Chapter 248: Eloquent and Obsequious Su Yuanju

Chapter 248: Chapter 248: Eloquent and Obsequious Su Yuanju

Although Hu Wenlai had used a Talisman technique on the stage, it was still permitted by the rules.

After all, for a cultivator, whether it was their own Cultivation, or Elixirs, Talismans, and Arrays, it was all a part of their Combat Power.

Besides, Hu Wenlai hadn’t used the Talisman for a sneak attack, but merely to augment his Sword Technique.

Although the rules allowed it, using such a method in the disciple assessment competition was still looked down upon.

On the viewing platform, Yan Ying’s face was ashen with anger.

This disciple was indeed challenging Ye Xiaohan, but the true meaning behind it was a slap in her, Yan Ying’s, face.

She glanced toward the Celestial Dao Palace’s Saint Heir, Su Yuanju, who was not far away. Su Yuanju gave Yan Ying a smug and arrogant cupped-fist salute, then gave her a thumbs-down.

On the stage, Ye Xiaohan was bent over with a hand on his knee, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth with the other.

"See? A barbarian will always be a barbarian. It’s a waste for you to even practice the Spiritual Awareness Sword. Get lost. From today on, you can stay in the Gui Gate forever!"

Hearing this, Ye Xiaohan could no longer suppress the rage that had been building up inside him and was about to let it explode.

"Fuck you and your ’barbarian’!"

With a furious roar, he got to his feet, brandished his Long Sword, and charged toward Hu Wenlai.

Extreme anger could indeed unlock a person’s potential, but in a moment of impulse, one also tended to lose all reason.

Although the Sword Techniques he brandished were fiercer than before, in Hu Wenlai’s eyes, they were riddled with openings.

"What? You’ve already lost, and you still can’t accept it?"

"Your whole family are barbarians!"

Ye Xiaohan charged forward recklessly, his Sword no longer held back by the etiquette of stopping after a point was scored in a disciple match.

Facing such an assault, Hu Wenlai dodged and weaved with ease.

The next moment, after his Long Sword caught and trapped Ye Xiaohan’s own, he blasted a palm strike into Ye Xiaohan’s chest.

Ye Xiaohan was sent flying backward. If not for the stage’s railing stopping him, he would have been thrown right off.

He spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Are you fucking done with the rules? You lose and now you try to kill me?" Hu Wenlai rushed forward, pretending to be furious, and kicked Ye Xiaohan’s body over and over.

"Barbarian! An ill-mannered barbarian! Fuck!"

"Did you fucking think you could be so arrogant and ignore the rules just because you have a backer in the Celestial Dao Palace?"

While Hu Wenlai berated him on the stage, many people below were also cursing Ye Xiaohan.

"He really is a barbarian. Such a sore loser!"

"Exactly. Look at him, he’s been in our Celestial Dao Palace for over three years. How many friends does he have? People like him are just naturally arrogant."

"Senior Brother Yan must have been blind to bring someone like that into our Celestial Dao Palace."

"He doesn’t even follow the rules on the stage. It’s lucky that this Hu Wenlai is strong, or else that last Sword strike of his might have killed him."

"..."

At this moment, Hu Wenlai was stepping on Ye Xiaohan’s neck, pinning him to the ground so he couldn’t get up.

Listening to the mockery, he felt both resentful and ashamed.

"Quick, get a Steward Elder! This kid’s gone crazy! He already lost, but now he’s desperately trying to kill me!" Hu Wenlai shouted to the spectating disciples below the stage.

But at that very moment, the cry of a fox rang out. On Ye Xiaohan’s face, twisted with shame and anger, his eyes instantly turned blood-red.

His entire aura underwent a massive transformation.

A low growl rumbled from his throat, like the murmur of an ancient beast.

BOOM! A sudden force erupted from his body, sending Hu Wenlai, who had been stepping on his neck, flying.

Ye Xiaohan stood up. As a light flickered between his brows, a strange, fine needle emerged and grew as it met the air.

Finally, it transformed into a silver Fangtian Halberd.

Ye Xiaohan grabbed the Fangtian Halberd and roared, "You who call me a barbarian, come and face me!"

