How could such a person exist?

Right in front of him, this person struck his junior martial brother, yet claimed to be educating him on his behalf?

Zhao Zhibing had come here specifically to help his junior brother reclaim face from the people of the Medical Saint Sect, but this entire scene was tantamount to being slapped hard across the face by the opponent himself!

Mi Xue’s slap, coupled with what she said immediately afterward, was no less severe than her personally slapping Zhao Zhibing, then delivering a follow-up kick, and expecting to simply dust her hands off and walk away as if nothing had happened!

How could this possibly be tolerated?

How could he possibly endure this!

“Nonsense!”

With a roar, Zhao Zhibing drew the long sword he always carried and swung it toward Mi Xue without hesitation!

Seeing the senior disciple of the Yitian Sect draw his sword, the surrounding younger disciples watching on had their eyes shining brightly. Even those with lower cultivation levels knew that Zhao Zhibing was truly enraged this time; otherwise, he wouldn't have drawn his sword against someone, let alone a young, beautiful girl like Mi Xue.

Some were even clapping their hands and screaming, as if the scene wasn't chaotic enough. Of course, these were disciples from other sects. They had long been displeased that the Yitian Sect Master, Zhao Zhicheng, allowed these unknown individuals into the camp. Seeing a conflict erupt between the two sides, they naturally wished for more chaos.

The Kunlun Mountains had yielded a ten-thousand-year marvel, and the benefits these small sects could gain were inherently limited. Every new faction that joined meant a smaller share of the future profits for them. Therefore, regardless of how strong Zhang Yang and his group were, they brought no sense of joy to these onlookers.

However, some disciples of the Yitian Sect showed worry. The current situation was completely beyond their capacity to manage. Several junior disciples, fearing they might get implicated, quietly slipped out of the surrounding crowd and ran toward the edge of the camp.

They knew their Sect Master and elders were taking a walk just outside the camp, so they were certain they could find them if they hurried out.

Meanwhile, Zhao Zhibing and Mi Xue were already locked in combat.

Facing the unannounced sword strike from Zhao Zhibing, Mi Xue sidestepped easily. Zhao Zhibing was at the mid-stage of the second layer of Inner Strength, and Mi Xue was at the same level. They were perfectly matched. Moreover, Mi Xue had been meticulously tracking Zhao Zhibing's every move; his sword strike, fueled by rage, was guaranteed not to gain any advantage.

Seeing Zhao Zhibing draw his sword, Zhang Yang smiled faintly, completely assured about Mi Xue. He knew Zhao Zhibing couldn't harm her. Even if it came to the absolute worst-case scenario, if Zhao Zhibing posed any threat to Mi Xue, Zhang Yang could intervene instantly and vaporize him.

He might as well leave this opportunity to Mi Xue. Since Zhao Zhibing and Mi Xue were evenly matched, he was the perfect subject for Mi Xue’s trial—handing him over for her to practice against was more than appropriate.

With that thought, Zhang Yang kept one hand behind his back, opened his palm, and made a gentle grasping motion. A whip suddenly flew out from Qu Meilan’s suitcase inside the tent, landing steadily in his palm.

The Medical Saint Zhang Family today was vastly different from the past. They could be described as overflowing with wealth, and this wealth wasn't just in elixirs and medicines, but also in numerous top-tier divine weapons.

This whip was something Zhang Yang had casually prepared for Qu Meilan before they left—a divine weapon they had seized from the Huyan family. Although it was nowhere near the caliber of the Cold Spring Sword, it was very handy for a woman.

Now, this whip had found its perfect use.

“Catch.”

Zhang Yang tossed it, throwing the whip toward Mi Xue. Mi Xue caught it effortlessly.

“Mi Xue, weren't you curious how far your cultivation has reached? This free punching bag just delivered himself. Why don't you use him to spar a bit!”

Zhang Yang said to Mi Xue with a smile, stopping Qu Meilan, Yan Yefei, and Li Juan, who were all about to step in to help her.

Understanding Zhang Yang’s intention, the three decided to forgo helping Mi Xue. Upon hearing Zhang Yang’s words, Mi Xue immediately flashed a brilliant smile and gave him a sweet affirmation.

“Arrogant fool!”

Zhang Yang’s words further provoked Zhao Zhibing. At this point, Zhao Zhibing was absolutely incandescent with rage. In all his years of cultivation, he had never been treated with such blatant disdain.

“Take my sword!”

Zhao Zhibing raised his long sword high, leaped into the air, executed a flourish with the blade, and then dove down toward Mi Xue.

Having secured the whip, Mi Xue no longer feared the long sword in Zhao Zhibing’s hand. With a stern expression, she flicked her wrist. The long whip shot out like a viper flicking its tongue, meeting Zhao Zhibing's sword in a clash!

