Chapter - 6

Soaring Sword Sect - Long Chen's Hut Entrance

A group of people were all lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Blood and a few teeth could be seen if one looked at the bottom closely.

"Sky Wolf Fist !!!!"

BOOOOMMMMM !!!!!

"Big Brother Ma !!!!"

All of the people lying on the ground were dumbfounded. Their faces turned pale as they looked at Long Chen. Why is this carrying such a big stone? Why is he trying to throw it on Big Brother Ma?

"Stoooppp !!!!!"

"Brother... Big Brother... Please stop. Killing is against the rules in our sect." one of the servants shouted as he trembled.

"Do you understand why I am doing this?" Long Chen threw away the rock in his hand and asked one person.

"I...We..." The servant shivered.

"Hmm?"

"Please forgive us. We are doing this as ordered."

'Ding. Attention, host.'

Long Chen read the notification and was confused.

"System, you want me to do what?" Long Chen asked.

"Mission: Steal Yi Fu's pendant and give it to Guo Wen in Illustrious Sword Gate. Details inline."

"Reward: Heaven Grade Fist Battle Skills."

"System's honest comment: Yi Fu's pendant has a cultivation technique that can only be triggered by Feng Yun. The host's job is to make sure that Guo Wen gets the pendant."

"System, who are these people? Why should I do this?"

"Host, do you think people randomly get good things out of nowhere. This system ensures that the right items go to the right person. Please read the details inline."

Long Chen thought of the details screen, and a new screen showed up in front of him.

"Hint: Ma Rong"

"System, do you have any misunderstanding about the word "details'?"

He turned around and asked: "Who is Ma Rong?"

All the servants pointed at the person who had now fainted.

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Soaring Sword Sect - Disciple Pavilion

A pavilion was on the eastern side of the 'Soaring Sword Sect'. It was located right at an arena entrance where a colossal sword was placed. Any disciple who has entered Dao can become a disciple of the sect shedding the mortal skin and entering the path of sword cultivation.

Long Chen slowly walked towards the pavilion with Ma Rong beside him. His original plan was to leave this sect and return to Blue Cloud City, but he didn't choose to join the sect because of the system's mission.

Several servants were moving around the arena, and when they noticed Ma Rong's arrival, they immediately started bowing.

Long Chen asked Ma Rong: "Why are they bowing so much to you?"

"Big Brother, I have been here for a long time. So I have built up quite a bit of reputation." Ma Rong replied in a meek voice. His arrogance has long since been beaten out of his body by Long Chen.

"So, tell me the procedure to enter the sect."

"Big Brother, it's simple. There are two ways, either you take up a mission and complete it, or you need to fight an existing disciple and persist."

"Ok."

Ma Rong hesitated a little but said in a low voice: "Big Brother, the person at register is a well-known fiend. His name is Song Lim, and his sister is a concubine of an elder. If you pay a few..."

"How much?"

"100 spirit stones."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Big Brother, I would pay the amount if he asked. Else he will give you a very tough mission. So many handyman disciples have lost their lives or even had to leave the sect if they offend him."

"Hmm." Long Chen would have paid the money if he had any.

He slowly walked towards the hall, where a thin person was munching on snacks. When he saw these two people, his tone turned sour, and he did not conceal the disdain in his eyes. Finally, with a mocking tone, he said, "What are you two doing here?"

"Join the sect. I have already entered Dao." Long Chen replied.

The thin man had seen this several times over the years. He didn't say anything and asked: "Mission or Fight?"

"Fight."

"Oh? There aren't any people available right now. You can come back later."

"Ok. Mission then."

"There aren't any missions available right now."

Long Chen frowned. He asked coldly: "Is the sect aware of this? Are you purposefully blocking me here?"

Ma Rong immediately pulled Long Chen's sleeves and said: "Big Brother, he is asking for ... you know.."

The thin man sneered: "I know you want to enter my Soaring Cloud Sect. Did you think it was that easy? I have seen so many people wasting disciples' time. So, kid, you need to learn to have patience."

"Alright, we will come later." Long Chen turned around to leave.

"Stop. Do you think my time is something you can waste this easily?" The thin man looked at Long Chen. Today these handyman disciples were given some resources. Didn't this fool know when to come here?

Long Chen narrowed his eyes. Then, he thought to himself, 'What's wrong with these people?'

In that case...

Long Chen didn't speak, but his hand reached out, holding down the thin man's neck. He grabbed the thin man and slammed him on the ground.

'BANG !!!!'

His feet stepped on that thin face and calmly said: "Motherfucker, are you putting on airs in front of me?"

When the other servants saw this, they were immediately alarmed and ran towards the disciple area.

"Halt!" A young man suddenly roared, and with a few strides, he blocked Long Chen.

