Supreme Emperor of Swords

Some unknown disciples of the Western Academy of Red Shirts revealed doubtful expressions.

It was just a cat, a considerably fat cat with no power fluctuations at all. It seemed that anyone present could strangle it with one hand. How could such a kitty suddenly make the atmosphere in the entire cell so weird?

Not to mention that the faces of some disciples in the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts showed weird expressions. Even Lu Pengfei, who was arrogant and overbearing, actually revealed a look of anger and fear at that moment.

“Does this cat represent some incredible power?”

What made the disciples of the Western Academy of Red Shirts feel surprised was that Li Yiruo, the number one beauty in the five academies, who was always pretty but cool, had shown a rare smile, the first in the past half a year when she saw the cat. For her, a piece of ten-thousand-year mysterious ice seemed to have melted instantly and the spring breeze blew overnight.

Even Wang Xiaoqi and Li Yunqi, the two most miserable prisoners, who were looking at the events with cold eyes, showed unexpected expressions of ecstasy when they saw the white fat cat. Looking at each other, they laughed coincidentally with pride in a carefree mood.

“Hahaha, Lu Pengfei, you would have never expected the day for his return to finally arrive. Everything is over for you.” Wang Xiaoqi trembled all over with excitement as he changed from his past decadence.

Li Yunqi next to him said nothing, but he blushed out of extreme excitement.

What’s was even odder was that Lu Pengfei, the acting chief of the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts and the champion for three consecutive years in the competitions among the five academies, said nothing to fight back in the face of Wang Xiaoqi’s mockery of him. He seemed to have become demented, with changing expressions.

“He will come back in three days. He asked me to tell you to get ready and make full use of your means. This is your last chance.” Li Canyang looked at Lu Pengfei with undisguised pity.

Before his voice died away.

Lu Pengfei seemed to have woken up from a deep nightmare. He shivered and felt stunned. Then he immediately became furious.

“Hahaha, chance? The last chance? It’s so funny. What qualifications does he have to say so? What can he do even if he comes back? Can he change everything in front of us? Now, I am not what I used to be. I have been the champion for three consecutive years in the competitions among the five academies, the strongest disciple of the five academies of the Eastern, Western, Southern, Northern and Central Academies and the chief of the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts as well. I am stronger than before and have more power. Even if he comes back, what can he do to me? I will let him know that his time has gone forever!”

People around him felt shocked.

In the past four months, Lu Pengfei had impressed people by always being extremely deep-minded with a poker face. He was also extremely cruel and merciless. And he meant what he said. His gloomy face was like a poisonous snake, accumulating energy and waiting for action, which made people to remain in awe and venerate him.

That was also the image that Lu Pengfei deliberately created for himself.

He hoped not only to be enviable in strength and status, but also the awe inspired in others, and in terms of personal temperament, like those who were heroic.

But at that moment, he had completely lost his temper.

For such a long time, the image he deliberately managed had collapsed in an instant, and many people saw Lu Pengfei losing his temper and being angry for the first time.

Like a drowning wretch, he was on the last struggle. Like a trapped beast, he cried out on his dying throes, going deeper and deeper.

Even Lu Pengfei himself didn’t know why a cat raised by that man made him suddenly plunge into a deep uneasiness, which bordered on fear.

Originally, he thought that after the glory of the past period, he had completely restrained the shadow in his heart and had enough courage to face that person, but at that moment, the strange but familiar fear was still like the tide, a flood that could instantly drown him.

The pity in Li Canyang’s eyes was even more obvious.

He seemed to look at a clown with self–deception.

He shook his head. Ding Hao asked a cat to pass him a message, which was actually beyond his expectations, but that also made Li Canyang feel a sense of trust as achievement; especially, he was trusted by a man like Ding Hao. That was a kind of wonderful feeling. What he had to do was to protect Wang Xiaoqi and Li Yunqi. The task was done and the cat had easily defeated Lu Pengfei in terms of momentum.

Li Canyang removed his eyes from Lu Pengfei and looked at his cousin next to him. “Yiruo, let’s go. Everything is over here.”

“A person who has lost his fighting spirit is no threat at all.”

But Li Yiruo shook his head very firmly and said, “No! I want to stay here and wait for him to come back. Before he returns, I will never let his friends get hurt again.”

Li Canyang felt stunned. He thought briefly and nodded. “Alright.”

…

Looking at the note in his hand, Ding Hao sighed softly.

Zhang Fan left.

The reluctant hunter boy, who was labeled as a traitor, finally chose to leave the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect at that time.

When Ding Hao and his friends got up in the camp the next morning, they found that Zhang Fan had disappeared. Fang Tianyi finally discovered a letter of farewell in Zhang Fan’s tent.

The letter was very simple.

Zhang Fan wrote in the letter that he had never been able to make progress on the road of cultivating skills in the Taixuan Sword-seeking Scripture and of practicing Qi, never being able to integrate himself into the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect full of talents and with fierce competition. When he learned the Supreme Kung Fu Devoted by Ten Emperors, he saw a special road for him as the hunter boy. He decided to leave to find a suitable way for himself as a superior.

“I suddenly realized what you, Senior Brother Ding, said was right. Everyone has his own luck and road. The past half a year has proven that my own luck and way seemed not to be in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect!”

“Senior Brother Ding, at the moment when I chose to leave, I didn’t even know where to go. Maybe I’ll go back to the Baiman Mountain where I was born. Perhaps I was unable to bring the glory of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to the hunters in the Baiman Mountain, but I will bring them safety with my saber, and they may guide me to find the way that belongs to me.”

“I know that the road for rogue cultivators is very hard, but that will help me to become more unperturbed. Toward mountains and forests, I’ve always had a feeling of kindness…”

“I am not as smart as Xiaoqi. He is skillful, flexible and lively in mind and can be a guarantee to you with the available cultivating resources. I am not as good as Senior Brother Tianyi. His swordsmanship is outstanding so that they can learn from each other. I have struggled hard for a year, but until now I have not reached the One-aperture Martial Disciple Realm…”

“Senior Brother Ding, I have been constantly thinking about what I could do for you. I wanted to be of assistance to you, not a burden. I don’t want Senior Brother Ding to be distracted by me. I clearly know that you should not be distracted in the appointed competition with Mu Tianyang in the Frozen Peak. My staying in the Sect seemed to make everything worse!”

“So I’ve decide to leave!”