Chapter 38: Snatching People!

Zhao Jianfeng's presumptuous act made Wang Tiande's expression turn ashen in an instant.

"Insolent! What, I haven't even made my selection yet, and you're already picking people?"

Wang Tiande roared, his voice like thunder.

Song Ge, standing to the side, also wore a furious expression.

Zhao Jianfeng's body trembled, but he did not lower his head.

"What, does Peak Master Wang still want to snatch someone a junior has taken a fancy to?"

Zhao Jianfeng had changed his form of address, but there was not even a trace of yielding in his tone.

"You!"

Wang Tiande was stifled with anger.

But he would absolutely not let it go just like that.

Just as he was about to use the might of a True Monarch to suppress Zhao Jianfeng—

A loud voice suddenly rang out from the heavens.

"Hahahaha, Shorty Wang, what, you still want to compete with my Sword Ridge Peak for someone!"

"What a joke."

Wang Tiande was stunned. He turned to look, and saw a burly figure rapidly flying over from the distance.

"Greetings, Peak Master!"

Seeing his own Peak Master arrive, Zhao Jianfeng hurriedly cupped his fists.

"Mm."

Zhao Kui waved his hand, his gaze falling on Lu Qingyang.

"Not bad, not bad. This is the kind of seedling our Sword Ridge Peak should have!"

"Shorty Wang, I'm taking the person."

"If you've got a problem, come to my Sword Ridge Peak and say it."

Zhao Kui's voice was loud, deafening, echoing in the sky for a long time.

"You!"

Wang Tiande's face was ashen, yet he could do nothing to Zhao Kui.

The Peak Master of Sword Ridge Peak had condensed his Golden Core a hundred years ago.

By now he had long since stepped into late-stage Golden Core. Coupled with years of slaughter, his spiritual power was terrifyingly immense.

Though Wang Tiande was also late-stage Golden Core, he did not dare make a move to stop him.

"Hmph!"

Wang Tiande snorted coldly, able only to look toward the other disciples.

He felt deeply aggrieved, but there was nothing he could do.

He could only watch helplessly as Lu Qingyang was taken away.

And Lu Qingyang, watching the exchange between these two Peak Masters, was somewhat dumbfounded.

What's going on here?

Wasn't I the last place? Why is everyone fighting over me?

Lu Qingyang seemed to still not understand just how stunning his performance had been.

He was even less aware of just how terrifying the talent he had displayed today was.

And just as Zhao Kui walked toward Lu Qingyang with a smile on his face, from behind the crowd, a lazy voice sounded.

"Peak Master Zhao, what a grand air. The Peak Selection Gathering, and my Sun-Moon Peak didn't even show its face, yet you've already started selecting?"

He's here!

Hearing that lazy voice, Lu Qingyang instantly understood the hidden meaning.

The people from Sun-Moon Peak had appeared!

His heart pounded several times.

He turned to look back, and saw a youth dressed in green robes staring at him with a playful expression.

The green-robed youth was tall and slender, with a handsome face.

Between his brows was a trace of untamed arrogance, but the moment he saw Lu Qingyang, he was stunned.

For some reason, he had a feeling that Lu Qingyang seemed to have been waiting for him all along…

This guy… looks like he knew someone was watching in the shadows.

Chao San cursed inwardly, and stepped forward somewhat flippantly, slinging an arm around Lu Qingyang's shoulder.

"Little Chao… Martial-Nephew…"

Zhao Kui's expression suddenly turned ugly, just like Wang Tiande's a moment ago.

Though the newcomer was only at Foundation Establishment, he did not dare show the slightest disdain.

After all, the other's status was truly noble…

"So you're Lu Qingyang. My name is Chao San, and from now on, I'm your Senior Brother."

Chao San looked Lu Qingyang up and down.

"This humble one is Lu Qingyang. Greetings, True Person."

Lu Qingyang bowed in salute.

He could tell that Chao San, in his green robes, held no simple status.

Otherwise, he would never have made Zhao Kui stop with a single sentence.

"Martial-Nephew Little Chao… is Sun-Moon Peak taking someone again this year? Wasn't it said that this year they were choosing one from the Foundation Establishment disciples to enter Sun-Moon Peak?"

Zhao Kui seemed somewhat unwilling to accept it.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Chao San glanced sideways at the other, somewhat displeased by his argument.

Zhao Kui was startled, and hurriedly explained, "Hasn't it already spread throughout the sect…"

"You also said it spread."

"Since it spread, then it's certainly not true."

"Besides, among the Foundation Establishment cultivators, who has the qualifications to enter my Sun-Moon Peak?"

"What, you thought Master really gave the Lin Clan boy a chance?"

Chao San curled his lip, his tone disdainful as he cut the other off.

Having said that, he turned back to look at Li Buqun, who was still coughing blood.

"Ah, if it weren't for this kid this year, Master might have taken you."

"Tsk… what a pity."

"I…"

Li Buqun's expression changed drastically. He knew he seemed to have missed something.

"Alright, let's go Junior Brother. Master is still waiting to see you."

With that, Chao San summoned a frost-colored flying sword, preparing to take Lu Qingyang away.

But just as he had floated into the air, he turned the sword body around.

And drifted to a stop before Li Buqun.

"There's been a shortage of someone to sweep the floors and wipe the dust in the peak lately. If you're willing, get on."

Chao San glanced at Li Buqun, his tone indifferent.

"Me?"

Li Buqun could hardly believe his ears. He pointed at himself, then at the tip of his own nose, his face full of confusion.

"Yes, you. Who else?"

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Li Buqun hurriedly cupped his hands and leaped onto the flying sword with an excited face!

"Hm? You called it wrong. You have to call me Martial-Uncle. You're not a member of my Sun-Moon Peak."

For some reason, Chao San seemed to love looking at people sideways.

Hearing Li Buqun's words, he glanced sideways at Lu Qingyang again.

"This kid is the only one qualified to call me Senior Brother."

Hearing this, Li Buqun's face turned red with embarrassment, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Alright, sit tight. Let's go!"

"This Flame Grass Peak reeks of copper. I don't want to stay a moment longer."

With that, Chao San's feet shifted slightly, and he had already transformed into a streak of light shooting into the sky.

Leaving only Wang Tiande and Zhao Kui watching the remaining disciples with dark expressions…

Sun-Moon Peak, the tallest peak of the Chaotian Sect.

Like a sharp sword stabbing into the very center of the Chaotian Sect.

That towering peak looked somewhat cold and desolate under the moonlight.

It had been this way for a thousand years.

"Junior Brother, this is your home from now on."

"Take a good look. In the entire Chaotian Sect, only this place… can still be quiet."

Chao San spoke while steering the flying sword at high speed.

His tone was somewhat cold, completely different from when he had been at Flame Grass Peak.

"Senior Brother, how come I don't see any other disciples of my Sun-Moon Peak?"

Looking at that cold, silent peak, Lu Qingyang was somewhat puzzled.

When night fell on Flame Grass Peak, even if it wasn't brightly lit, the whole mountain still glowed.

Sword Ridge Peak was the same. So why was Sun-Moon Peak so desolate?

"Heh heh, disciples? Aren't I one?"

"Here, if you think it's too few, add that blockhead behind you too."

Chao San returned to his arrogant demeanor, glancing sideways at Lu Qingyang.

"You? Sun-Moon Peak only has… one disciple?"

Lu Qingyang was somewhat astonished.

"That's not right either. Strictly speaking, it should be two. Isn't there still you?"

"Master said if Sun-Moon Peak had four people, it would be convenient for playing pai jiu in the future."

"…"