Chapter 10

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"Senior Brother, what's going on."

"Fourth Brother, what's going on."

Tan Weiran and Liu Chengfeng squeezed in from either side, and Zhou Dapeng, with a red face, said, "First, there was a collision, and I apologized. Later, I wanted to buy something I liked, and they deliberately raised the price."

Pan Wenjun and his group immediately sneered, "Are we not allowed to buy things? This is the sect market; do you think it's your home? We like to spend a lot of money, so what?"

Tan Weiran tilted his head, "Pan Wenjun, others say you are arrogant and proud. When did you learn to be shameless and ask your senior brothers to stand up for you?"

"I just want to know, who incited you to provoke me."

Under Tan Weiran's gaze, Pan Wenjun suddenly felt an indescribable chill and, hardening his resolve, coldly said, "Don't guess wildly. No one incited me."

A person beside him feigned realization and sneered, "Who is this brat who dares to be arrogant in front of us, the disciples of Jili Peak? I think you're asking for a beating."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped Tan Weiran's head, not using much force but filled with contempt and humiliation.

"Merely at the seventh level, you dare to fight me." Tan Weiran smiled faintly, and his hands lightly touched the person. With a flick, the Wood Dragon Claw Hand emitted a dark golden light.

In an instant, the person's face turned pale, and a sound like popping beans spread from his fingers to his arm. From his fingertips to his shoulder, a large red swelling appeared, resembling a big red carrot, with the bones almost shattered.

Pan Wenjun's handsome face immediately twisted, and the scene from a few months ago, where he was defenselessly struck by the brat in front of him, resurfaced in his mind.

His companions were both shocked and angry, leaping to attack Tan Weiran, "Brat, you dare to use heavy hands to injure people. Even if the Law Department lets you off, we will never let you go."

Facing the attack of several people, Tan Weiran, who had returned from the chaotic era, was extremely sensitive to the intent to kill. He instantly perceived, "There is a killing intent."

"Jili Peak has not yet openly confronted Jixing Peak and has not shown much hostility. If they want to kill me, they certainly won't do it so openly."

Tan Weiran's thoughts raced, and he suddenly realized, "It's Bi Yunfeng who secretly incited and bribed!"

Just as he was about to strike, Liu Chengfeng and Zhou Dapeng, in a rage, leaped out and engaged the several people.

Tan Weiran, like a ghost, slid in front of Pan Wenjun and said coldly, "I'll ask you again, who incited you to provoke and kill me? Is that person here now?"

Pan Wenjun involuntarily looked around the crowd, his gaze lingering on one person. That person, realizing the situation was bad, turned and fled.

Tan Weiran's eyes turned cold, and he darted through the crowd. The Dragon Claw Hand glowed golden in the sunlight, pointing directly at the person, "Stay!"

One claw struck the person's back, and Tan Weiran's heart skipped a beat. It was a Dharma robe again. This person's cultivation was indeed higher, and he turned and fled, making it difficult for Tan Weiran to catch up.

Seeing Tan Weiran chasing far away, Liu Chengfeng and Zhou Dapeng, unable to break free, shouted, "Youngest Brother, don't chase anymore, come back quickly."

Seeing the youngest brother ignore them, the two became extremely anxious.

Tan Weiran continued to chase, noticing the person ahead maintaining a distance and concealing his aura. He sneered inwardly, "Trying to deliberately lead me away, not daring to reveal your aura, afraid I won't dare to chase?"

The person ahead remained silent, fleeing madly. At the foot of a steep forest slope, he stopped, turned, and sneered, looking at Tan Weiran as if he were a dead man.

A chill burst from Tan Weiran's eyes. He stomped his foot and leaped into the air like a fierce tiger, pouncing on the person.

The person's posture remained unchanged, solemn as a mountain, and he said sternly, "A mere fourth-level Human Gate disciple dares to chase me. You disciples of Xingtian Sect are indeed reckless!"

Tan Weiran pounced fiercely, and with one move of the Earth Dragon Claw Hand, the person blocked with both arms. Instantly, Tan Weiran's hands were slightly painful, and a faint light emerged from the person's body.

Tan Weiran's mind was shaken, "This person has cultivated a Golden Body and is at the ninth level of the Human Gate."

He rolled in mid-air and landed, his feet stirring up dust. Concentrating his true energy, he took three steps in two and struck a punch in the air, producing a loud sound.

This was a swift and fierce punch, but the person did not take it seriously, saying coldly, "Brat, I'll play with you." He struck a punch, sending dust flying and hitting Tan Weiran, who was thrown back and crashed into a tree.

A series of muffled groans followed.

Poor Tan Weiran, if he were to fight seriously, he wouldn't be much worse off. However, at twelve years old, with a small body and short limbs, it was almost impossible for him to attack a large, muscular man.

If he had broken through the Human Gate realm, his height would not affect his combat ability. But at this level, he suffered a disadvantage.

Tan Weiran was extremely frustrated. In the future, his height would be a hidden pain in his heart.

Relying on his height and cultivation, the person bullied Tan Weiran for a while. He then said coldly, "Brat, don't blame me; you have offended someone you shouldn't."

