Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 452 - 449 Gentleman Sect

Chapter 452: Chapter 449 Gentleman Sect

Even Leng Wusheng, who had the lowest cultivation among them, possessed high talent, especially in the art of the sword. Known for his swift blade, his abilities merited him a top-notch expert among the Inner Sect Disciples, despite only having the cultivation of a Third Grade Martial Venerate.

The Inner Sect Four Demons, not one of them was a mediocre person.

Indeed, it was for this reason there were only four of them. It was not only due to their style of conduct but more importantly, they did not carelessly accept others.

"My way of doing things is different from yours, and even if I were to join you, I’m afraid there wouldn’t be any change," Ye Xuan considered his words carefully and felt it necessary to make this clear. The Inner Sect Four Demons were rumored to be bloodthirsty and murderous, but he was not one to kill needlessly, that was a matter of principle and it was unlikely to change.

"Those who associate with vermilion will turn red, and those who associate with ink will turn black. I refuse to believe that cultivating all day long in the Spirit Frost Pavilion, you won’t be influenced by us." Fei Yue was not worried about that at all. The four of them radiated a heavy, killing aura, and over time, the entire Pavilion was enveloped in it, which could influence a person’s spirit and mind.

Hearing this, Ye Xuan did not take it too seriously. He was not someone who was easily influenced. Others might not be so immune, but he had the soul power of the Heavenly Realm and was not affected by the murderous intent.

After saying this, Fei Yue turned around and left the plaza with Leng Wusheng.

Ye Xuan still needed to go to the Deacon Hall to complete some procedures for becoming an elite disciple of the Inner Sect. He did not immediately follow them, but since he had decided to cultivate in the Spirit Frost Pavilion, he would likely spend a lot of time with the Inner Sect Four Demons in the future.

Inner Sect Plaza.

Near the plaza was a canteen for Inner Sect Disciples, providing free meals that were not just ordinary, mundane food.

Many dishes were cooked with Demon Beast blood and meat while the vegetables were Spirit Grass and Spiritual Medicine. Although not of high grade, consuming them three times a day over an extended period could enhance one’s cultivation.

Now settled in the Spirit Frost Pavilion, Ye Xuan embarked on a period of arduous cultivation. Although he had become an elite Inner Sect Disciple, his strength ranked at the bottom among them. If he did not advance to the Martial Venerate Realm soon, he would struggle to find his footing within the Xuantian Sect.

After a while, he realized that the Xuantian Sect did not intervene in disputes between disciples, forming cliques, or even encouraged such behaviors. This was considered healthy competition among disciples, which was beneficial.

To adapt to this environment quickly, Ye Xuan put extra effort into cultivating his abilities.

After a morning of cultivation, Ye Xuan went to the Inner Sect canteen at noon for his meal.

The Xuantian Sect was quite generous to the Inner Sect Disciples because the food in the canteen was free and plentiful. Of course, as Inner Sect Disciples, they still had to contribute to the Sect, with a certain number of Merit Points deducted each month.

After serving himself a meal, Ye Xuan found a spot to sit and began eating on his own.

"This braised dreamfish tastes quite good."

Ye Xuan picked up a piece of fish meat and put it in his mouth, where it nearly melted instantly. At the same time, a rich Spiritual Energy flowed down his throat, spreading a warm sensation throughout his body.

The dreamfish was a rare species, and its flesh could almost be considered a Spiritual Meat. Ordinary people consuming it would likely greatly benefit, strengthening bones and extending life. However, for people like them, the effects were not as remarkable.

Just as Ye Xuan was enjoying the taste of his meal, suddenly, three uninvited guests approached his table.

"Kid, quickly scram; you’re taking our spot."

Among the three, a man with a hooked nose spoke up. Seeing Ye Xuan’s cultivation merely at Sixth Grade Martial Sect, his eyes also revealed a hint of contempt as he said flatly.

"Your spot? Is it written here?"

Ye Xuan was unmoved. He didn’t even glance at the three men; he just continued to savor the sleeping fish.

"You sure talk too much, kid. When I say scram, you scram. Why the endless chatter? I think you’re asking for a beating."

Another man with a bulky build immediately became impatient. He reached out with his hairy hand, preparing to flip over Ye Xuan’s plate, yet before he could touch it, his wrist was suddenly held down, immobilized.

"Kid, you’re courting death!"

The bulky man flew into a rage as his other hand suddenly charged up True Yuan and slammed towards Ye Xuan’s face. The force of the blow caused Ye Xuan’s hair to flutter wildly; if Ye Xuan had been just an ordinary Sixth Grade Martial Sect, this palm strike, even if not fatal, would have caused a concussion and reduced him to an idiot.

"Scram!"

Ye Xuan let out a cold shout, and as his voice rang out, his grasp on the bulky man’s wrist tightened violently. The mighty True Qi circulated, and under such immense pressure, the other’s wrist visibly twisted and deformed.

Ah!

With a scream, the bulky man’s wrist was "crack" snapped by Ye Xuan, who then quickly delivered a palm strike to his chest, blasting him away.

"Damn it, absolutely lawless!"

The remaining two men with hooked noses were taken aback, and they too bellowed in a deep voice, almost simultaneously joining forces to attack Ye Xuan.

"Can’t someone eat in peace?"

Ye Xuan frowned, his foot tapped the stool, which spun due to the force, and in the next moment, Ye Xuan’s palms struck out together, sending out two dragon-shaped Palm Forces.

Bang!

The fierce collision sent the two men with hooked noses flying back with broken bones, screaming as they rolled on the ground.

The surrounding Inner Sect Disciples had already avoided the area, but the looks they gave the three men were somewhat schadenfreude. These three, relying on their status as peripheral members of the Gentleman Sect, were usually arrogant. Nobody dared to provoke them, but today they hit a snag and it served them right.

"What’s going on? Who dares to cause trouble in the Inner Sect’s dining hall?"

At this moment, someone suddenly appeared. The man held a folding fan and was dressed more elaborately than the average Inner Sect Disciple, having somewhat a refined gentleman’s aire.

"Brother Huang, this kid attacked us for no reason, he’s completely unreasonable. We beg you to stand up for us," said the three men with hooked noses, immediately delighted at the sight of this young man in yellow holding a folding fan. This person was none other than one of their Gentleman Sect’s elite masters, Huang Tianyi.