Dance Of The Dragons
Chapter 450 : The Fall (2)

Chapter 450: Chapter 450 : The Fall (2)

Qiao Wei shoved the younger man aside, sending a spray of blood erupting from his body. Groaning, the man crumpled to the ground.

Around him, the bound disciples stirred, rising one by one like puppets on strings. Their eyes, vacant orbs devoid of life, stared straight ahead. They stood ramrod straight, their feet entwined by serpents that hissed menacingly at Qiao Wei.

Gritting his teeth, Qiao Wei pressed several acupuncture points in his body. The pressure helped lessen the bleeding from his stomach, but the exertion sent a fresh wave of blood surging up his throat.

"Who are you?" Qiao Wei, his breaths ragged and shallow, rasped a question at the figure who had just plunged a blade into him. The attacker, his arm transformed into a thorny vine slick with Qiao Wei’s crimson lifeblood, landed on the ground with a chilling silence.

Scowling with undisguised malice, the fake disciple’s body contorted before Qiao Wei’s eyes. In a heartbeat, his form dissolved, replaced by a grotesque mockery of life. Made entirely of plants, his body was a twisted tapestry of roots, vines, and trunks, woven together into a vaguely humanoid shape.

His obsidian eyes flew open, pinning Qiao Wei with a look full of contempt.

"It’s an honor to greet the Venerable Sword Saint of Wushan Temple," he said with a mocking bow.

"A demon," Qiao Wei hissed. "Where is my Shizun? What have you done to my martial art siblings?"

The demon clicked with his tongue in displeasure. All around him, the serpents joined in with loud hissing sounds.

"Have you always been this talkative, Master Qiao Wei?" He asked with a mocking tone.

The demon walked in a circle around Qiao Wei, observing him from all angles before he tossed out a disappointed sigh.

"I really don’t understand what is so special about you," he said. "You are as weak as any human being I have ever met in this realm."

Blood rushed past Qiao Wei’s ears as he inhaled and exhaled several times.

He barely paid attention to what the demon was saying.

There was something very important he had to do, but he needed to stall as much time as possible to recover his spiritual energy.

The demon jeered at Qiao Wei for some time, but the latter gave no response at all. In the end, he started getting suspicious. The tree demon thus cocked his head to the side and stared at Qiao Wei.

"What are you trying to do?" He asked.

"..."

Again, Qiao Wei refused to answer.

The demon turned to look at the puppet disciples and nodded at them.

"Hey, all of you, pull him to his feet."

Qiao Wei’s eyes shone with determination. Ignoring the wound that threatened to tear his body apart, he summoned a ball of spiritual power and launched it directly into the sky.

The bright blue sphere exploded like a firework above his head, painting the morning sky in a myriad of colors.

In the Wushan Temple Sect, this served as a warning. It should be enough to keep Huang Taichen and Bai Ling away.

That was Qiao Wei’s last thought before a crushing blow slammed against his neck, plunging him into unconsciousness.

Some distance away from Wushan Temple’s back entrance, Bai Ling and Huang Taichen were bickering all the way up.

"Wei Wei is too kind," Bai Ling complained. "Why would he even take you in, ugh, so inconceivable."

Huang Taichen grumbled, "Are you suffering from short memory loss? Have you forgotten Shizun’s words? I hope that other Martial Art Aunts and Uncles are nicer than you!"

Bai Ling, who had been walking a few steps ahead, suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. Her hand shot out, fingers digging into Huang Taichen’s chest to halt his forward momentum.

High above the sky, a colorful firework exploded. It came from the peak of Mount Wu, the seat of the Wushan Temple Sect.

"Wei Wei’s warning," Bai Ling rasped, her voice barely a whisper. Ice clawed its way through her veins, constricting her breath. "We can’t go any further."

"Wait, why not?" Huang Taichen did not understand. "Didn’t we agree to meet Shizun up there?"

"Are you blind?" Bai Ling snapped. She pointed at the sky. "That’s Wei Wei’s warning! Something terrible is happening at Wushan Temple Sect!"

"Exactly because something terrible is happening that we have to go there right away!" Huang Taichen snapped. He wrenched against Bai Ling’s grip, but her hold was ironclad.

"Are you stupid???" Bai Ling raised her voice. "What can you do if Wei Wei cannot handle it?"

"And what about you, Martial Art Aunt?" Huang Taichen asked. "Can you not do anything? I thought that you were a cultivator!"

"I am not half as good as Wei Wei!" Bai Ling glared at Huang Taichen. "He is a genius, alright? That’s why my father made him the successor of the sect and not me... AAAARGHHHHH!!!"

Out of nowhere, with a thunderous snort, a giant boar stuck its head from a nearby bush. "A wild boar! ARGHHH!’ Bai Ling swirled, turning around and heading down the mountain like a startled deer. The wild boar lunged, snapping its jaws inches from Huang Taichen, who stood frozen on the spot, eyes wide with terror.

"Huang Taichen, you idiot! RUN!!!"

Bai Ling considered herself the unluckiest person alive. She not only encountered a wild boar, but she even had to save this stupid, useless martial art nephew!

Bai Ling yanked at Huang Taichen’s wrist, but the latter remained glued to the spot.

"Martial Art Aunt, wait a little bit," he murmured. In front of him, the wild boar was busy snapping at him.

"I know what happened up there."

Bai Ling’s mouth fell open in astonishment.

"Did you just use a demonic cultivation skill to talk to the wild boar?"

Huang Taichen gave Bai Ling an exasperated look. It was too long a story to tell, so he went straight to the point.

"Wushan Temple Sect has been taken over by a bunch of serpent and tree demons."