint golden glow curling around his fingertips.
“Void Silence Finger!”
Suddenly, the golden light flared explosively!
With a sharp hiss—
A concentrated golden blade of light tore through the air at lightning speed, leaving a dazzling afterimage in its wake!
The black demonic serpent was the first to collide with the blade, instantly severed, its demonic aura dissipating in an instant.
The blade’s momentum did not wane; like slicing through soft tofu, it shredded the attacks of the dozen or so Blood Demon disciples with ease!
“What?!” The cruel smile on Chen Huai’s face froze, replaced by sheer terror.
He could feel the overwhelming power contained within that golden light—far beyond his comprehension!
It seemed today he had struck a stone wall.
“Retreat!” Chen Huai’s soul nearly fled his body as he turned to flee.
But the golden blade was more than ten times faster!
Squelch—squelch—
The sound of flesh tearing rang out in rapid succession.
The golden light swept across, cutting the dozen Blood Demon disciples neatly in half.
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Chen Huai, running the fastest, barely survived a moment longer.
The blade grazed his waist; his foundation stage protective energy was as fragile as paper. In an instant, he was sliced into two, his upper body rolling on the ground, eyes wide with unyielding death.
The valley fell utterly silent.
Only Xiao Yi’s heavy breathing remained.
He stared dumbfounded at the scattered corpses, then glanced at Ye Chentian’s right hand just lowered. His throat moved, but no words came out.
That was a foundation stage cultivator just now, and those were over a dozen Qi Refining disciples!
All—completely annihilated by Master’s casual blade?
No chance to resist at all?
Xiao Yi’s heart pounded wildly; the doubts he had when first accepting the mentorship had now turned wholly into joy.
What kind of mighty hand had he just grasped?
Ye Chentian patted his shoulder, his tone as casual as commenting on the fine weather: “Alright, these pests are dealt with. Come with me back to the sect.”
“Yes, Master!” Xiao Yi replied quickly, his gaze now burning with fervent admiration.
He struggled to stand, following closely behind Ye Chentian, looking at that seemingly ordinary figure and feeling as if before a towering mountain.