He slammed the butt of the Fangtian Halberd heavily onto the stage.

"BOOM!"

A ripple of True Qi spread out rapidly, sending the disciples competing on the dozen or so nearest stages flying.

Seeing this, more than a dozen Stewards and Mentors flew toward the stage.

Below, many of the spectating disciples, especially those who had just been relentlessly mocking Ye Xiaohan, were stunned silent.

They could never have imagined that the Ye Xiaohan who had seemed too weak to stand up to a gust of wind could suddenly become so powerful.

Yan Ying had been watching the entire time and was now also stunned by the aura emanating from Ye Xiaohan.

’Where did that Fangtian Halberd come from? Why have I never seen Ye Xiaohan use it before?’

"Young Master, hurry and help him! Otherwise, the Steward Elders will definitely arrest him," Xiaoya urged worriedly from the side.

Hearing Xiaoya’s words, Yan Ying snapped back to her senses, stood up, and flew toward the stage.

By now, the Steward Elders had surrounded Ye Xiaohan.

"Ye Xiaohan, put down your weapon and await the Sect’s punishment," one of the Steward Elders sternly rebuked.

"I’ve done nothing wrong!" Ye Xiaohan roared.

His voice was drastically different from before. Ye Xiaohan’s original voice had just finished changing and still carried a hint of youthful shrillness, but this voice was resonant and powerful.

"Are you actually planning to attack us?" the Steward Elder demanded angrily.

"I’ve done nothing wrong!"

"Seize him!" With a wave of his hand, the Steward Elder ordered the others to move in and apprehend him.

"Wait!" Yan Ying’s voice rang out from behind them, and then she landed on the stage.

"He has indeed done nothing wrong!" Yan Ying stated.

"Yan Ying, although you are the Palace Master’s Direct Disciple, you have no right to interfere in a matter like this!" that same Steward Elder said to Yan Ying.

"I indeed have no right to interfere, but I am well aware of the rights and wrongs of this situation. A match between disciples is of little consequence. If Ye Xiaohan lost, it would only be because his skills were inferior. However, that Hu Wenlai verbally humiliated him several times. Many disciples present heard it, did they not?"

"That is no excuse for his viciousness! What’s more, he concealed his true Cultivation level. I suspect he hid his Cultivation to join our Celestial Dao Palace with an ulterior motive."

"Is Elder Dai suggesting that I, too, have an ulterior motive toward the Celestial Dao Palace?" Yan Ying countered, her face cold as she stared at the Steward Elder.

"You are you, and he is he. How can the two be lumped together?"

"But the entire Celestial Dao Palace knows that he, Ye Xiaohan, was recommended by me, Yan Ying, to join our Sect. If he has a problem, doesn’t that mean I have a problem as well?" Yan Ying said.

"Senior Brother Yan, aren’t you being a bit unreasonable now?" Su Yuanju’s voice chimed in at an inopportune moment.

"Saint Heir!" the Steward Elders said in unison, cupping their fists toward Su Yuanju.

Su Yuanju returned the salute, then his gaze shifted between Ye Xiaohan and Yan Ying. He asked, "Senior Brother Yan, did you know he was hiding his true Cultivation?"

Yan Ying shook her head.

"Since you didn’t even know his true Cultivation, how can you be sure he isn’t a spy from the Eastern Domain? Otherwise, why would he hide his Cultivation for three years, with no one in the entire Celestial Dao Palace ever finding out? How do you explain that?"

Su Yuanju, the Saint Heir of the Celestial Dao Palace, was indeed quick-witted, turning the tables with just a few words.

He had orchestrated the entire affair against Ye Xiaohan today. His initial goal was simply to have Ye Xiaohan demoted from the C Gate to the Gui Gate as a way to slap Yan Ying in the face.

He just hadn’t expected this sudden twist. But, being quick-witted, he immediately thought of an even more effective way to humiliate her.

And yet, at this very moment, Ye Xiaohan simply stood there, leaning on his Fangtian Halberd. His eyes were still blood-red, but he seemed completely devoid of emotion, remaining utterly silent.