Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1302 - 841: Senior Brother at Taixuan Sect (Part 2)

Chapter 1302: Chapter 841: Senior Brother at Taixuan Sect (Part 2)

Wen Yu is naturally not one of them, although he, like the Taixuan Nine Classics, is an inner disciple of the Taixuan Sect, there is a fundamental gap and chasm between them.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I am naturally not one of the Taixuan Nine Classics!"

Baili An smiled slightly and continued to ask, "Then are you one of the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi?"

Wen Yu and the crowd of disciples behind him were once again stunned, his face gradually showed impatience, "Naturally not! What exactly are you trying to ask?"

He had already introduced himself early on as Wen Yu, and among the Taixuan Nine Classics or the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, there was no one named Wen Yu.

To these Taixuan Sect disciples, Baili An was evidently asking redundantly and speaking nonsense.

Nevertheless, Baili An was very satisfied and nodded.

He stood upright, his expression still humble and courteous, gentle and affable, yet beneath all this, there seemed to be an illusion.

They all felt an inexplicable air of superiority emanating from the young man, as if it was naturally deserved.

The thought that arose in their minds at that moment seemed almost laughable.

Could they actually consider this Second Grade seeker as superior to them?

However, it was not a delusion, nor did Baili An intentionally reveal it.

It was merely the noble blood coursing through his veins and the deep-seated pride in his bones, even if his demeanor remained humble, a touch of arrogance still subtly made itself known to those present.

"Neither the Taixuan Nine Classics nor the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi deserve to have me kneel and address them as senior brother, and you are neither of them, so allow me to presumptuously ask..."

Baili An’s demeanor remained calm and indifferent, his jet-black eyes housed the reflection of Wen Yu as he voiced the ensuing question without a hint of sarcasm.

Though his talent was mediocre, the pride in his blood never permitted him to bow his head.

Because he is the young master of one of the world’s Three Sects, the crown prince of the Central Netherworld dynasty.

Among the younger generation in the world, none held a status more noble than his.

"What are you, that you dare to have me call you senior brother?"

The calm and natural statement left everyone stunned.

It was precisely because of its calmness that it struck wounds.

Only Su Jing’s expression gradually softened, and his gaze finally settled down quietly.

Having fully absorbed Baili An’s words, Wen Yu’s handsome face immediately contorted with rage, disregarding the pain on his face, he sprang up!

The hand, soaked in blood, rested on the sword hilt, the sheathed longsword quivering incessantly, signaling Wen Yu’s suppressed and intense killing intent!

He stared fiercely at Baili An and sneered, "A mere Second Grade seeker dares to speak so presumptuously!

Fine, I shall test you in combat, let our strength speak, if you defeat me, not only will you not need to call me senior brother, but in the days to come, I shall address you as senior brother."

Baili An replied, "Why should I test myself against you, I cannot defeat you."

This candid admission of his own weakness once again stunned Wen Yu.

Then he reacted, hardly having time to show a mocking smile before hearing Baili An’s voice ring out again.

"I cannot defeat you, your talent and cultivation surpass mine, that is your advantage. But the position I stand in is one you will never reach in your lifetime, I stand higher than you, and that is my advantage.

I do not need you to call me senior brother, nor do I wish to have you as my junior brother, and you... do not qualify to be my senior brother."

"You!" Wen Yu’s face was full of anger, his eyes almost ablaze, he cruelly laughed and said, "If I insist on testing you?!"

Baili An stepped back, not out of fear or intimidation, but out of disdain.

He looked at the crowd of disciples behind Wen Yu with a gaze full of distaste, speaking with a tone both disappointed and surprised: "Immortal Sect family?"

The disciples behind Wen Yu showed expressions of shame.

After all, from the very beginning, it was their senior brother who was aggressive.

Bullying the weak is unworthy of a gentleman.

And that young man, though his calm words carried a sharp intention to wound, from beginning to end, he never acted in a manner devoid of decorum.

Although the arrogant words earlier were somewhat unpleasant, they ultimately understood them as a rebellious retort.

