Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 101: Famous Scenes of the Martial World

"How was this arranged? It's a mess! Why is my Welding Knife Sect ranked after the Newcomer Sect? I, as the Vice Sect Master of the Welding Knife Sect, single-handedly infiltrated the Newcomer Sect three months ago. At that time, the Newcomer Sect had a total of 387 people. Did anyone dare to make a sound?"

Before the appointed time, 27 sects and freelance martial artists, totaling 89 guests, arrived with anticipation and excitement.

Even Qin Yuliu, Lizi Master, and two other masters were wearing brand new Confucian robes, sitting in a corner together.

At the same time, all 92 students from the Autumn Palace Academy had arrived.

In terms of overall seating arrangement, since the Autumn Palace Academy was the host and could observe the Wordless Stele at any time, they naturally sat towards the back or on the sides. The first to arrive were seven people from the Water Moon Nunnery, such as Huiruqing and Pujing Shitai. They were followed by the Lingjian Sect, the Hehuan Sect, the Fengqing Mountain Villa, the Xunyang Tower, the Taiyi Sect, the Kusheng Sect, and the Cao Bang Water Association, and so on.

In the center of the seven-tiered stone railing, the Wordless Stele had not yet arrived, but the seating order had already caused strong dissatisfaction among the crowd.

The one speaking at this moment was the head of the Welding Knife Sect, the Tiger's Mouth Hall Master, and also the person in charge of the Welding Knife Sect this time. Judging from his fluctuating Blood Qi, he should be at the seventh level. He had a burly figure, a long beard, and a very domineering appearance.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an immediate uproar around.

Then, a woman from the Hehuan Sect, dressed in heavy makeup and exuding charm, stood up, bowed to Lizi Master and the others, and smiled sweetly, "I am Lin Jiao, the Phoenix Hall Master of the Hehuan Sect. I have seen all the masters. I also have grievances in my heart. Although the Hehuan Sect is not a prestigious sect or a hidden sect, we may not have many experts, but our disciples are spread all over the world. In terms of wealth, beauty, or influence in the martial world, we are not inferior to the Lingjian Sect. Why is the Lingjian Sect ranked above us? This is extremely inappropriate."

The person in charge of the Lingjian Sect, Zhao Lili, who didn't know how yesterday's matter was resolved, resumed her coldness at this moment and said, "The Hehuan Sect is a place of filth and impurity. How can it compare to my Lingjian Sect? It's truly a joke."

"Oh!" Lin Jiao, the hall master of the Hehuan Sect, smiled coquettishly. "Little Sister Zhao, your words are not pleasant to hear. Where is the filth and impurity? Why don't you explain it carefully?"

After all, it was a major sect with considerable influence, so it was not good to refute them face to face. Moreover, how could such a matter be explained in detail? Zhao Lili could only respond with a disdainful "hmph."

A middle-aged scholar from the Fengqing Mountain Villa stood up and smiled, "If we're talking about influence, my Fengqing Mountain Villa started with poetry, books, rites, and music, and our disciples are not only skilled in sword dancing. Since the first year of Tian Shou, we have produced thirteen Jinshi scholars. Whether it's scholars, farmers, artisans, merchants, or the lower class, how can the Hehuan Sect compare to us? Why is the Hehuan Sect sitting in front of me?"

"You're wrong!"

Before the hall master of the Hehuan Sect, who had changed her expression, could get angry, the helmsman of the Cao Bang Water Association stood up solemnly. "If we're talking about martial arts realms, that's one thing. But when it comes to influence, my Cao Bang has 300,000 disciples. Every year, we transport millions of catties of grain and supplies by water throughout the vast land of Da Zhou. Who among the millions of people in Da Zhou hasn't benefited from us?"

"I, Goushan Sect, refuse to accept it!"

"I, the Ghost Blade Gang, with the Ghost Blade, who would dare to challenge us?"

...

The scene descended into a chaotic state of comparison.

It was like a bustling morning market, full of noise and clamor.

"If this is the martial world, it truly disappoints people's ideals."

Qin Yuliu's long hair fluttered in the wind, his face showing a hint of indifference.

Jiang Lizi, in a rough voice, said, "A group of vulgar people from the market, trying to take advantage of the martial world for their own gain. How can they uphold the name of the martial world? Even if the God Spear Villa, the Duanyang Tower, Shaolin, and Wudang send some experts, how could they cause such a commotion?"

As he spoke, he looked at the calm and composed Lizi Master, Xin Zhuo, and said, "What kind of arrangement is this? It's really hard to understand."

...

"Autumn Palace Academy, please come out and explain, otherwise, we will not be able to calm our anger!"

