Guan Ren'ai looked at the deep-in-thought Bai Yujing and said, “Young Master, the Shengxue Cult is nothing to fear. If you find them an eyesore, I can wipe them all out for you.”
Hm?
Zhuang Xun looked up. Seeing the dead-serious expression in Guan Ren'ai's eyes, he couldn't tell for a moment if the elder truly possessed that kind of power or if he was just incredibly confident.
While the Shengxue Cult didn't have any Zenith experts, they did have several First Rank martial artists. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to survive on Mount Dazhou.
On the other hand, the four presiding elders of the Wanxing Martial Academy were all recorded as being only at the First Rank.
Uncle, is it really okay for us to be this arrogant?
He hesitated for a moment, first politely expressing his gratitude to Guan Ren'ai, and then asking if any other intelligence had been extracted from Protector Song.
Guan Ren'ai said, “I apologize, Young Master. My incompetence is to blame. In the end, I only managed to dissect him and analyze the Chiyang Technique; I failed to extract any intelligence.”
“But please rest assured, Young Master. Now that we have the Chiyang Technique, my subordinates can infiltrate the Shengxue Cult. In as little as half a year, or a year at most, we will locate all of their strongholds.”
“Thank you for your hard work, Elder Guan.”
Zhuang Xun pondered. Martial artists who cultivated the Formless Method were indeed excellent spy material.
Because one could not cultivate multiple martial arts simultaneously, most factions analyzed a person's martial physique to determine if they were one of their own.
The Formless Method, however, could mimic the martial physiques of other martial arts, and it wasn't nearly as difficult to cultivate as the Formless Phaseless Sublime Method. Its only drawback compared to the latter was its slower mimicry speed, which prevented real-time switching of martial physiques during combat.
But that was a minor issue; infiltrating other factions didn't require switching martial physiques in the middle of a battle.
The only real downside was that the Formless martial physique also had to reach great accomplishment to mimic high-tier martial arts. The cost of nurturing a spy capable of infiltrating the other three major factions was simply too exorbitant.
“It is my honor to serve the Young Master.”
Guan Ren'ai said, “The Master asked me to inform you that from now on, you will be in charge of the academy's Law Enforcement Hall.”
Among the Five Halls of the Wanxing Martial Academy, the Law Enforcement Hall was the most unique. Historically, it had always been run by the academy's disciples, with all of its members being under the age of thirty.
In Zhuang Xun's understanding, the academy's Law Enforcement Hall was essentially equivalent to the student council from his previous life.
Zhuang Xun readily accepted and asked Guan Ren'ai to thank the Principal on his behalf. Afterward, he had Xu Jianxing—the follower he had taken in yesterday after seeing his decent martial arts skills—handle the various matters regarding the transfer of ownership of the Law Enforcement Hall.
As time passed, the news of Bai Yujing's attack caused a massive uproar throughout the academy.
Countless disciples were filled with righteous indignation, spontaneously forming groups to head to the surrounding counties and wipe out Shengxue Cult members.
The academy was highly supportive of this, offering a massive amount of Contribution as rewards to encourage the disciples' actions.
Slaying a regular Shengxue Cult member was rewarded with ten points of Contribution; slaying an elite member was rewarded with a hundred points; slaying a Shengxue Cult blood emissary was rewarded with a thousand points; slaying a protector of the cult was rewarded with ten thousand points; and anyone who could slay the Shengxue Cult's Blood Son would receive a single promise from the Chief Disciple of the Wanxing Martial Academy, Bai Yujing.
For a time, the disciples' enthusiasm soared to even greater heights. Whether it was to avenge their Chief Disciple or for the rewards, they went on a killing spree with immense vigor.
Even those outside the Wanxing Martial Academy joined this frenzy to eradicate the Shengxue Cult.
...
“Senior Brother Yan, you've already done well enough. Don't blame yourself so much. Besides, the academy's rule forbidding Ninth Rank disciples from joining the hunt against the Shengxue Cult is meant to protect us.”
Posuo Courtyard, Yueling Water Pavilion.
Facing the consolation of Xu Ziyi and Chen Qing'er, Zhuang Xun clenched his fists and said in a deep voice:
“Senior Sister Xu, Senior Sister Chen, rest assured. I understand. I only hate that my own strength is lacking, and I cannot share Senior Brother Bai's burdens.”
Xu Ziyi and Chen Qing'er exchanged a glance and let out a collective sigh.
They could understand Yan Pingsheng's feelings.