The person's killing intent was fully revealed, and his aura burst forth. His fierce and brutal punches came like a series of thunderclaps. Tan Weiran's feet lightly touched the ground, and his body floated back, finally recognizing, "It's the military boxing technique of the Great Zhao army."

The person was startled, and his killing intent intensified, "You, brat, have some knowledge. Since you've recognized me, you won't live today."

Tan Weiran's face turned pale. Before he could retreat, he was hit in the back, his blood surging to his throat. He smiled confidently, "Not necessarily!"

"Green Lotus Breath Technique!"

His breath quietly settled, and his internal organs and heart wheel rotated. In the Crimson Palace, a strand of Wood Qi formed. The Qi traveled through the heart wheel, reaching his throat, and transformed into a green light that shot out.

The person was greatly alarmed, "Crimson Palace secret technique, you have opened the middle Dantian, how is that possible!" He was caught off guard, and the green Qi struck his forehead, shattering his nose and the area between his eyebrows.

The intense pain made his eyes blind, and he screamed in fear.

Tan Weiran approached coldly, raising his hand silently, Wood overcomes Earth!

The ten fingers, glowing green with the Wood Dragon Claw Hand, struck the person's throat, making a squelching sound. Despite the person's formidable Golden Body, the bones in his throat were shattered.

Tan Weiran's expression was cold as he twisted the person's neck and threw him to the ground.

The person died with his eyes wide open, blood streaming, clearly dying with great resentment. He seemed to be unable to understand how a mere fourth-level Human Gate disciple could have opened the middle Dantian.

Tan Weiran, with a pale face, panted a few times. Using the secret technique had slightly injured his internal organs. Leaning against a tree, he was secretly alarmed, "This person's cultivation and skills are solid, laying a very strong foundation. If he were to fight a ninth-level disciple of Xingtian Sect, he could take on at least five."

Otherwise, the Green Lotus Breath Technique would have pierced his head in one go.

After careful consideration, Tan Weiran nodded in satisfaction, "Though it slightly injured my internal organs, it was worth it to uncover this person's background." If not for waiting for him to reveal his background, he would have killed him long ago.

"This person has practiced the military boxing technique so solidly; he must be from the Great Zhao army."

Tan Weiran sneered, glancing at the corpse, "This person has some quick wit, thinking I would really believe he is from the Great Zhao army."

If it were another Golden Body, he might not have recognized it. But this secondary "Earth Fiend Golden Body" evolved from the "Little Five Elements Golden Body" was something he recognized.

The thirteenth prince of the Great Zhao Empire practiced the Little Five Elements Golden Body, and his direct force, the Jinglun Guard, practiced the single-element Golden Body derived from it, one of which was the Earth Fiend Golden Body.

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"I didn't expect the thirteenth prince of the Great Zhao to be involved in this."

Tan Weiran had few memories of the Great Zhao, but he had some impressions of the thirteenth and eighth princes.

The most vivid memory was the fall of the Great Zhao. The vast territory of the Great Zhao was divided into two, and the royal family, the Zhao clan, was almost wiped out. Later, two major warlords rose to power, one of whom was the young and talented Xiaoming Wang.

Xiaoming Wang was a collateral branch of the royal family, but after his power grew, it was revealed that he was secretly a disciple of the Huangquan Dao. This revelation shocked the world.

Tan Weiran was lost in thought. Bi Yunfeng certainly didn't have the qualifications to connect with the Great Zhao prince. Who was behind the trouble at Jixing Peak, Jili Peak, or Jianyong Peak? Or both?

Master Xu Daoning always protected his disciples well, and many matters within the sect were not revealed to them. Tan Weiran had no way to judge.

"Anyway, our Jixing Peak lineage has always been low-key and unobtrusive, so there's no reason for us to be targeted."

Tan Weiran's thoughts raced, but he still couldn't figure it out.

It was hard for outsiders to imagine that each generation of Jixing Peak, the smallest in number, was the most special lineage in Xingtian Sect, even more special than the lineage of the sect leader.

When he was being evaluated for entry, the examiner's strange expression when guessing he would come to Jixing Peak was because they didn't know the background.

Jixing Peak has a special semi-public authority:

Supervision! Supervision of the sect!

Jixing Peak rarely exercises this authority, but even so, the heads of each peak and the sect leader have tried countless times to reclaim it.

Unfortunately, no one could shake it.

This was personally established and written in the sect's records by the founding patriarch. The number of disciples in each generation of Jixing Peak is also strictly limited to no more than ten.

The founding patriarch must have heard the saying, "In a large forest, there are all kinds of birds," and foresaw the need to limit the size of Jixing Peak.

Liu Chengfeng and Zhou Dapeng hurried over, and seeing him unharmed, they both breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Dapeng only said it was good that he was fine, while Liu Chengfeng said coldly, "Youngest Brother, if you act so rashly in the future, no one can save you."

Tan Weiran agreed and asked, only to learn that the two senior brothers had fought with Pan Wenjun and his group for a while before stopping and looking for him.

"Pity." Tan Weiran shook his head, indifferent. If there is one, there will be another. There will be opportunities to kill his enemies.

Pan Wenjun and his group were not important; Bi Yunfeng and his backers were his true targets.

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