CHAPTER 282: THE INCOMING STORM

Inside a small courtyard far from the grand hall, a group of powerhouse enjoyed the tranquility of the night.

"Quite the sharp tongue," an old woman chuckled.

"Hehe. The kid doesn’t know when to stop," an old man added, glancing at Broken Blade.

"Old Blade, why are you supporting them? I don’t see anything special about them." His voice carried obvious disdain.

Others nodded, agreeing with him. At their level, such flowery words were insignificant to them.

The Dust Valley Sect had not even been created when they were already dominating the continent. What gave him the courage to spout such nonsense?

Broken Blade looked at his few old colleagues and shook his head. As a rogue cultivator, he understood the difficulty ordinary people and weak sects faced compared to the ancient powers.

To attain his current strength, only he alone knew how difficult it was.

He had faced many life-and-death battles that he could not count. Many times, he thought he would not survive, but by stroke of luck, he did.

He survived.

Previously this group would not have bat an eye at him nor allow him to sit with them.

But with his continuous growth that could not be stopped, they had no choice but to accept the reality.

He knew deep down that some of them still despised him in their hearts, but he never cared.

And now, a small nameless sect from a barren region was breaking all their pride with any shred of care. He shattered their high pedestal, crushing their so-called fame and power. How could he not be happy?

Although he only agreed to support the Dust Valley Sect because of the benefits he gained from them, he had now been won over.

With such confidence and courage, he knew the young man was different from any kid he had ever heard of or known.

Perhaps this sect might bring about a profound change on the continent.

Looking at the disdainful expressions on the faces of the various ancestors from their sect and clan, he chuckled and spoke.

"I expected as much, but I agree with the kid. What a useless pill master if you cannot stand your ground. It’s truly pathetic."

Hmm?

All the powerhouses were stunned. They never expected the calm and collected Broken Blade to utter such words.

"Humph! Just because you favor the kid doesn’t mean you should support him." The Wu ancestor shook his head. "His words might hold some truth, but calling such a prestigious master pathetic has gone too far."

Broken Blade sneered at his hypocrisy. They could look down on others, but they did not want others looking down on them.

Truly pathetic.

"I’m not here to debate with anyone. No one should touch the boy and his sect. You don’t want me and Ghost Palm to work together to vanish your clans or sects, right?"

The blatant threat in his voice stunned everyone. This was unlike the Broken Blade they knew.

All the ancestor powerhouses exchanged subtle glances. They all understood Broken Blade was taking the matter seriously.

Realizing the atmosphere was not right, the Yun ancestor chuckled and spoke.

"Why do you all look so serious? This is between the young ones. Let them handle the situation among themselves." His words diffused the tension a bit.

"We have something very important to discuss. Let’s talk about the Evil Sect. They’ve been too quiet. I have a feeling this is not a good sign."

With the conversation shifting to more pressing matters, everyone temporarily ignored the Dust Valley Sect.

....

Back inside the grand hall, Mo Jian faced the overwhelming pressure from the Silent Pill Sect Master without a change in his expression.

The Silent Pill Sect Master and the sect elder were truly furious. The blatant disrespect was just too much.

Today, they must teach this rascal a lesson for life.

The grand hall descended into thick tension. Everyone was holding their breath.

Would the banquet turn into a brutal battle?

"What do you mean, do I dare?" Mo Jian asked, shaking his head, his voice dripping with disdain. "The Silver Wei sect master called everyone beneath him ants. I don’t think I see you or anyone throwing tantrums like children."

"You must think my Dust Valley Sect is easy to bully, right?" He rose to his feet. "Don’t provoke me... I tend to lose my rationality."

Huh!

Everyone in the hall could not believe their eyes. Mo Jian’s courage and the madness flashing through his eyes made everyone think twice.

"Just because we love to have intellectual conversations doesn’t mean we are easy to bully. Ask the Liu clan; they know what happens if they provoke me."

Hiss!

Everyone turned and looked at the ancient Liu clan and saw the ugly expressions on their faces. However, no one among them dared refute him.

They had tried to find an antidote for that deadly poison but could not. Just thinking about sitting helpless with any strength to fight sent a cold shiver down their spines.

Looking at their unsightly expressions, everyone knew Mo Jian was not making things up.

"This..."

The Silent Pill Sect Master was also stunned. She had heard about the terrifying poison but did not think much of it. She believed it to be a one-time pill found in some inheritance ground, but now she realized she was mistaken.

"What? Are you scared?" Mo Jian scoffed. "We are the Dust Valley Sect. We might not have the biggest fists, but we surely have the largest arsenal."

"So, I dare anyone to act arrogantly before us."

Hiss!

Various sharp gasps echoed inside the now-quiet hall. The arrogance, courage, and confidence were so intimidating that many forgot to breathe.

The Yun clan master did not expect things to turn out this way. He merely wanted to test the waters, but everything had blown out of proportion.

"Young Master..."

Before he could speak, Mo Jian interrupted him.

"Don’t give us that false smile. You started everything, and I hope you enjoy the show. Your vanity must be satisfied." Mo Jian scoffed and took his seat.

The Yun clan master’s smile froze. He never expected to be berated in such an open gathering. The Silent Pill Sect Master also looked at him and snorted, returning to her seat.

Although she was still boiling with rage, she knew now was the moment to teach the rascal a lesson.

Many couldn’t help but grin when they saw the ugly expression on the Yun clan master’s face.

Indeed, he was the architect of everything.

Just as Mo Jian took his seat, he felt his Spirit Link vibrating continuously. Curious, he pulled it out and saw a bold, blaring emergency notification. He raised his brow, and when he read the content, his expression turned ugly.

"Father, everyone, let go." He commanded.

Hmm?

The Dust Valley Sect Master and everyone was stunned. However, they knew something momentous must have happened.

Without hesitating, they rose to their feet, leaving everyone stunned.

What happened?

Are they leaving already?

Everyone inside the grand hall was stunned. They could not wrap their heads around why they would leave.

Mo Jian did not care about the various gazes and looked at the Qiu clan master.

"Patriarch Qiu, I advise you to return immediately."

With that, he and the others left with long, determined strides.