Who Dares To Slander My Senior Brother

CHAPTER 23 THE BEGINNING

Ten people held wrists to form a circle. Wen Jing closed his eyes as an intense light covered everyone’s body.

Suddenly, his five senses disappeared and his stomach churned with nausea. From within his inner sea came the sound of wind and the feeling of constant tumbling. After a while, his sense of touch returned then came the indistinct sound of people screaming and weapons clashing. The sounds were faint as if they were muffled by a fog.

Unexpectedly, his body dropped downwards.

Wen Jing’s arms stretched taught as the people as his sides flew in different directions, almost pulling him apart. He made a prompt decision and loosened his left hand while grabbing firmly with his right.

Suddenly the surrounding screams became clear, ringing in his ears, as Wen Jing dropped towards the ground. He felt a sharp pain as his head cracked against an unexpected rock. Then, a heavy body ruthlessly crushed him.

Wen Jing’s stomach roiled as he was agonizingly squashed.

He Ling’s cold voice came from above: “Why did you pull me!”

Confused and disoriented, Wen Jing let go of his hand: “My apologies, Second Senior Brother, I was anxious.”

He Ling’s fighting power was high. Hanging on to him would be the easiest way to survive.

Several knife blades composed of spiritual energy flew towards them and sure enough, He Ling easily swept them away.

“Leave.” He Ling said coldly as he promptly rushed into the melee.

“Yes!” Wen Jing stood up with a thump.

He Ling spoke brusquely, meaning: Leave, find a safe place to hide, don’t stay here and cause problems.

In the surrounding chaos, over a dozen people with maddened scarlet eyes were caught in the grip of a struggle. With spiritual energy and magic techniques flying there and there, if one were not cautious, it would be easy to sustain injuries.

With his Qi Refining stage seven cultivation, he absolutely had no room to be brave and had to prioritize retreating.

Just as he was about to escape, from behind came a sudden gust of wind and warm arms held Wen Jing against someone’s chest. Held in a firm embrace, he was carried out of the melee at a rapid pace.

Wen Jing stared at him in shock.

“Senior, Senior Brother Jun, I, you ーー”

The female lead?!

In an instant, they had already flown twenty zhang* away. Jun YanZhi put him down and looked down at his forehead and tightly pursed his lips.

Wen Jing felt intensely confused.

He had carefully calculated and deliberately pulled He Ling to serve as his life-saving talisman. Obviously he could take care of himself and didn’t need to concern of others. What had he gotten wrong?

Wen Jing looked at the everyone fighting but it was too chaotic and nothing could be made out: The female lead? The female lead? Don’t be dead!

His thoughts a mess, Wen Jing moved to rush in.

Jun YanZhi pulled him back: “Stay here and don’t move. I’ll go save the others.”

Saying this, his figure was like a black shadow as he flew away.

Water Moon Palace Eighth Palace Master Chen XueYing took along a few dozen disciples to the trial but for some unknown reason they had begun to fight amongst themselves. More than ten of them had fled, wounded, and at the entrance of the ancient formation had then gone mad, attacking with wide scarlet eyes. Wang Yue peak had been the first to enter. Caught off guard, they bore the brunt of the damage.”