PFC Chapter 269 This is no small fry
Chapter 269 This is no small fry
The humiliation of being publicly rejected by Jiang Churan had not yet subsided.
At this moment, he heard the name that had made him look foolish being praised to the skies, and compared to the woman he had been longing for but could not have.
Wu Shaotian's smile finally crumbled.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the resentment in his heart.
He casually grabbed a disciple who was arguing heatedly nearby: "Junior brother, what are you two discussing? Why are you making such a fuss?"
The disciple turned around and, seeing it was the young sect leader, quickly bowed: "Greetings, young sect leader! We...we were looking at Junior Brother Li Wudao's records..."
"Records?" Wu Shaotian frowned slightly.
The disciple pointed to the middle section of the stone tablet: "Look, it's number four hundred and ninety-eight!"
Wu Shaotian's gaze followed that direction.
498th: Li Wudao, 16 years old, peak of the Blood Transformation Realm, 15th floor, 125 breaths.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
"this......"
Wu Shaotian stared at the line of text, his pupils first contracting suddenly, then slowly dilating.
The color drained from his face at a visible speed, replaced by a sickly pallor.
The sounds of the surrounding disciples' discussions and arguments suddenly became distant and indistinct.
Only that line of glaring handwriting remained, constantly assaulting his pupils.
"Peak of the Blood Transformation Realm...fifteenth level...one hundred and twenty-five breaths...how is this possible?!"
Wu Shaotian repeated in a low voice, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth.
His fist, hidden in his sleeve, had already clenched tightly without him even realizing it.
His eyes were filled with extreme resentment!
He had already thoroughly investigated Li Wudao's background: he was just an ordinary scion of a prominent family.
He had mediocre talent from a young age and had not even broken through to the Blood Realm before the age of sixteen.
Even if I later got lucky and was found to have a low-grade Earth-level talent during the talent test, so what?
He, Wu Shaotian, possesses a top-grade Earth-level talent!
He also possesses an innate demonic body!
In terms of talent and aptitude, he boasted that he could easily surpass Li Wudao.
However, his ranking on the Xuan Tian Ranking is only 1,800.
But Li Wudao was ranked way ahead of him on the list, how could he be convinced?
"A lowly bastard from a peasant background... what right does he have?"
A surge of overwhelming jealousy and resentment welled up in Wu Shaotian's heart, and the flames of jealousy almost burned him through.
Suddenly, a thought came to him like a bucket of cold water, instantly bringing him to his senses.
and many more.
Didn't Li Wudao go to the Great Yu Dynasty?
Although Cheng Yuanliang is incompetent, he should be able to handle a kid who has just broken through to the Martial King realm, right?
Judging by the time, Li Wudao should already be dead by now.
What use is a person with great talent if he is dead?
Wu Shaotian glanced at his disciples who were still arguing fiercely, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
"Discussing the talents and future of a dead man...isn't that ridiculous?"
He calmed down completely.
With his hands behind his back, he stood on the periphery of the crowd, like a detached spectator, coldly observing this "farce".
"Go ahead and argue, make a scene..."
Wu Shaotian's lips curled into a cold smile. "Enjoy these last moments of peace to the fullest."
In just a few days, even the Xuantian Sect will be destroyed.
At that time, these so-called fellow disciples will all become fish on a chopping board, at his mercy.
It became nourishment for him to cultivate demonic arts!
...........
Above a vast sea of clouds.
A flying boat broke through layers of clouds and mist, like a silver streak of light piercing the sky.
At the foreground of the deck, Li Wudao stood by the railing, his robes fluttering in the strong wind.
Suddenly, he sneezed out of the blue.
"Ah!"
Rubbing his nose, Li Wudao muttered, "Strange...who's talking about me behind my back?"
"Could it be that Murong girl from the Imperial Treasure Pavilion?"
The green-haired turtle wobbled over, a lewd look on its face: "Tsk tsk, that little wench's gaze towards you is a bit strange..."
"Bullshit."
Li Wudao glared at it irritably.
He barely exchanged a few words with that Miss Murong; that damned bastard really knows how to spout nonsense, he just opens his mouth and spouts whatever comes to mind.
Green-haired Turtle rolled his eyes, annoyed: "That must be someone you tricked, who's cursing your ancestors for eighteen generations right now."
"piss off."