Suddenly grabbing Long Chen's collar, he mocked, "Just a handyman ant, you dare to act high and mighty...."

"Enough of your nonsense. Are you a disciple here?" Long Chen interrupted him.

"Senior Brother Lu. He wants to..." Ma Rong started to say.

"Shut up." The young man kicked Ma Rong, who flew a little distance away and vomited blood.

"Hmph. A servant dares to call me Senior Brother. Don't you know you have to call me Master?" The young man's hand moved towards Long Chen's neck in a grabbing motion. Then, with a sinister expression, he shouted: "I have every right to execute a disciple per sect rules."

The crowd sighed in their heart. They all knew the relationship between the young man and the thin man. This is not the first time such a thing happened.

The young man raised his hand to slap Long Chen in the face.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Long Chen simply held on to the young man's hand and slapped his face ruthlessly. He didn't stop and started pounding again and again.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

The young man let out a pitiful cry; everyone watching was dumbstruck.

The thin man lying on the ground with a foot on his face was so scared that his face lost colour. There were even some stains on his pants.

Only now did the crowd look at the young man. His entire face was distorted; his broken teeth had flown everywhere and some blood.

With a shaking voice, he cried out: "Stop, please. I beg you."

Long Chen walked over and grabbed the young man by the collar. Then, with a calm voice, he said: "Don't you cultivators have something called a brain?"

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Soaring Sword Sect - Martial Field

The martial field of the Soaring Sword Sect was very spacious. Currently, several young people in martial gowns are practising various techniques. Some of them practised fist techniques, but most were swinging their swords.

They were the disciples of the Soaring Sword Sect, and everyone had entered Dao. All of them were dedicated to practising under the guidance of a few elders. The whole atmosphere looked very flourishing.

Long Chen nodded his head and said to himself. 'There are around 20 people here in total. So, this is a sect?'

Suddenly, Long Chen noticed a young girl focused on the sword technique. Every time she slashed her sword, raindrops started to form around her, which then fell on the target creating various marks on the stone.

The young lady seemed to be only 15 years old and pretty. This was the same girl who had flown over at the river previously.

The sword she was holding was covered by weak purple light. She performed some kind of movement with her legs, and the raindrop like sword light surrounded her and followed her as she danced. Long Chen felt the dance was very graceful.

She stopped her practice and gazed at Long Chen.

"I need to understand what these special effects are." Long Chen thought.

"Kid, so you are the new disciple?" A middle-aged man looked at Long Chen and asked calmly.

Seeing that Long Chen is confused, the girl came forward and said: "This is the Sect Master of our Soaring Sword Sect."

"Hello, Sect Master. Indeed I just joined."

"Kid, you are really something. It's been a long time since someone joined from the outer ranks. From now on, you are my disciple. Fu'er, take him under your wing."

Long Chen thought, 'Is this guy not aware of what's happening outside?'

The young girl, Yi Fu, stared at Long Chen and said: "If you can defeat him, then you can follow me."

Long Chen didn't respond. 'Just a sect with 20 people, why are they so full of themselves?'

Now, all the young men and women stopped practising and stared at Long Chen. They pointed at him, whispered among themselves, and mocked him.

At a distant place, a young man sitting cross-legged slowly stood up and walked towards Long Chen. He had a black sword in his hand, and a cloth was wrapped around it.

"I've moved unhindered for a lifetime, without cares or concerns; I have no desires nor ambitions." Then, finally, the young man started to speak.

"My Dao is clear. You are useless if you live and die as a mortal." The young man then slowly unwrapped the sword.

Pointing his sword at Long Chen, he spoke straightforwardly: "This is my sword or, in a way, my companion. It has no hatred or grudge with you. It is doing its duty."

Long Chen silently looked at this young man. Finally, he sighed and asked: "Are you ok?"

"Once I swing my sword, the only path is death. So many have died under my hand; you are not the first, nor are you the last."

"What's wrong with you?" Long Chen's eyes rolled.

"There is no wrong or right in my Dao. What I say comes from my heart." The young shook his head and said: "If I say I am right, then I am right. If I say I am wrong, then I am wrong. This is because my Dao is in the heart."

The whole crowd felt strong confidence in the young man's words.

"I am getting confused. Am I a disciple or not?" Long Chen asked, his voice a little tired.

"You are not a disciple yet till you fight me." A cold smile floated onto the young man's face. Then, speaking with a flat voice, he continued: "Even though you are a mortal who just stepped into Dao, you need to endure my sword."

His voice then got louder: "My sword cares not for your identity. If you live, then you are a disciple. If not, then your Dao ends here."

Long Chen looked at this young man and asked: "Aren't you tired of talking so much?"

The young man was silent. Instead, he continued pointing his sword.

BBOOOOOMMMMMMM !!!!