Clack, clack, clack!

The whip and the sword collided repeatedly in the air as Mi Xue and Zhao Zhibing’s figures continuously crisscrossed. After a series of complex maneuvers, they separated, concluding the first round of their exchange.

In this single round, neither gained an advantage. Instead, Zhao Zhibing’s face was flushed crimson—it was unclear if this was from anger or from suffering subtle losses during the exchange with Mi Xue.

Zhao Zhibing gasped for air, taking advantage of the brief pause to assess the beautiful girl opposite him. A tremendous storm was brewing in his heart. This first round made him realize with even greater certainty that this girl possessed a strength equal to his own, at least mid-stage second layer of Inner Strength!

This discovery only astonished him further!

He was already in his prime, the senior disciple of the Yitian Sect, yet his cultivation stood only at the mid-stage second layer of Inner Strength. How could this woman opposite him possess the same level of power? He was utterly shocked!

Furthermore, he wielded the Emei Sword, famous within the Yitian Sect, a blade sharp enough to shave hair—at least a treasured weapon. Yet, in battling her, he had gained no upper hand. This implied another thing: the whip Mi Xue held must be superior to his Emei Sword.

The Huyan family was indeed an ancient, colossal lineage with profound reserves, far beyond what the declining minor sects like Emei and Yitian could compare to. Although this whip was just an ordinary item from the Huyan family’s treasures, it was still something the Emei Sword could not match. This whip was likely two or three tiers higher than the Emei Sword. The fact that the Emei Sword hadn't shattered under the whip’s strikes was already remarkable enough.

Fighting against Zhao Zhibing, Mi Xue appeared quite relaxed.

The cultivation method she practiced was vastly superior to Zhao Zhibing’s, and now, the weapon in her hand was also several tiers higher than his long sword. Naturally, engaging Zhao Zhibing required little effort from her.

The surrounding younger disciples watched as Zhao Zhibing, engaged with such a young girl, seemed to be gaining the lower hand. Sobs and sighs rose continuously. Those disciples from other sects who hoped for chaos showed absolutely no deference to Zhao Zhibing’s reputation.

Zhao Zhibing forced himself to calm down. Knowing the opponent’s strength matched his own, and her weapon was no weaker, he absolutely could not afford to lose his temper and his reason!

Engaging Mi Xue again, Zhao Zhibing was much more cautious, abandoning the reckless charge from the beginning.

He absolutely could not afford to lose now; otherwise, the Yitian Sect would find it even harder to hold its head up in this camp from now on.

Outside the camp, several Yitian Sect disciples, fearful of getting into trouble, ran out but failed to find the Yitian Sect Master and elders, causing them anxiety.

At that moment, another group approached.

These were the sect masters from the minor sects who had accompanied Zhao Zhicheng to meet Zhang Yang at the camp entrance the day before. It seemed the Yitian Sect Master, Zhao Zhicheng, had invited Qiao Yihong out that morning without including them.

“Aren’t these disciples from the Yitian Sect? Why aren't you staying in the camp for morning practice, running out here instead?”

When one of the sect masters spotted the frightened Yitian disciples, he immediately asked.

“Greetings, Martial Uncles.”

The junior disciples of the Yitian Sect breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing these individuals. Since they couldn't find their Sect Master, encountering these people was the next best thing. After greeting them, they rushed to recount the entire scene unfolding back in the camp.

After finishing their story, the disciples looked at the assembled sect masters with eager eyes, hoping they would quickly go and persuade their Senior Martial Brother and the others not to escalate the situation.

“Zhao Zhibing, the senior disciple of Zhao Zhicheng of the Yitian Sect? You’re saying he argued with those newcomers from the Medical Saint Sect yesterday, and it turned into a fight involving swords?”

“Heh, judging by how anxious they are, it must be true.”

“What is this called? Isn't this Zhao Zhicheng shooting himself in the foot?”

The sect masters exchanged glances and whispered amongst themselves, their eyes revealing schadenfreude. Although they were discussing it, none of them made a move to intervene or prevent Zhao Zhibing from fighting Zhang Yang and his group.

“Uncles, please hurry up! If you delay any longer, someone might die! Our Senior Martial Brother is furious now, what if he accidentally injures those people!”

Seeing that the sect masters showed no intention of moving, one of the Yitian disciples panicked and urged them again.

“Don’t fret; rushing won’t help anything.”

One sect master stepped forward, looking at the disciple who couldn’t help but urge them again, and asked curiously, “We need to understand exactly what happened before we can step in. But speaking of which, with such a major incident occurring, where has your Yitian Sect Master, Zhao Zhicheng, disappeared to?” (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to cast recommendation votes and monthly tickets at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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