The day of the sect competition is approaching, and Yang Mu has packed his belongings, preparing to set out with the rest of the group.
The disciples who will participate in the sect competition have already been decided through matches within the sect. Shi Dixuan, however, managed to bypass these matches and didn’t take part.
This has earned Shi Dixuan many envious and jealous looks from others.
As they say, it’s nice to lean against a big tree for shade, and everyone wants to be that person under the shade.
Shi Dixuan pays no attention to the looks from behind. In the final days, he is fully dedicated to practicing in his room, aiming for first place.
For this sect competition, Yushi An remained with the Yuan Sect and didn’t go with the main group.
This means that Yang Mu has to both participate in the competition and manage the Yuan Sect’s team. He’s feeling quite overwhelmed, and he’s reluctant to participate in the sect competition, let alone manage a team at the same time.
“Is everything packed and ready?” At the moment of departure, Yang Mu asks the people behind him.
“Yes, Elder Yang, we’re ready,” the disciples replied loudly, with only Shi Dixuan standing there, expressionless and silent.
Li Yuer has been called back by the Yuling Sect. She initially wanted to accompany Shi Dixuan to the sect competition but had to leave with reluctance. When leaving, she cast a wistful look at Shi Dixuan, which he completely ignored.
Yang Mu sighs while watching this, thinking, ‘Sister, you should just be the one supporting him from behind. Your looks and everything are entirely wasted on a man who doesn’t appreciate them.’
With everything prepared, Yang Mu leads them, and they prepare to depart.
In any case, many elders are present, and those who can fly with their swords do so, while those whose cultivation is temporarily insufficient are accompanied by their own masters.
Shi Dixuan falls into the category of those whose cultivation is not yet sufficient, but he stands there as if nothing is wrong, showing no intention of seeking out Yang Mu.
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Yang Mu is aware that Shi Dixuan’s current cultivation is definitely at or above the Foundation Establishment stage. After all, for beastmen, as long as their spiritual awareness awakens, their cultivation directly reaches the Foundation Establishment stage. However, Shi Dixuan is currently hiding his true strength and not revealing his full cultivation.
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Shi Dixuan, however, doesn’t like Yang Mu holding onto his arm. He twists his arm, trying to free it from Yang Mu’s grasp. Just as Yang Mu is about to start flying with the sword, Shi Dixuan’s sudden movement nearly causes him to fall off the sword.
Yang Mu glares at Shi Dixuan and says with a hint of anger, “Don’t move. If you fall off because of your antics, you can forget about participating in the sect competition.”
Yang Mu’s frustration is somewhat justified since falling during sword flight, while not fatal, can still result in injuries. Shi Dixuan, being a resilient beastman, is quite different from a delicate human like Yang Mu.
Under Yang Mu’s stern gaze, Shi Dixuan lowers his head and quiets down, allowing Yang Mu to hold his arm.
Yang Mu turns his head away and mutters to himself, “Troublesome.”
As Yang Mu turns away, Shi Dixuan lifts his head and gazes at Yang Mu’s departing figure for a long moment.
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The meeting point for this sect competition is set within the Yuling Sect.
By the time Yang Mu hurriedly arrived with a group of people, many disciples from various sects had already gathered in the Yuling Sect.
Most of these disciples had cultivations at or above the Foundation establishment stage, and even those with slightly lower cultivations were at the 7th stage of the Qi Refinement stage.
Looking at it this way, the disciples of the Yuan Sect had the most inconsistent levels of cultivation. There were very few Foundation Establishment disciples among them, and the lowest cultivation was only at the 5th stage of the Qi Refinement stage.
These were the best disciples the Yuan Sect had to offer.
Suddenly, Yang Mu understood why the Yuan Sect had never been invited to previous sect competitions. With their current cultivations and skills, they would have a tough time competing with the disciples from other sects.
As soon as the Yuan Sect arrived at the square of the Yuling Sect, Li Yuer spotted them. However, due to the large crowd, although she saw Shi Dixuan, her face showed a hint of surprise, but she didn’t move in their direction.
