Chapter 11

After seven days of travel, on the morning of the eighth day, Zheng Shiyi arrived at the Xuanming Sect.

Tying up the "Wind Chaser," he walked toward the mountain gate, where a sign with the name "Xuanming Sect" was hung, written in dragon-like and phoenix-like calligraphy.

The reception was handled by disciples dressed in blue robes, who were reviewing the tokens of those who, like Zheng Shiyi, had come to register with the Xuanming Sect.

"Please show your token!"

When it was Zheng Shiyi's turn, a blue-robed disciple with a mole at the corner of his mouth stopped him.

Zheng Shiyi took out the invitation and handed it to him.

The disciple flipped through the token. When he saw the character "Zheng" on the back, a cold expression on his face suddenly turned into a smile. He said to Zheng Shiyi, "So you're from the Zheng family. The person you sent last year was quite outstanding."

"I hope you can be as outstanding as the one sent last year. Please go in."

Outstanding? Zheng Shiyi frowned. Was he talking about Zheng Song? It seems that during his year at the Xuanming Sect, he did quite well! Otherwise, how could a mere reception disciple say he was outstanding in such a large sect?

"Thank you!"

Zheng Shiyi thanked him and stepped into the mountain gate. He noticed that many senior disciples were standing nearby, welcoming the new disciples, and they were coming over in groups.

Among them, Zheng Shiyi saw a familiar figure.

He had a broad back and a bear-like build, a red mark on his right cheek, and uneven teeth when he smiled.

Who else could it be but Zheng Song, the one who caused his martial soul to be extracted?

"Zheng Song!"

Zheng Shiyi felt a surge of anger, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

Zheng Song was walking at the front, accompanied by the disciples sent by the Zheng family before.

They were listening attentively to Zheng Song's words, "My younger brother, Zheng Ping, is very talented. He reached the Fifth Qi Wheel last year. Once he joins the sect, please take good care of him."

"Don't worry, Cousin Zheng Song. We are all from the Zheng family, so we will definitely take good care of him."

"Moreover, with Cousin Zheng Song's reputation in the sect, who would dare to bully him once they know he is your younger brother?"

These people looked at Zheng Song with respect. A disciple who could make it to the sect's风云榜 (Feng Yun Bang, a ranking of notable figures) in just one year had become the leader of the Zheng family disciples in the Xuanming Sect.

Zheng Song, extremely pleased, took large steps and urged, "Brothers, my younger brother should have been in the sect for some time. Let's hurry up!"

The few people beside him nodded and followed him with large steps.

"Hello, Senior Brother Zheng Song!"

The disciples passing by Zheng Song kept greeting him.

"Zheng Ping, when you see your brother doing so well in the sect, won't you be so happy that you jump up?"

With this excitement, he quickened his pace even more.

Just as he thought he was about to meet Zheng Ping, the person who appeared in front of him made him freeze in place: "Why is it you?"

Zheng Shiyi, with a smile that even his enemies could understand, said, "Surprised? If it weren't for your despicable actions last year, I would have been here last year."

"Where is my younger brother?" Zheng Song glared at Zheng Shiyi.

Zheng Shiyi laughed, his smile filled with genuine happiness!

Zheng Song had contacted the ancestral land to extract his supreme divine soul and steal his qualification to enter the sect. Now, he even wanted his younger brother to enter the sect!

Seeing Zheng Song's plans fall through, Zheng Shiyi felt an unusual sense of joy. He pointed at himself and said, "Since I'm standing here, where do you think your younger brother is?"

The last trace of a smile on Zheng Song's face disappeared! His serious expression was marred by the twitching at the corners of his mouth. Zheng Shiyi had been deprived of his martial soul and lost his qualification to enter the sect because of him, so he must hate him and those around him deeply.

Zheng Ping's personality was not as devious as his own; instead, he was always competitive and aggressive! When dealing with Zheng Shiyi, he must have used force in the clan competition, right?

After a long silence, Zheng Song said, "You..."

