Something's Wrong

"This broken martial arts hall doesn't even have a name. As expected, it must be trash."

Jing Wu Chen muttered to himself as he sized up the martial arts hall while walking.

Suddenly, he halted in his tracks.

His gaze fell upon the single character on the signboard - "Wu".

"Wu?"

He frowned, feeling like the signboard was hiding something, but after observing it for a while, he did not discover anything unusual.

Unable to hold back, he scoffed and casually waved his hand, sending out a Qi attack that shot towards the "Wu" character on the signboard.

After withdrawing his palm, he did not take another look and directly strode into the martial arts hall, because for a broken signboard like that, under his capabilities, there was no other outcome - only smashing to pieces.

However, unknown to him, not only did his Qi attack fail to damage the signboard of Wu, it did not even leave a single mark.

After entering the front hall, Jing Wu Chen directly smashed his palm down, intending to destroy this front hall first before anything else.

But when his palm containing strong primordial Qi struck out, it did not cause the slightest disturbance. On the contrary, the eighteen scrolls hanging on both sides of the walls suddenly emitted dazzling rays of light.

Then, without any delay, blades, spears, swords, halberds... eighteen types of weapons suddenly took shape above his head, carrying destructive auras as they enveloped him.

Jing Wu Chen's already sickly complexion drastically changed. Under that oppressive might, his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

He understood that he had encountered a deadly crisis.

No longer harboring his previous frivolous attitude and not daring to be the slightest bit careless, he took out the Earth-Shattering Stone that the Xuanwu Patriarch had gifted him almost immediately.

When the Earth-Shattering Stone appeared, it instantly emitted eye-catching radiance.

But in merely an instant, under the oppressive might of the eighteen weapons, it dimmed and lost all its luster.

"What?!"

Jing Wu Chen was greatly alarmed. Having lost all means of defense, he could only watch helplessly as the eighteen weapons descended upon his head, getting closer and closer.

In the blink of an eye, the materialized eighteen weapons criss-crossed past each other. Jing Wu Chen did not even have time to scream before he was reduced to flying ash and smoke, leaving only the Earth-Shattering Stone that fell to the floor with a "crack".

"What was that sound?"

Yi Feng, who was just about to fall asleep, was jolted awake by the noise and sat up abruptly.

Then, he headed to the front hall with Zhong Qing and discovered that other than a rock much bigger than floor tiles, the hall was completely empty.

"Damn it!"

"Which unrefined bastard threw a rock at my room?!" Yi Feng curses out loudly. Walking over for a closer look, he found that the floor had sunken in where the rock landed, distressing him greatly. He went out to check but did not find any trace of the culprit.

"Inconsiderate jerk, I curse you to have a son with no balls."

Unable to find the perpetrator, Yi Feng could only vent his frustration through curses. After he was done complaining, he instructed Zhong Qing: "Disciple, help me toss this crappy rock out."

"Yes, Master."

Zhong Qing struggled to carry the heavy rock outside. After taking just two steps, he seemed to recall something and said: "Master, I think this rock is just the right size to fill the steps at the entrance. Why don't I carry it there instead?"

Hearing Zhong Qing's suggestion, Yi Feng's eyes lit up. You're right about that.

Thinking so, Yi Feng nodded and instructed: "Alright, just leaving it at the entrance is fine. This inconsiderate bastard's reckless act has unintentionally worked out for us in the end."

But this incident left a thorn in Yi Feng's side.

He had always been easygoing and didn't have any grudges with others. Why would someone throw such a huge rock at his martial arts hall?

He just couldn't figure it out.

Since Zhong Qing had fully recovered, Yi Feng spent the next few days teaching him new fist techniques, and did not go out much.

Xuanwu Sect.

Yao Ling'er respectfully stood before Ning Xuanwu in the great hall.

"Master, Senior Brother Jing Wu Chen has been gone for so many days without any news. Something seems off!" Yao Ling'er could not help but say.

Hearing this, Ning Xuanwu's brows also furrowed slightly.

Logically, after so many days, regardless of circumstances Jing Wu Chen should have sent some kind of message back. But there was no word from him at all, which was rather abnormal indeed.

"Wu Xin, go down the mountain to find Jing Wu Chen. Meet up with him, then come back and report to me."

The Xuanwu Patriarch looked towards the cloaked man beside him and instructed in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master."

Jing WuXin respectfully nodded, then his cloak fluttered and he vanished from the great hall...