Yang Mu led his group of disciples to find a spot to sit down and patiently waited for the arrival of the other sects.
“Heh, when did the threshold for the sect competition become so low that even these dogs can participate?”
Not long after Yang Mu sat down, a sharp and mocking voice came from nearby. Yang Mu looked over and saw a man dressed in sky-blue clothing that resembled sect attire. He was sitting there, fanning himself with a folding fan, wearing a disdainful expression in their direction.
The weather wasn’t even hot, so why was he flaunting a folding fan like this? Yang Mu couldn’t help but give the man an exasperated look and chose to ignore him.
But just because Yang Mu didn’t want to engage with this low-level individual, it didn’t mean his disciples behind him would let it slide. Among the group, Li Yue, who had received a scolding from Yang Mu the last time, stood up with anger and questioned, “Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to call us dogs!?”
The man in the sky-blue attire, seeing a sect with such weak disciples daring to confront him, immediately chuckled mockingly. “Am I not speaking the truth? People with your level of cultivation have the audacity to participate in the sect competition? You’re simply asking for trouble.”
Ignoring the man’s condescending attitude, Yang Mu couldn’t help but feel that he was speaking the truth. Apart from himself and Shi Dixuan, there were indeed very few Yuan Sect disciples with higher levels of cultivation.
Li Yue was about to retort but was silenced by a faint look from Yang Mu.
Why argue? What’s the point of arguing? Just babbling with words alone won’t achieve anything.
After the man in the sky-blue attire had mocked the Yuan Sect, and since no one else from the Yuan Sect stood up to confront him, he began to feel a bit bored. He touched the storage ring on his hand, and soon, a beast appeared before him.
The creature was an eagle with a control collar around its neck, the typical state for beasts captured by humans. This eagle, which should have had a fierce and wild nature, looked utterly listless. Eagles are known for their freedom in the sky and an air of dominance, but this one had completely lost that presence. Its head was slightly tilted to the side, its eyes half-closed, as if it were about to doze off.
The man in the sky-blue attire placed the eagle in his hand and began to slowly stroke its head. The eagle seemed to be afraid of the man; when he touched its head, it lowered its head slightly.
Yang Mu observed closely and noticed that the eagle was trembling slightly.
Apparently sensing the eagle’s fear, a hint of malice flashed in the man’s eyes. While he had been gently stroking the eagle, his hand suddenly moved toward its wing. In an instant, the eagle shuddered violently, and Yang Mu saw that the man’s hand now held a feather from the eagle.
Yang Mu: “…”
The eagle had been so afraid of this man that it had become like this. Torturing the eagle in public like this meant that this man likely treated it even worse in private.
Yang Mu instinctively looked towards Shi Dixuan and saw him clenching his fists tightly, head lowered, with veins popping on the back of his hand.
He was suppressing his anger.
Abusing a beastman in front of Shi Dixuan was simply courting death.
Silently, Yang Mu mentally lit a figurative candle for the man in the sky-blue attire.
But seeing the fury burning in Shi Dixuan, Yang Mu was also concerned that he might impulsively rush in to rescue the eagle. Even the most extraordinary Shi Dixuan couldn’t possibly take on a group of people in this situation.
He cleared his throat, hoping Shi Dixuan would manage his emotions.
Upon hearing Yang Mu’s cough, Shi Dixuan turned to look, and in his pitch-black eyes, it seemed that a blazing fire was consuming him, with a scorching intensity that threatened to engulf Yang Mu.
Yang Mu was startled by Shi Dixuan’s bloodthirsty gaze. He stiffly turned away; it wasn’t him who was mistreating the beast, so why was he being subjected to such an intense glare?
He didn’t dare to look back into Shi Dixuans eyes, but he let out a faint sigh in his mind. If Shi Dixuan provoked him into anger, Yang Mu certainly wouldn’t give his best in the sect competition.
Awww, I feel bad for the eagle beastman. I hope Yang Mu can somehow salvage this situation, either protecting the beastman, or takin care of Shi Dixuan’s mental state.
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