CHAPTER 43: ZHIRAN IS A DEMON?

"Sigh... young man, you are too ruthless. Didn’t you hear my order?"

Elder Hua suddenly appeared out of the shadows, his eyes extremely solemn. He never thought Zhiran would suddenly turn ruthless and cripple Wu Zhen like this.

"Elder, you can’t say that. The match isn’t over yet, and this guy clearly showed murderous intent toward me. I only tried to defend myself, that’s all."

Zhiran didn’t show much reaction at all to the Elder’s appearance. Rather, he pointed out the fact loud and clear without fear.

"Besides, Elder Qui clearly said that only killing is not allowed, and look, I didn’t kill him. So, I don’t think I violated any rules of the match."

Zhiran added again while directly pointing at Qui Ronghai outside the arena, whose face turned black all of a sudden.

However, although he was pointing at Qui Ronghai like this, anyone with a brain could tell what he was really pointing at.

After all, this match was rigged, and the person behind it was none other than Elder Hua. Zhiran was just using his own rule against him, that’s all.

Didn’t you set those rules before the match began? Now, could you say anything now?

Zhiran didn’t know how he had offended this elder, but he wasn’t someone who took bullying in silence.

After all, what Foundation Establishment elder? Hadn’t he already killed one when he was only at the third level of Qi Condensation?

If this elder insisted on opposing him, Zhiran didn’t mind adding another brain to his collection.

"Fuck... damn it. Mo Zhiran, are you crazy? What rules? The Divine Cauldron Sect clearly restricts disciples from crippling other disciples. You bastard has gone mad."

Hearing the shameless words of Zhiran, Wu Zhen finally couldn’t sit still and cursed loudly in anger. Unfortunately, his power was seeping through him continuously and he was already quite weak.

Just by shouting, his wound flared up as he coughed a mouthful of blood.

"Cough... Elder Hua... you have to do justice for me. I suspect this guy is a demon cultivator. Otherwise, how can he be so ruthless?"

Even though his condition was dire, Wu Zhen still looked at Zhiran with hatred while asking for justice from Elder Hua.

How miserable was he? His balls were broken by force, his manhood was over, and now even his cultivation was scrapped like this.

To be honest, Wu Zhen hated his brother Wu Kang the most. He felt that Zhiran was like this all because of that bastard.

He should have just minded his own business and never taunted this demon in the first place.

Now look, where was his so-called brother at this time? That guy clearly ran away in fear as soon as he saw his condition.

But even if he was like this, Wu Zhen didn’t want Mo Zhiran to go scot-free. It was known throughout the sect that one disciple couldn’t kill or cripple another; otherwise, the consequence would be dire.

He wanted Zhiran to experience the same or even more brutal fate than him.

"Sigh... I didn’t think the situation would be like this. It is all my fault."

However, to Wu Zhen’s as well as the crowd’s surprise, Elder Hua didn’t actually do anything to Zhiran at all.

Even Zhiran, who was accused of being a demon, was smiling and looking at Wu Zhen like a fool. For a moment, even Tianyu and Mei Xuan were confused.

"Okay, this match between Wu Zhen vs Mo Zhiran. Mo Zhiran wins."

Suddenly, Elder Hua looked at the crowd and announced the end of the match. Then, he finally looked at Qui Ronghai and ordered domineeringly,

"Proceed with the outer sect competition as discussed. Mo Zhiran didn’t break any rules, and he is allowed to continue to fight."

He said this, shocking everyone.

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

"Why didn’t he punish Mo Zhiran?"

Sure enough, his order to continue the competition riled up the crowd immediately. Nobody thought the outcome of such a brutal match would be like this.

Nobody thought that even after crippling Wu Zhen, Mo Zhiran could go scot-free like this.

For a moment, they thought Elder Hua and Zhiran had some connections. But when they remembered who rigged the match, it didn’t seem to be the case.

Then what was the reason?

"NO... Elder Hua, you cannot do this. Mo Zhiran is a demon. He should be punished. You, as an elder, cannot favor him like this."

Wu Zhen, who heard Elder Hua’s words directly, broke down after hearing his words. He even dared to point at the elder in anger as if he was his greatest enemy.

"Pah..."

Just as he was about to curse the elder in front of the whole crowd in anger, Elder Hua suddenly tapped his forehead, knocking him out on the spot.

After that, he crouched down and placed his hand on Wu Zhen’s dantian, sealing his Qi to stop it from leaking out before he lifted Wu Zhen onto his shoulder.

Only then did he turn around and look at Mo Zhiran with calm eyes,

"Kid, this was my mistake, so I won’t say much. But make sure there is no next time. Otherwise..."

Elder Hua stopped mid-sentence and suddenly disappeared from his place along with Wu Zhen’s unconscious figure. But even though he didn’t finish his sentence, Zhiran knew his meaning.

’Tch... I have no intention of doing that either.’

Zhiran just shrugged at Elder Hua’s warning and slowly climbed down the arena in front of the shocked crowd.

He wasn’t surprised that Elder Hua didn’t do anything to him and allowed the competition to go as it was.

In fact, even if he wanted to, he could do nothing, at least not in the open. Otherwise, the situation would blow up and inevitably reach the Inner Sect’s Disciplinary Committee.

And the last person who wanted that was none other than Elder Hua.

’Tch... tch... it seems the rumor from my previous life was true. This Elder Hua really offended a Core Disciple. Tsk... What a poor guy.’

Zhiran smiled, feeling good at using foresight to deal with such a powerful elder. Now he finally tasted the advantage of being reborn.