Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 303 - 222 He is Xie Wenren!

Chapter 303: Chapter 222 He is Xie Wenren!

Flame Cloud Sect’s Master Zhuge Junchen gritted his teeth and said:

"It was him! The Second Most Talented Under Heaven, Pei Yuanjing, that was the future hope of our Flame Cloud Sect! And Li Ping’an killed him! That beast!"

"Hahahaha! Good killing! Good snatching!"

The Ghost Taoist, upon hearing this, suddenly mocked:

"Who would have thought that Li Ping’an, with all his domineering behavior cloaked in sleaziness, would actually do this kind of thing? Truly reminiscent of my days of youth! Hahahaha!"

"What are you saying, Ghost Taoist? Good killing? Good snatching?"

Flame Cloud Sect’s Master Zhuge Junchen glared at the Ghost Taoist and warned him in his thoughts:

"I will kill Li Ping’an later to avenge my disciple and also to reclaim the Immortal Slaying Sword. You are not allowed to interfere anymore!"

"Zhuge Junchen, who do you think you are?"

The Ghost Taoist replied disdainfully:

"Li Ping’an has destroyed the hope of your Flame Cloud Sect, so you want to destroy the hope of my Mount Longhu? I am your elder. When I was cultivating, you didn’t even know where you were, perhaps preparing to be reincarnated as a lost spirit?"

"Let me tell you, I have decided to protect Li Ping’an! Whoever kills him, I will kill! And I will spare no expense to ensure his safety!"

"Hmph! What an arrogance!"

Flame Cloud Sect’s Master Zhuge Junchen said with disdain:

"Let me tell you, Ghost Taoist, this is a notice, not seeking any response from you. You better think it through, if you dare protect Li Ping’an today, no cultivators present will let you off!"

"As if you would let me off even if I don’t protect Li Ping’an!"

The Ghost Taoist also issued his final ultimatum:

"Not only must Li Ping’an not die, but he must also continue to fight! To fight for the Imperial Court Offering spot on behalf of Mount Longhu and to revive it! The time has come for a change of eras among All Taoist Sects Under Heaven! The hope rests on Li Ping’an!"

"Fine! Ghost Taoist! Remember, you said it!"

Flame Cloud Sect’s Master Zhuge Junchen said with an indifferent laugh:

"Hahahaha, well, today we shall see who is superior. Today is also a good day for me to rid the world of Taoist sects of you, the Devil Lord full of evil doings!"

The Ghost Taoist said excitedly, readying himself for the fight:

"You’re not that old and you dare to refer to yourself as ’old man’? Since you want to fight me, let’s have a good time!"

Although Flame Cloud Sect’s Master Zhuge Junchen failed to persuade the Ghost Taoist, he effectively notified him. Now all that was needed was for the Observatory Master of Moyun Temple, Immortal Fei He, to announce the final results.

Once the results were out, he could force Li Ping’an to fight him to the death outside Moyun Temple!

"Immortal Fei He, the martial arts competition between Mount Longhu’s cultivator Li Ping’an and Orthodox Zhengyi Temple’s Cultivator Nangong Zhidao has ended. Quickly announce the results, will you?"

Faced with Flame Cloud Sect’s Master Zhuge Junchen’s pressure, Observatory Master of Moyun Temple, Immortal Fei He, looked at the battleground where the winner and loser were already determined, and shouted towards the person lying on the ground, masquerading as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple’s Cultivator Nangong Zhidao and none other than Xie Wenren, not knowing whether he was dead or alive:

"Cultivator Nangong Zhidao from the Orthodox Zhengyi Temple, do you wish to concede? Or are you already... dead?"

"..."

The person masquerading as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple’s Cultivator Nangong Zhidao lying on the ground still did not speak, nor did anyone see his body move, as if he really was dead!

"It seems like Li Ping’an killed Orthodox Zhengyi Temple’s Cultivator Nangong Zhidao!"

"What’s the point of asking, Immortal Fei He?"

"Although Li Ping’an was injured, he still won in the end!"

"This time, he really made Mount Longhu proud!"

"What’s that really supposed to mean? With Li Ping’an’s current strength, which disciple from The Four Great Noble Paths can defeat him?"

"It means that as long as Li Ping’an continues to fight, starting this year, Mount Longhu will definitely have a spot among The Four Great Noble Paths!"

"Think no more, Mount Longhu will be revitalized by Li Ping’an!"

Just when everyone thought that Li Ping’an had won and Nangong Zhidao had been defeated, unexpectedly, the person lying on the ground masquerading as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple’s Cultivator Nangong Zhidao stood up. However, he was disheveled, covered in dirt, and one could hardly make out his face, aside from knowing he was Orthodox Zhengyi Temple’s Cultivator Nangong Zhidao.

"Ridiculous! How could I possibly concede?"

The voice of Xie Wenren, masquerading as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple’s Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, sounded extremely relaxed, seemingly unharmed by Li Ping’an’s Immortal Slaying Sword.

"I want to keep fighting!"

"What, you still want to compete?"

Flame Cloud Sect’s Master Zhuge Junchen and Observatory Master of Moyun Temple, Immortal Fei He, among others naturally did not wish for the competition to continue. Mount Longhu’s Li Ping’an and Orthodox Zhengyi Temple’s Cultivator Nangong Zhidao had been fighting for long enough, from around five or six o’clock until it was dark at past seven. If the competition were to go on, judging by Li Ping’an’s and Nangong Zhidao’s intention to drag out the fight, it could go well into the middle of the night!

All those present hadn’t even eaten dinner and were exhausted from the day’s ordeal—barely able to cope any longer.

What was more critical was that if they wanted to get the final results today after Mount Longhu’s Li Ping’an and Orthodox Zhengyi Temple’s Cultivator Nangong Zhidao finished fighting and wait for other disciples to complete their matches to select the final four, it would likely take until the Zi Hour of the night.

In truth, all this was secondary. Time could be spent, and meals could be eaten the next day. But Flame Cloud Sect’s Master Zhuge Junchen was in a hurry to reclaim the Immortal Slaying Sword and to kill Li Ping’an to avenge his deceased disciple.

He had lost all patience!

Mount Longhu’s Li Ping’an and Orthodox Zhengyi Temple’s Cultivator Nangong Zhidao had been playing a tug-of-war, taking turns winning, stretching the competition for so long that it exhausted everyone’s patience!

"What, you’re still going to fight? How long have you been at it! Why doesn’t one of you just concede?"

Although Observatory Master of Moyun Temple, Immortal Fei He, was relieved that there were no casualties, he didn’t want them to continue fighting either, so he pleaded with them, requesting: