Super Combat Soldier
Chapter 763 - 762: [The Eight Great Sects of the Ancient Martial World]

Chapter 763: Chapter 762: [The Eight Great Sects of the Ancient Martial World]

Ye Tianchen, carrying the unconscious Jiang An, together with Tian Boguang, rushed out of the dry well dungeon. Facing the black iron whip wielded by Gu Bian, the sworn brothers Ye Tianchen and Tian Boguang joined forces and sent it flying away.

Xie Yuhe, Qing Chengyue, and Dongfang Meng were startled to see Ye Tianchen escorting Tian Boguang out. Following the momentary surprise, they continued their fierce battle with Gu Bian. Ye Tianchen threw Jiang An to Tian Boguang and said, "Brother Tian, you go first, I’ll hold off Gu Bian and follow."

"Okay!" Tian Boguang didn’t hesitate. The battle here had been raging for quite a while, and it was very possible that Bei Lengshi himself was about to make an appearance. If they didn’t leave now, none would be able to escape.

Using the Divine Movement Skill, Tian Boguang carried the passed-out Jiang An and fled. Ye Tianchen, however, charged to the front of Xie Yuhe, Qing Chengyue, and Dongfang Meng, and looked coldly at the livid Gu Bian, saying to the three, "You go ahead, I’ll be right behind!"

"You... How is my senior brother? Why did you let Tian Boguang go?" Xie Yuhe couldn’t help but ask.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Qing Chengyue glanced at Ye Tianchen and asked.

"Don’t worry, we’re on the same side; I won’t harm you. Hurry up and go!"

After dropping these words, Ye Tianchen had already transformed into a streak of golden light, dashing towards Gu Bian. Dongfang Meng, naturally knowing the reason, swiftly pursued in Tian Boguang’s direction, while Xie Yuhe and Qing Chengyue exchanged glances and reluctantly followed Dongfang Meng.

"They’ve escaped; now you’re going to die," Gu Bian, holding the black iron whip, said coldly to Ye Tianchen.

Boom!

A golden dragon materialized in Ye Tianchen’s right hand, a gradual evolution of the "Vajra Divine Fist", and a manifestation of his punching power. Without a second word, he launched an attack at Gu Bian.

Bang!

With Gu Bian’s profound cultivation and strength, Ye Tianchen couldn’t kill him instantly. As Gu Bian’s whip shattered the Golden Dragon Fist Power, Ye Tianchen’s figure had already vanished. He didn’t need to confront Gu Bian head-on, especially if Bei Lengshi showed up, that would be really bad.

Spurt! A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out. Gu Bian was not gravely injured but was so pissed that he spat out blood. Being a Great Elder of the Songshan Sect, having lived for two hundred years with cultivation at the late-stage Martial Venerate Peak, he was infuriated that five youngsters truly managed to rescue Tian Boguang. Not to mention how he would explain to Bei Lengshi, but where would he put his own face? The Ancient Martial World conference the next day intended to publicly execute Tian Boguang; how would he produce the man? How would the Songshan Sect’s honor survive, and as a high-ranking Great Elder, how would he face the lineage of powerful figures from the Songshan Sect?

"Ah..." Gu Bian let out a frustrated and powerless roar to the sky.

The next day, when Jiang An woke up, he found himself in the presence of his junior sister Xie Yuhe, Qing Chengyue, Dongfang Meng, and Ye Tianchen. He was unaware of the situation and whether Tian Boguang had been killed or not.

"Why are all of you here? Has the conference started? Was Tian Boguang killed by you last night?" After waking up, Jiang An quickly asked.

"He’s dead. You’ve finally come to. Let’s go; it’s our turn to attend the Ancient Martial World conference and continue with the plan," Ye Tianchen said as he glanced at Jiang An.

"Let’s go, don’t delay!" Jiang An stood up, and Xie Yuhe hurriedly went to help him, but there was an unusual expression in her eyes.

"Junior sister, what’s wrong?" With a very sensitive heart, Jiang An noticed that his junior sister Xie Yuhe seemed a bit off, especially the way she looked at him, so he asked.

"Nothing, it’s good that you’re alright, senior brother. Let’s go!" Xie Yuhe shook her head and said with a smile.

Jiang An nodded, looked at Qing Chengyue, Dongfang Meng, and Ye Tianchen flying ahead using Qi Manipulation Flight, and then followed suit and flew off as well. The grand conference of the Ancient Martial World had already begun, convened on the immense training grounds located at the front of the Songshan Sect, a space capable of accommodating hundreds of thousands of people—vast indeed. Early on, Songshan Sect had set up fighting platforms and array formation restrictions there to ensure victory through martial competition without causing destruction to their training grounds.

Ye Tianchen certainly hadn’t reverted to his original appearance. At this point, he could be considered a celebrity in the Ancient Martial World, with his wanted posters spread far and wide. The Five Poison Sect, Sword Control Sect, and even the covert Blood Killing Organization were after him, not to mention the enigmatic Netherworld Blood Demon from the Nine Netherworld. This person posed a danger to Ye Tianchen. If it weren’t for the mysterious Beggar, Ye Tianchen might already be dead.

Qing Chengyue and Dongfang Meng led the way with Qi Manipulation Flight, and Ye Tianchen followed behind. Bringing up the rear were Jiang An and Xie Yuhe, all of them heading towards the training grounds of the Songshan Sect. Now, the sun was almost at its zenith and the grand conference of the Ancient Martial World was about to begin; they wouldn’t want to arrive any later as it would be troublesome to get inside.

"Junior Sister, remember, you mustn’t go up there to fight. You could lose your life!" Jiang An transmitted his voice telepathically to Xie Yuhe.

"Why? Big Senior Brother, we’re all part of the Ancient Martial World. We’re all here to thwart Bei Lengshi’s conspiracy. As representatives of the Flying Knife Sect, you and I should fight," Xie Yuhe asked in confusion.

"You... Didn’t we agree to pretend to support Bei Lengshi becoming the ruler of the Ancient Martial World? Therefore, let others go up and fight. We should stay out of it!" Jiang An said, momentarily flustered.

"That won’t do either. We’ve reached an agreement with Qing Chengyue and Dongfang Meng. Even if we’re executing such a scheme, we must defeat other opponents and gain Bei Lengshi’s trust first. Otherwise, we won’t be able to gain his trust later on, nor will we be able to make our words convincing to other martial artists!" Xie Yuhe shook her head.

"Junior Sister, listen to me. This competition is no child’s play. Songshan Sect is out to eliminate others; they have masters ready to kill. Anyone who goes up there won’t be able to come down alive," Jiang An said urgently.

"I know. But even so, I must go up there. We can’t let people think less of our Flying Knife Sect’s name," Xie Yuhe said decisively.

"Junior Sister..." Jiang An wanted to keep persuading her.

"Big Senior Brother, what’s wrong with you? You weren’t like this before. Why are you so scared this time?" Xie Yuhe couldn’t help but ask.

"I... Junior Sister, I’m worried about your safety. You must remember never to go up there to fight, understand?" Jiang An looked at Xie Yuhe and said.

At this moment, the group of five, including Ye Tianchen, had arrived at Songshan Sect’s training grounds. The place was already teeming with people; the loose cultivators could only stand, while those from established sects had their places reserved, with their sect’s names written at the top of each area. Naturally, the foremost throne belonged to Songshan Sect, and it remained vacant, with only Bei Wei, the Sect Leader’s son, standing beside it, while other disciples of the Songshan Sect stood on both sides.

Songshan Sect, Shaolin, Wudang Sect, Huashan Sect, Ancient Tomb Sect, Yaochi Sect, Sword Control Sect, Five Poison Sect—these eight sects were the major forces of the Ancient Martial World. As for the smaller sects and those that had remained hidden for many years, they were not included here.

The seats for Yaochi Sect, Flying Knife Sect, and Ancient Tomb Sect were situated next to each other, which was convenient for Ye Tianchen and the others to discuss strategies. It seemed like fate had a hand in this arrangement. Once Qing Chengyue sat in Yaochi Sect’s representative seat, Dongfang Meng sat in Ancient Tomb Sect’s, and Xie Yuhe sat in Flying Knife Sect’s, Ye Tianchen noticed Jiang An was missing and couldn’t help but frown, a wry smile creeping onto his lips.

"Apart from the representative of the Sword Control Sect, the representatives of Shaolin, Huashan, Wudang, and Five Poison Sect have not yet arrived. It looks like the grand conference of the Ancient Martial World convened by the Songshan Sect is not going very smoothly," Dongfang Meng whispered.

Ye Tianchen glanced at the eight seats at the venue, four of which were still vacant—the representatives of Shaolin, Wudang, Huashan, and Five Poison Sect had yet to arrive. Additionally, some loose cultivators were gathered together. To Ye Tianchen’s surprise, the representatives of the Sword Control Sect turned out to be the two elder-level experts who were pursuing him.

"Master Fang Zheng of Shaolin has left this world, and being a part of Buddhist Sect, they have always been uninterested in competing for supremacy, so it’s normal for them not to attend. As for the Five Poison Sect, Du Tianqi has profound cultivation and is likely no weaker than Bei Lengshi. It’s natural for a sect with ambition to arrive later to make an entrance. As for the Huashan Sect and Martial Arts Sect, Feng Qingyang of Huashan Sect disappeared many years ago, and One Sword Taoist of Wudang Sect is old and has lost the heart to struggle. Otherwise, Bei Lengshi wouldn’t dare to convene this grand conference of the Ancient Martial World now. He must be certain of his position, having analyzed the situation thoroughly," Qing Chengyue commented.

Boom!

The sound of a bell resonated, and everyone present turned their gaze toward the front. There stood Bei Wei, son of Bei Lengshi, stepping forward and announcing loudly, "Thank you, Taoist friends, for your support and affection towards my Songshan Sect. Thank you all for attending this grand conference of the Ancient Martial World. As we all know, for centuries, the Ancient Martial World has been plagued by incessant conflicts, resulting in much bloodshed. My Songshan Sect has always strived for peace in the Ancient Martial World, finding the sight of such strife and casualties truly heartbreaking. So, without further ado, we at Songshan Sect have thought of the best solution to preserve peace and reduce conflict and bloodshed in the Ancient Martial World. We propose the establishment of an alliance of the Ancient Martial World, electing one individual to preside over it!"(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)