Li Wudao kicked it, and said seriously, "I've always been kind to people, haven't I?"
"You, trying to be kind to others?"
The green-haired turtle looked him up and down, then laughed in anger, "Pah!"
It has crickets in its heart.
Back then, when you slaughtered hundreds of people from your entire family, you didn't even blink an eye, not even sparing the children. How ruthless were you?
Now you're pretending to be an innocent, naive young man. Do you even believe what you're saying?
........
The flying boat pierced through the clouds, and the mountains and rivers below gradually came into view.
In the distance, hundreds of majestic mountain peaks pierce the sky like giant swords reaching for the heavens.
Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, the magnificent palaces and pavilions appear and disappear.
At the mountain gate, a rainbow bridge spans thousands of feet, shimmering with light and color. Cranes carrying lingzhi mushrooms occasionally fly across it, creating an atmosphere of celestial beauty.
We've arrived at Xuantian Sect.
Li Wudao stood at the bow of the boat, the strong wind blowing against his face, making his robes flutter loudly.
He squinted at the approaching mountain gate, a lazy smile curving his lips.
Half an hour later, at the mountain gate square.
A rich spiritual energy wafted over me, several times purer than that of the outside world, flowing into my limbs and bones through my pores, making me feel completely comfortable.
Li Wudao stepped off the flying boat, took a deep breath, and said, "Finally... I'm back."
He strode towards the mountain gate.
Disciples such as Shen Ming, Zhou Bai, and Gan Ning followed closely behind.
Li Nanzhi looked around curiously, her eyes full of novelty and anticipation.
The green-haired turtle, looking sickly, walked at the very back and yawned: "Damn it, we're finally here... I'm so bored."
The group stepped through the mountain gate and headed straight for the Inner Affairs Hall to prepare for the handover of their mission.
The Imperial Household Hall was filled with the scent of pine.
The hall was bustling with people coming and going, and the noise of disciples handing over tasks and exchanging contribution points was incessant.
Behind the counter, Elder Sun was leaning back in his recliner, dozing off with his eyes half-closed.
Hearing footsteps, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and said lazily, "For ordinary tasks, go to other counters."
"Elder Sun."
A clear voice rang in my ears.
Elder Sun sighed and said in a formulaic manner: "Name, task number, brief report."
"Li Wudao, Mission No. 7, Class A: Eradicate the remaining demonic forces surrounding the Great Yu Dynasty."
The boy's voice was calm.
"Oh, Li Wudao... um?"
Elder Sun suddenly opened his eyes and sprang up from the rocking chair.
His eyes widened as he looked the boy up and down, a look of astonishment on his face: "It's you, kid?!"
He remembered.
A few months ago, this newcomer named Li Wudao, with his peak Blood Transformation Realm cultivation, broke through the fifteenth floor of the Illusion Demon Tower, which frightened him so much that he lost his composure on the spot.
Later, I heard that this kid became a disciple of Chief Xia of Misty Peak and was even sent by the sect leader to Dayu to carry out a demon-slaying mission.
"It really is you..."
Elder Sun clicked his tongue, stepped out from behind the counter, and inquired, "I heard you went to the Great Yu to hunt down the demons? How did it go?"
As he spoke, he sized up Li Wudao and his group.
When he noticed Zhou Bai's missing arms and the several people who were more or less injured, he made a judgment in his mind.
"The mission failed?"
Elder Sun shook his head and sighed, trying to console himself: "Failure is normal. I heard that the group of demons that have been roaming around recently is quite powerful; several small sects in the surrounding area have been wiped out..."
"You are still young and have good talent, so the sect will not punish you severely."
He patted Li Wudao on the shoulder and said in a kind tone, "At most, you'll have three months' salary deducted and a few days of solitary confinement. Don't worry, just try again next time."
Li Wudao: "..."
Behind them, Shen Ming, Zhou Bai, and the others had strange expressions, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.
Shen Ming coughed lightly and placed a blood-stained coarse cloth bundle on the counter: "Elder Sun, would you like to... take a look first?"
Elder Sun glanced at the bundle, understood, and curled his lip: "What's this? A demon's head? Killing a small fry won't do..."
Immediately, some disciples became unhappy and muttered, "This is no small fry."
"That's right, I'm just afraid Elder Sun might be too frightened to look at him later."