This morning, our Sect Leader Zhao arranged to take a stroll around the camp with that Mr.

Qiao from the Medical Saint Martial Sect, enjoying the surrounding scenery.

Several young disciples of the Heaven's Edge Sect glanced at each other and truthfully reported the movements of their Sect Leader, Zhao Zhicheng. "See, I told you it was a massive mistake to welcome those people into the camp yesterday! Sure enough, he has ulterior motives!" The leader sneered, then turned to the assembled sect masters behind him. "Heh, does he really think we're all just disciples of his Heaven's Edge Sect?" "Exactly.

Recommending him as our Alliance Leader was already giving him face, but this behavior shows he has no respect for us whatsoever!" "Zhao Zhicheng looks down on our Tiger Fist Sect too much.

If this is how he acts, even if our Tiger Fist Sect is a minor faction, we refuse to accept him as our Alliance Leader!" Behind the speaker, several sect masters showed clear displeasure.

They were deeply dissatisfied with Zhao Zhicheng's actions, especially upon hearing he had invited someone from the Medical Saint Martial Sect; they voiced their discontent without reservation. "Enough talk here.

We might as well go take a look and see how Zhao Zhicheng intends to handle this matter!" "Good!" "Let's go, let's go see!" ...

The man who spoke first had cold, sharp eyes and was quite pleased with the attitude of the sect masters behind him.

He turned, a smile instantly replacing his harsh expression, and addressed the young Heaven's Edge Sect disciples. "Lead the way.

We will accompany you now to see what conflict Sect Steward Zhao is having with those people from the Medical Saint Martial Sect that requires swords and blades." "Thank you, Martial Uncle Leader.

Thank you, Martial Uncle Leader!" The Heaven's Edge Sect disciples had no idea what the sect masters had been discussing, but upon hearing they agreed to accompany them to prevent the fight, they let out a huge sigh of relief and quickly led the way. "Isn't that Sect Leader Ling Tianyun of the Spirit Snake Gate?" Suddenly, a voice called out from behind them.

The gathered sect masters, who were preparing to return to camp, all turned their heads, clearly surprised by this sudden appearance.

The speaker was Sect Leader Zhao Zhicheng of the Heaven's Edge Sect, who had just returned from his walk with Mr.

Qiao.

He had spotted the group of sect masters from a distance and naturally saw his junior disciples speaking with them, prompting him to call out and stop them.

The Sect Leader Ling being addressed was Ling Tianyun, the head of the Spirit Snake Gate, who had been speaking with the Heaven's Edge disciples just moments before.

Behind Zhao Zhicheng stood several senior elders of the Heaven's Edge Sect, along with Qiao Yihong, who had arrived at the camp yesterday with Zhang Yang. "Sect Leader Ling is here.

Sect Leader Du of the Tiger Fist Gate is also here, and Sect Leader Hao..." He called out the names of several more sect leaders in succession.

Zhao Zhicheng strode forward, his brow heavily furrowed.

These sect masters were the backbone of his camp, yet their expressions suggested something significant had occurred while he was away.

As he spoke, Zhao Zhicheng's gaze fell upon the Heaven's Edge disciples, a clear visual query about what had transpired.

Seeing their own Sect Leader appear, the young disciples lit up with relief.

They immediately rushed forward, stood before Zhao Zhicheng, bowed deeply, and offered their salutes. "Heh heh, Sect Leader Zhao, what a coincidence.

We were just talking about you, and here you are," Ling Tianyun of the Spirit Snake Gate immediately stepped forward, chuckling.

His gaze then settled thoughtfully on Qiao Yihong standing behind Zhao Zhicheng. "What happened?" Zhao Zhicheng frowned, waving a dismissive hand, paying no mind to Ling Tianyun.

He pressed his own disciples. "What is going on?" "Sect Leader, hurry back! Eldest Martial Uncle has started fighting with someone from the Medical Saint Martial Sect!" A Heaven's Edge disciple replied hastily. "What? Who did my Steward Zhao start fighting with?" "You said who he was fighting?" Hearing the disciple's words, Zhao Zhicheng paused, then quickly inquired.

Qiao Yihong, upon hearing the name Medical Saint Martial Sect, instantly felt a knot tighten in his chest and stepped forward to ask urgently. "It's...

it's the new arrival from the Medical Saint Martial Sect yesterday." The questioned Heaven's Edge disciple's eyes darted between Zhao Zhicheng and Qiao Yihong before he quietly gave his answer. "Brother Qiao, this is very likely a misunderstanding!" Confirming that his senior disciple, Zhao Zhibing, had clashed with someone from the Medical Saint Martial Sect, Zhao Zhicheng let out a heavy sigh.

He quickly turned to Qiao Yihong to explain. "My senior disciple, Zhao Zhibing, is devoted to the art of tea and is usually a very composed person.

He would never casually resort to violence without a significant reason, especially not against someone from your esteemed sect, Brother Qiao.

I am certain there must be some misunderstanding!" As Zhao Zhicheng finished speaking, a sliver of resentment surfaced in his heart.

