in2ebook Chapter 281 Wen Ruohan Appears
Chapter 281 Wen Ruohan Appears
When the appointed time arrived, neither the master of Qishan nor the two young masters showed up. Faced with the ever-filling Nightless City training ground and the endless stream of people from all walks of life arriving at the foot of Qishan, Wen Zhibai, who was working hard to maintain order and accommodate the guests, had no choice but to ask the Supreme Elder to temporarily take over as host.
Meanwhile, he secretly sought out Lan Wenjing and Nie Changfeng, asking them to remember his sect leader's status as an ally and help him hold things off for a while so that his cousin, who was still out having a good time, could have time to come back!
Lan Wenjing, Nie Changfeng, Wei Ying, and the others were not in a hurry to feign compliance with the various schools of thought, nor did they refuse to participate.
In accordance with the traditions of aristocratic families, large-scale events such as banquets and intellectual discussions are held. In order to demonstrate the family's elegance and thorough etiquette, the first day or two are filled with esoteric and empty rhetoric, while the main topics are usually left for later.
This is the consistent banquet style of the Xuanmen (Taoist sects). Apart from the unique and unconventional Qingtan (talking and discussing) event held by the Gusu Lan Clan a few years ago, all other families, large and small, follow this practice.
Therefore, the cultivators who had traveled a long way to Nevernight City, faced with the highly respected Supreme Elder of the Wen Clan sitting at the head of the table, and Lan Wenjing, Nie Changfeng, Lin Yingsu and others sitting at the same table, either remained expressionless or acted evasively with them, no matter how many thoughts they had in their hearts.
There was no other reason than that the group was impeccably polite, and their behavior was entirely in accordance with the old rules of aristocratic families, without a single instance of impoliteness.
Their hearts were burning with a swarm of ants, wishing they could rush up and grab them by the neck to force out the answers they wanted. But on the surface, they were still a group of cultivators who were flattered, smiling and laughing, enjoying themselves immensely: (￣_,￣ )!
The orange-yellow sun hanging in the sky slowly and steadily moved along its predetermined path as the cultivators on the Never-Night Training Ground endured their torment, until it set in the west.
The lingering afterglow, still radiating astonishing heat, mercilessly dyed half of the azure sky into a vivid, blood-red hue. The Supreme Elder, who had finally endured the day, straightened his sleeves embroidered with blazing sun patterns, cleared his throat, and was about to politely offer tea to the assembled cultivators to adjourn and rest.
A faint, whistling sound came from the northeast of Qishan Mountain, approaching from afar at an extremely fast speed.
As soon as the sharp-eyed cultivators on the Nevernight Training Ground noticed the sound of air being torn apart from afar, they immediately looked up and peered into the distance. From the source of the increasingly loud sound, a row of black dots, like arrows shot from a bow, rushed straight into their field of vision!
Before anyone could even process what was coming, the outline of the black dot in their field of vision instantly expanded into several three-dimensional figures—
It was Wen Ruohan, the protagonist who had been absent from the entire discussion, along with his two unjustly fathered sons and several Wen family disciples!
The crowd rose to their feet in an uproar, and an uncontrollable commotion instantly filled the entire training ground. Even the Supreme Elder and others who had been calm and composed throughout the day couldn't help but stand up in surprise, staring in astonishment at Wen Ruohan and his group who were moving at high speed!
Why?
This was because Wen Ruohan and his group, who had returned by sword, were in a truly sorry state. Everyone was injured and bruised, their clothes were tattered, and there were deep wounds of varying sizes where blood and flesh or white bone could be seen through the torn fabric!
The immortal swords that the group stepped on all had varying degrees of damage, with Wen Ruohan's Sky-Supporting Sword being the most severely damaged!
Even Wen Xu and Wen Chao were carried back on their swords by their respective guards while unconscious!
In an instant, the group of Wen clan experts, having recovered from their shock, drew their swords and flew into the sky to meet Wen Ruohan and the others who were flying towards them, attempting to provide them with assistance.
However, they were stopped by Wen Ruohan's weak but fierce shout, which was as powerful as a bull charging into the sky. The Wen family members, who were flying in the air on their swords, froze in place and dared not take another step forward. Then, under Wen Ruohan's piercing gaze, which was as cold as lightning and frost, they neatly parted to the sides, allowing Wen Ruohan and his party to pass smoothly.
This series of actions, though it sounds complicated, was actually completed in just two or three breaths!
The crowd's expressions of astonishment, confusion, secret delight, and curiosity were still on their faces when Wen Ruohan, who had taken the lead, had already sheathed his Sky-Supporting Immortal Sword and stood with his hands behind his back in front of the head seat of the training ground, exuding unparalleled domineering aura and astonishing fighting spirit!
His face was still pale and weak from the severe injuries he had suffered, but the murderous aura mixed with a strong smell of blood emanating from his body and the terrifying, invisible power that seemed to be smiling at everyone as death was about to break out of his body made the group of cultivators from the Spirit Ghost Sect quickly abandon any inappropriate thoughts that had surfaced in their minds. They became even more humble and submissive, bowing their heads and bowing to Wen Ruohan: "Greetings, Sect Master Wen!"
The voices and movements were more synchronized than ever before, as if they were all one person. The earth-shaking shouts made the leaves of the tall trees outside the training ground rustle!
As the echoes lingered, Wen Zhuliu and the others, who had lagged behind, landed in the open space at the front of the training ground, bowing their heads and standing silently.
When Wen Ruohan's hawk-like cold gaze was about to fall on Wen Zhuliu and Wen Min carrying Wen Chao and Wen Xu, he looked away with some disdain.
To avoid further trouble, he spoke up: "Wen Zhuliu, Wen Min, take these two good-for-nothings and leave!"