Baili An tilted his head slightly and continued, "Although he is not my and Su Jing’s senior, he appointed himself with the title of senior, using this identity to force a fight with me. How very ambitious indeed."

Finally, one of the women couldn’t help but speak up: "Senior treats others gently and politely; we are his junior disciples, and he has never treated us this way. Why don’t you reflect on why you are met with such treatment?"

Baili An’s expression turned cold, his gaze sharp like a blade as it shot towards the girl.

Though his cultivation was lacking, he had experienced life-and-death situations over the days, and his eyes carried a fierceness and murderous intent that naturally intimidated this girl, who was skilled in cultivation but only trained in swordsmanship at the back mountain.

She stepped half a step back, and with slight grievance, said, "Why... why are you glaring at me like that?"

Baili An’s cold gaze didn’t waver as he sneered, "I have always been gentle with others and never glare. Why don’t you reflect on yourself? Why did I glare at you?"

"You!" The female disciple looked embarrassed and angry, unable to miss the sarcasm in this young man’s words, yet unable to retort.

Baili An withdrew his gaze, the deliberately cold demeanor dissipating, and looked calmly at the grinding Wen Yu, frowning as he said:

"Do the inner disciples of the Taixuan Sect only pick on the weak? I can see that you’re actually looking for trouble with Su Jing. Fine, have a fight with him, and let that so-called... hmm, ability of yours speak."

Baili An took a step back, making room.

Although Su Jing couldn’t quite grasp the sharpness of Baili An’s words, he understood accompanied by some confusion.

Because of Baili An’s words, he could vigorously and wholeheartedly give Wen Yu a beating.

After all, this guy had never beaten him before.

But this time was different because he knew, thanks to Baili An’s words, he could pound Wen Yu until he looked like a dead pig without receiving any punishment from his father.

In a rare moment, Su Jing wore a happy smile, standing before Baili An.

His dark eyes were fixed intently on Wen Yu, saying: "Yes, fight with me. Beat me, and I will call you senior."

Since Wen Yu was never his match, Su Jing was quite confident.

Wen Yu’s face immediately stiffened; he knew that with this audacious young man’s interference today, it would be hard to cause trouble for Su Jing.

Any further entanglement would only bring him loss and embarrassment.

Wen Yu gave Baili An a deep look as if wanting to remember him. The look in his eyes indicated he had taken today’s incident to heart.

"Morning practice isn’t over yet; return to your positions and continue practicing swords!"

Wen Yu didn’t look at Su Jing again, leading everyone back to the spirit platform.

"Hey! We haven’t finished our sparring!"

Su Jing was quite disappointed and wanted to chase after him, but Baili An grabbed his arm. He looked at Baili An curiously and asked, "Not going to fight?"

Baili An shook his head with a smile and said, "We still have to go down the mountain to plant cherry tomatoes and enjoy good food."

Su Jing’s eyes lit up, and he immediately cast the matter of Wen Yu to the back of his mind. He repeatedly nodded, holding Baili An’s hand in return, and dashed down the mountain. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Yes, yes, down the mountain, down the mountain."

......

Wen Yu was fuming, and the morning exercise soon ended under his discontented mood.

The pain on his face hadn’t subsided, and the swelling on his nose was indeed unsightly.

He angrily returned to the sect, with many inner disciples casting surprised, inquisitive glances at him.

This only made him angrier.

He thought to himself that he had to find the Sect Master and have a good word on Su Jing, as the Sect Master never liked that daughter of his, so he was strict with him everywhere.

The plum blossoms had withered, and catkins had just sprouted...

For the first time in his life, Su Guanhai was deeply filled with guilt, watching that young girl cry, make a scene, and threaten to hang herself, only to be forcibly whisked away by her father back to Cangwu Palace, without even a farewell with the young man.

He sighed helplessly, squatted down at the main hall entrance like an ordinary person, lifting the hem of his garment, watching as springs, rocks, and clouds intertwined amidst gentle spring rain.

At that moment, gentle footsteps echoed through the corridor outside the great hall.