He and Qiao Yihong were getting along famously; he was nearly eighty percent certain of convincing Qiao Yihong to leave the Medical Saint Martial Sect and join the Heaven's Edge Sect.

If a conflict were to erupt between the Heaven's Edge Sect and the Medical Saint Martial Sect right now, it would certainly derail his plan to recruit Qiao Yihong. "Heh, perhaps as Sect Leader Zhao suggests, it is merely a small misunderstanding.

We should go take a look; everything will be clear then," Qiao Yihong had initially felt a pang of anxiety when he heard someone was fighting the Medical Saint Martial Sect members, but upon reflection, he relaxed.

Zhang Yang was in the camp.

Anyone who dared provoke the Medical Saint Martial Sect would surely meet a terrible end.

Therefore, Qiao Yihong felt no worry at all.

Qiao Yihong's expression, however, was interpreted differently by Zhao Zhicheng.

Zhao Zhicheng's initial tension morphed into secret delight.

The fact that Qiao Yihong showed no concern when told of the fight with the Medical Saint Martial Sect members clearly indicated that, just as he had suspected, there was friction between Qiao Yihong and the Medical Saint Martial Sect, explaining his calm demeanor.

If this were true, then Zhao Zhibing fighting the Medical Saint Martial Sect members might actually be a good thing.

When they arrived, if they timed it right—intervening just as Zhao Zhibing was about to teach the Medical Saint Martial Sect members a lesson—it would save face publicly between the Heaven's Edge Sect and the Medical Saint Martial Sect.

More importantly, it would allow Qiao Yihong to witness the strength of the Heaven's Edge Sect and see the true nature of the Medical Saint Martial Sect, a faction with no future.

At that point, inviting Qiao Yihong to join the Heaven's Edge Sect would feel far more natural.

Zhao Zhicheng thought this through, a faint smile touching his lips.

He looked at Qiao Yihong and nodded slightly. "Then let us all go together to see what happened.

But rest assured, Brother Qiao, if our Heaven's Edge Sect is indeed in the wrong, I will certainly make my imprudent senior disciple offer the Medical Saint Martial Sect a sincere apology!" "Heh heh," Qiao Yihong smiled faintly, shaking his head internally.

He was secretly praying for that senior disciple, hoping he hadn't offended Zhang Yang too severely, because if he had, not even an immortal could save him. "Hmph..." Ling Tianyun and the other sect masters were effectively ignored.

They wore no smiles; Zhao Zhicheng’s deference toward Qiao Yihong, so starkly different from his manner toward them, was hardly comforting.

With their own thoughts churning, they proceeded toward the camp together.

However, their pace was far from hurried, suggesting they were not eager to resolve the brawl happening within the grounds.

Inside the camp, the area belonging to the Heaven's Edge Sect was surrounded by disciples from all the gathered factions.

Even in a city, a fight draws a crowd, let alone in a gathering place for cultivators.

Moreover, one of the combatants was Zhao Zhibing, the senior disciple of the Heaven's Edge Sect, while the other was a young and beautiful girl.

This only added to the excitement among the camp disciples.

Some disciples even started placing secret bets, wagering whether Zhao Zhibing would win or the female disciple from the unknown Medical Saint Martial Sect would prevail.

However, the majority placed their bets on Zhao Zhibing.

As the senior disciple of the Heaven's Edge Sect, his Internal Force had already reached the mid-stage of the second level, granting him some renown in the camp, whereas the newcomer, Mi Xue, appeared significantly weaker.

Even though Mi Xue currently held the upper hand in the exchange, the surrounding disciples generally believed that Zhao Zhibing was merely holding back because she was a girl, and that he would ultimately win once time dragged on.

The disciples gathered purely for spectacle had no understanding of the bitter struggle raging within Zhao Zhibing's heart as he fought Mi Xue.

The initial confidence Zhao Zhibing possessed was long gone.

With every exchange against Mi Xue, his shock only deepened.

It wasn't a matter of holding back for her beauty; Zhao Zhibing was genuinely unable to find any opening for a counterattack and was thus being suppressed by Mi Xue! While both were at the mid-stage of the second level of Internal Force, the disparity in their cultivated Internal Force methods and the grade of their respective weapons caused the gap to widen with every passing moment of combat.

It was clear that if this continued, Zhao Zhibing would inevitably be defeated within a few more rounds.

His exterior remained flawless, but inside, Zhao Zhibing's mind was a tempest.

Mi Xue, conversely, was growing more fluid and skilled; her whip became increasingly unpredictable, and to her, Zhao Zhibing was proving to be the perfect sparring partner.

Crack! Mi Xue lashed out with her whip again, striking the edge of Zhao Zhibing’s Emei Sword.

The impact caused the sword to vibrate violently, nearly forcing Zhao Zhibing to drop it.

He managed to retreat just in time, breaking free from the entanglement with Mi Xue and saving his long sword from being disarmed.

It was clear that the outcome between Mi Xue and Zhao Zhibing had virtually been decided.

(To be continued.

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