"Yes," Zheng Shiyi nodded. "I crippled him! Unlike you, I did it with my own hands! I didn't run to the ancestral land like a dog to betray anyone."

"You!" He raised his hand, his index finger almost touching Zheng Shiyi's nose as he roared, "You're looking for death! You crippled my younger brother and still dare to come to the Xuanming Sect! This is the biggest mistake you've made!"

Zheng Shiyi pushed the finger that was almost touching his nose away slowly and said with a cold laugh, "You're angry? I should be the one who's angry!"

"You went to the ancestral land to inform on me to join the sect, and they extracted my martial soul!"

"Your younger brother made others forfeit to cripple me, and your grandfather twisted the truth!"

Zheng Song's face suddenly turned red, whether from shame or anger. He shouted, "You're talking nonsense! I informed the ancestral land to show my loyalty. The supreme divine soul should be offered to the ancestral land to make it stronger!"

"If you don't hand over your martial soul to the ancestral land, you're hiding it!"

Zheng Song patted his chest and pointed at himself, saying, "Look at how much the ancestral land has rewarded me for my loyalty. Countless high-level cultivation techniques and elixirs, which have helped me advance rapidly."

"In no time, I will participate in the ancestral land's clan meeting. At the clan meeting, I will become famous and bring glory to our Zheng family, making the ancestral land pay attention to us!"

"Everything I've done is for the good of the family! You actually think I'm a despicable and shameless person!"

"I am truly heartbroken..."

The more Zheng Song spoke, the more excited he became, as if all his actions were just and righteous, and his face turned even redder.

Zheng Shiyi clapped lightly and laughed. After seeing so many shameless people in the Zheng Xuan lineage, hearing such words no longer made him angry, but rather found them amusing: "I thought the old man Zheng Xuan was shameless enough, but you can be even more shameless."

"You took my martial soul and got rewards, and now you act as if I wronged you."

"You want to become famous at the clan meeting? I think you're going there to grovel. I admire you, to be such a good dog."

Zheng Shiyi clapped repeatedly, making Zheng Song's face even redder. He continued, "Clan meeting? I will go too! I will watch you grovel to Zheng Tianyu! I will also tell you that the master you grovel to will be crippled by me!"

"A person who relies on forcibly taking others' supreme divine souls and lacks confidence in themselves is a true waste in my eyes."

Zheng Song wanted to kill Zheng Shiyi on the spot, but he didn't dare to, because the sect had rules! Killing a fellow disciple would result in the loss of cultivation and expulsion from the sect! Attacking a fellow disciple would also result in severe punishment!

Zheng Song laughed coldly. He had finally entered the sect and wouldn't be foolish enough to do such a thing. He pointed at Zheng Shiyi and said, "I don't know what despicable means you used to get here, but you'd better behave yourself here!"

"Moreover, I can clearly tell you! You won't last three months here. After the new disciple assessment in three months, I will personally send you back!"

Zheng Shiyi pushed away the hand pointing at him and said, "Using despicable means to enter the sect, you're talking about yourself, right? Don't tell me you passed the new disciple assessment using the same method? Who did you betray this time? Who did you grovel to?"

"You've already disgraced the family, so why come here to disgrace yourself? Do you want everyone to know that the Zheng family has a despicable person named Zheng Song?"

"New disciple assessment? I will cripple you when the time comes..."

Zheng Song, after being rebuked by Zheng Shiyi, knew that staying would only lead to more verbal insults. He said, "I don't want to waste my time arguing with you! I'll see how you pass the assessment in three months!"

Turning around, he suddenly waved his hand at the people beside him.

The people beside him quickly followed, and one of them asked in a low voice, "Cousin Zheng Song, are you not taking him up the mountain?"

"Huh?" Zheng Song glared at the few people, who quickly shut their mouths and retreated behind him.

Seeing that Zheng Shiyi was not taken away, the senior disciples standing nearby laughed with glee, "This kid is finished. He was abandoned by his own senior disciples!"

"Without the protection of senior disciples, it's not easy for a new disciple to stand their ground in the sect."

Zheng Shiyi shrugged and laughed, "If I were really taken