After all, when they heard that Senior Brother Bai had been attacked, they had also been incredibly anxious, wishing they could slaughter every last member of the Shengxue Cult to ease his worries—let alone Yan Pingsheng, who was from the same hometown as Bai Yujing.
I can't go to the front lines to kill enemies for Senior Brother Bai, I'm so sad, hehehehahaha.
Cough, cough. In truth, the rule stating that Ninth Rank disciples could not participate in the hunt against the Shengxue Cult was set by Zhuang Xun himself.
His original intention was very simple—to protect the tender sprouts of the Wanxing Martial Academy! (Solemn and righteous)
It definitely wasn't because Yan Pingsheng's martial arts was only at the Ninth Rank.
Yan Pingsheng: “Waaah, may Lord Bai live on in our hearts forever!” (Crying, jumping up, and waving)
Debt-Lending Bladesman: “Waaah, may Lord Bai live on in our hearts forever!” (Crying, jumping up, and waving)
Yi Wangyou: “Waaah, may Lord Bai live on in our hearts forever!” (Crying, jumping up, and waving)
Other clones: “Waaah, may Lord Bai live on in our hearts forever!” (Crying, jumping up, and waving)
Bai Yujing: “Where tree leaves dance, one shall find flames...” (Turning his back to the world, leaving behind only a silhouette radiating the brilliant light of humanity)
...
“To receive a promise from Senior Brother Bai...”
Elsewhere in the Posuo Courtyard, Wen Qinyin recalled the announcement she had seen outside the Administrative Hall. Thinking that she had found tonight's material, she walked back to her courtyard in high spirits.
At the same time, in the Chen Manor of Zechuan City, someone else was also focusing entirely on the fact that slaying the Blood Son would earn them a promise from Bai Yujing.
“Brother, can you beat the Shengxue Cult's Blood Son?”
Chen Jinbao froze, looking at his deadpan sister in utter disbelief. He thought to himself, You want me, a Sixth Rank martial artist, to fight a First Rank Shengxue Cult Blood Son? Sister, are you serious?
“Brother, just do it for me.”
With that, Chen Jinzhu slowly extended her fist, holding it right in front of Chen Jinbao. “Unleash the Chen Fist on the Shengxue Cult.”
...
Formless Courtyard, Elder Yu's manor.
Amidst the crisp rustling of clothes, Yu Wuyong changed into a brocade robe and jade crown identical to the ones Bai Yujing had worn on the day of the apprenticeship ceremony.
He stared quietly at his reflection in the bronze mirror for a moment, then stepped out of his room. Under the astonished gazes of the servants in the Yu Manor's courtyard, he came to a halt in the center.
“Inform all Shengxue Cult members that Bai Yujing is going out.”
Behind a pillar, the passing butler froze. Watching Yu Wuyong stride away, he frantically ran back to find Elder Yu.
“Master! This is bad! The young master's epilepsy is acting up again!”
Elder Yu quickly rushed over and stopped Yu Wuyong just as he was about to step out of the Yu Manor.
“You brat, where do you think you're going?”
Hearing Elder Yu's voice behind him, Yu Wuyong paused. He turned his body slightly, ensuring Elder Yu could only see his back.
“For righteousness!” his voice rang out loud and clear.
Elder Yu frowned. “You brat, what kind of nonsense are you pulling now? Get back inside with me this instant!” Saying so, he reached out to grab Yu Wuyong.
“I'm not going back!”
Yu Wuyong shrugged off Elder Yu's hand, his voice dropping to a deep, solemn tone. “Father, do you not know? Right now is a critical moment of life and death for Senior Brother Bai.”
His expression was so dead-serious that it actually stunned Elder Yu for a moment, keeping him from delivering a swift beating.
Taking advantage of this, Yu Wuyong continued, “I, Wuyong, look so much like Senior Brother Bai. My presence will definitely draw some of the enemy's attention away from him, easing his burden.”
His voice grew increasingly impassioned: “At this moment, it is precisely the time for me, Little Yujing, to sacrifice my life for righteousness!”
“In this life, though I regret not being born as Yujing, I can die for Yujing! I, Wuyong, have no regrets!!”
He turned around, solemnly took 《The Analects of Bai》 from his robes, and handed it to the expressionless Elder Yu. “Father, protect the legacy of our Yu family. Do not let it die out with our generation... Oof!”
Yu Wuyong spun three hundred and sixty-five degrees in midair before face-planting onto the ground, sinking into a deep slumber.
Elder Yu lowered his fist, picked up 《The Analects of Bai》 from the ground, dusted it off, stuffed it back into Yu Wuyong's robes, and dragged him back into the manor.
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