Amidst the clamor, Lin Jiao, the hall master of the Hehuan Sect, couldn't help but speak out in anger.

"That's right!"

The various sects, forces, and freelance martial artists were all clamoring and shouting.

Master Li, Qin Yuli and others couldn't help but look towards Xin Zhuo and Yikui, who were in the corner.

But they saw Xin Zhuo standing up and walking towards the center of the field. Because today was a special day, he had changed into the white robe of a scholar in the academy. With his tall and handsome figure, he looked even more attractive, with rosy lips and white teeth, and an extraordinary temperament. Seeing him, people couldn't help but be dazzled and praised, "What a handsome young man!"

Hui Ruqing, sitting in the Water Moon Pavilion, followed Xin Zhuo's movements with her bright and sparkling eyes, and couldn't help but smile.

Beside her, Abbess Pu Jing glanced at her, and she immediately sat up straight, with a solemn expression.

"Greetings, everyone!"

Xin Zhuo cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, "I am Xin Zhuo, a scholar from Autumn Palace Pavilion. I am willing to clarify any doubts for everyone."

"Heh! What a handsome young man, truly rare."

Lin Jiaotang's anger inexplicably dissipated, and she covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her voice gentle like water, "Speak up, today sister will listen to you."

This statement had too much ambiguity, with a tone of teasing a young boy. Xin Zhuo chose to ignore it directly.

To be honest, a certain kind of beauty in the martial world that he had in his heart also dissipated a lot. He originally thought that in the world of Martial Dao, everyone had a heroic spirit and was cold-hearted, full of conspiracies and tricks.

This damn feeling of strolling on the street and haggling with vendors was too disappointing.

No wonder Li Xiyue said that those who came were just small fry. It was rumored that the forces of the Martial Dao in the world were divided into factions, sects, associations, manors, towers, pavilions, gates, and clans, etc.

"Clans" represented a certain extreme, meaning ancestral laws and rituals, with a long history and deep roots. Those who dared to call themselves clans were probably only a few places in the world.

"Gates" came next, meaning a gate or entrance. To become a gate, one must accumulate hundreds of years, with a wide range of disciples and numerous experts.

"The Sect" was also a manifestation of a certain high-end status.

Next were "towers" and "pavilions". To build a tower or establish a pavilion, one must reach a certain height, with strict rules and regulations for practicing martial arts and making a living.

Then there were "manors", similar to private forces or family clans, with extraordinary talents who created their own martial arts and did not pass them on to outsiders.

Finally, there were the likes of factions, associations, and sects, which were quite common. Three to five people or dozens of people gathered together, with a name that had to make a name for itself.

So words like "faction" and "sect" sounded low-end and harsh.

Of course, there were also reckless people who didn't follow the rules and only pursued dominance, randomly creating names like "Iron Blood Gate" or "Destroy Heaven Tower". Outsiders naturally didn't care about them, but others couldn't wipe out their entire family just because of a mere name.

Xin Zhuo adjusted his mood and first looked at the hall master of the Welding Knife Sect, smiling, "This hero's words are not wrong. Your sect's vice sect master has a high martial realm and impressive skills. The Newcomer Sect is indeed inferior."

The hall master of the Welding Knife Sect laughed heartily, "Young man, you're right. I appreciate you, so..."

"So, this position cannot be changed."

Xin Zhuo ignored the other party's astonished expression and looked at everyone, "Although the Welding Knife Sect has become stronger recently, as far as I know, there is an elder in the Newcomer Sect who is currently in Closed Door Training. It won't be long before he breaks through to the Mahayana realm. If he goes on a killing spree, who can say who will win or lose?"

The hall master of the Welding Knife Sect's face changed slightly.

The spokesperson of the Newcomer Sect, who had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly stood up, his face flushed, "What this young scholar said is indeed reasonable. Once our Newcomer Sect's elder comes out of seclusion, the outcome is still uncertain. Maybe he can lead our sect to create another world."

Unexpectedly, Xin Zhuo poured cold water on him again, "You don't have to be happy either. Breaking through to the martial realm is extremely dangerous. With thousands of meridians and countless veins, one mistake can lead to mistakes everywhere. Qi Deviation and partial paralysis are common occurrences. What if your elder fails? There have been such examples, haven't there?"

The spokesperson of the Newcomer Sect turned pale and was speechless.

The hall master of the Welding Knife Sect also scratched his head, not understanding.

Lin Jiaotang, the hall master of the Hehuan Sect, looked around with her eyes flowing, and smiled, "Young man, what exactly do you mean? You're making people's hearts jump and their bodies unstable."

Not far away, Hui Ruqing rolled her eyes imperceptibly.

(End of this chapter)