Chapter 84

"Your face isn't that important," Guangyi sneered and then ignored Wu Mian, turning back to the position he had been standing in. At this moment, Guangren smiled faintly and turned his head to the other side, saying, "Sister Guangti, please have your disciples bring Brother Wu Mian back to the fold."

After saying this, Guangti glanced back at the disciples standing behind her. She slowly said, "Grandmaster Dafang has already issued the decree. Who among you will go and bring Uncle Wu Mian back to the fold?"

After these words, the few people behind Guangti seemed not to have heard. No one responded to their master's words. After Guangti repeated herself, a female disciple who was a bit older stepped forward with a smile and said to her master, "We are dull-witted. We do not believe we have the ability to bring Uncle Wu Mian back to the fold. We are unworthy of your cultivation."

"Useless things," Guangti scolded, then turned to Guangren and said, "Grandmaster Dafang, my disciples are incompetent and cannot help you. It seems that bringing Brother Wu Mian back to the fold will have to be left to the disciples of the main sect." As she spoke, Guangti's eyes glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the volcano behind Guangren.

After being scolded by his master, Huoshan pretended not to notice Guangti's gaze and stood expressionless behind Guangren. As long as his master did not give the order, he would not move against Wu Mian, even if a fellow disciple died right in front of him.

At this point, Wu Mian was already at the end of his strength. The thunderfire technique he had used earlier was something he had only recently figured out after listening to Gui Bu Gui. He had originally planned to use it as a last resort against people like Huoshan. He never expected to be forced to use it by a left-handed illusionist like Zuo Ci. Moreover, such a technique was extremely draining, and now Wu Mian was almost exhausted. He could barely stand, let alone use that kind of thunderfire technique again.

Wu Mian's current state did not escape Guangren's notice. Grandmaster Dafang smiled faintly at Guangti and then said to the disciples standing behind him, "Who among you will go and bring Uncle Wu Mian back to the fold for me?"

After these words, almost everyone's gaze fell on Huoshan's face. However, to everyone's surprise, this top disciple of Grandmaster Dafang seemed not to have heard and stood expressionless, head lowered, without any reaction.

Seeing that Huoshan did not respond, a middle-aged fangshi of about forty stepped forward from behind him. He bowed to Guangren and said to his master, "Disciple Ba Ji is unworthy, but I am willing to help Grandmaster Dafang and bring Uncle Wu Mian back to the fold."

Guangren turned and looked at the disciple who had spoken. He nodded slightly and said, "Your Uncle Wu Mian is a bit tired. When you bring him back to the fold, be moderate."

"Wait! I have something to say," before Guangren could finish, Gui Bu Gui, who had been hiding behind Wu Mian, suddenly darted out and shouted at Guangren, "I have a question, and I need Grandmaster Dafang to clarify it!"

"What more do you have to say, Brother Gui?" Guangren smiled faintly, glanced at Wu Mian, whose breathing was slightly rapid, and then shifted his gaze to Gui Bu Gui, continuing, "If Brother Gui wants to stop Brother Wu Mian from returning to the fold, you can save your breath. Of course, if Brother Gui stops pretending to be crazy, we and the other three brothers have other things to discuss." As he spoke, the other three Guangzi-generation fangshi had formed a triangular shape, their eyes fixed on Gui Bu Gui. Although they were not in harmony with him, they did not dare to defy Grandmaster Dafang's decree.

After parting ways in the capital of Liaoxi County, he increasingly suspected that this old man had already recovered his magical abilities. He was just pretending to be crazy, waiting to catch them off guard. In terms of strength, even the current Grandmaster Dafang was not sure he was above Gui Bu Gui. But with the four white-haired Guangzi-generation fangshi present, even someone like Gui Bu Gui would have no chance to fight back. However, Guangren could not understand why, after exposing himself in Liaoxi County, Gui Bu Gui still needed to continue his act.

Gui Bu Gui laughed carelessly and said to Guangren, "You know I've been locked up for so many years, and I'm not quite clear on some of the rules. When I was a fangshi, I remember that peers did not invite each other. Bringing someone back to the fold was the responsibility of the disciples. Has this rule changed in over a hundred years?"

Guangren pondered for a moment, his gaze shifting between the disciple named Ba Ji and Wu Mian. He thought that this was just a delaying tactic by Gui Bu Gui, but the thunderfire technique had been very draining. Even if Wu Mian rested for a whole day, he might not be able to summon another lightning dragon. After making up his mind, he smiled and said, "Brother Gui is right. This was a rule set by the previous Grandmaster Dafang to avoid conflict among peers. Today, the disciples of the other brothers have already tried. If Ba Ji cannot bring Brother Wu Mian back to the fold, then our ties as peers are at an end, and we will not bother him again."

"Have you finished speaking?" Before Guangren could finish, Wu Mian had already fixed his gaze on Ba Ji. He sneered and continued, "Did you forget to drink your milk for courage before you came out? Do you need time to go back and drink it?"

After these words, Ba Ji's face turned sour. He was one of the best among Guangren's disciples, aside from Huoshan. His master was usually calm and would only mildly scold him if something was wrong. When had he ever been scolded like this? At that moment, Ba Ji decided to be ruthless. Wu Mian was also a white-haired figure like the Guangzi generation. If he 'accidentally' injured him, his master would not be too hard on him.

Without waiting for Guangren to give the order, Ba Ji's body flickered and disappeared. As he vanished, a thick black smoke enveloped Wu Mian. Before he could react, dozens of strange, glowing swords emerged from the black smoke, stabbing at Wu Mian from all directions.

Just as Wu Mian was about to be torn apart by the swords, Guangren frowned and said in a low voice, "Ba Ji, did you not hear what I just said?"

These words saved Wu Mian. The swords in the black smoke paused in mid-air, hesitating to continue. At this moment, Wu Mian suddenly roared, and several crackling electric arcs appeared on his body. However, compared to before, these arcs were much weaker in both size and brightness.

With a wave of his hand, the electric current from Wu Mian's body struck the dozen or so swords behind him. A series of sparks flew, and the swords trembled. Seizing the opportunity, Wu Mian used all his strength to break through the black smoke, even if it meant being pierced by a few swords.

Wu Mian, emerging from the black smoke, lost control of his momentum. He rushed out too fast and directly collided with the group behind him. As he struggled to get up, a mocking voice came from the black smoke, "Uncle Wu Mian, let me bring you back to the fold. Otherwise, if we fight again, I might accidentally hurt you."

Before Ba Ji could finish, Wu Mian suddenly sneered and then abruptly opened his palm toward the dense black smoke. A lightning dragon wrapped in flames shot out from his palm, roaring as it charged into the black smoke.

Ba Ji had volunteered to bring Wu Mian back to the fold, confident that Wu Mian could not use such a technique again. He was completely unprepared, and in an instant, the lightning dragon had rushed into the black smoke. Immediately, a惨叫之声从黑烟中传来。雷火之龙在黑烟中若隐若现，似乎缠住了什么，正要将其绞杀。

就在这时，一道人影飞速冲进黑烟中。就在这个人冲进去的一刹那，黑烟仿佛被一股飓风吹过，瞬间消散无踪。这时，人们才看到原本站在广仁身后的红发男子已经站在了原本是黑烟的中心位置。另一个方士被那条雷火之龙缠在半空中，他全身的衣物已经被烧得干干净净，身体大面积烧伤，七窍中不断有鲜血喷出。

雷火之龙感应到有人过来后，咆哮着探出龙头，向红发男子扑了过去。