Junior Disciple

Chapter Eight

Xie Wuhan looked at him with narrowed eyes, seemingly surprised that someone had rushed out to save him.

Yu Qingwei's gaze sharpened, and several sword lights suddenly shot out from behind him, knocking the fierce-looking man flying. He quickly snatched the broken sword from the man's hand and flicked his wrist, throwing it to pin Fu Muxuan's clothes to the ground.

The elder in charge of judging the match immediately jumped up, apologizing, "It was my oversight."

Fu Muxuan struggled and screamed, "Let go of me! Let go of me!" His eyes were bloodshot, resembling someone possessed, "Xie Wuhan, go die! All of you go die!"

Yu Qingwei frowned and nodded to the person behind him, "The Red Flame Beast is no ordinary spirit beast, with extremely strong attack power. In my haste, I took matters into my own hands and came up on stage. I hope the elder understands, but..." He paused, "This Red Flame Beast seems to be a hybrid, looking more like an ordinary spirit beast, which is why no one recognized it earlier. Such creatures are not allowed to be secretly raised in the sect." His phoenix eyes suddenly became sharp.

He looked at the little beast on the ground, which was panting like a small dog, still exhaling flames.

The elder's face grew solemn, and he immediately raised his hand, using spiritual power to cover the exhausted little beast in a barrier. "I will send someone to investigate. If anyone has secretly raised a hybrid Red Flame Beast in the sect, they will not be spared."

His voice was stern, and he heavily emphasized it. Then, he signaled to the disciples who had just arrived to take the pinned-down man away.

"This disciple has traces of demonic aura. We must investigate further."

The elder in charge nodded. "Rest assured, Immortal Lord."

Only then did Yu Qingwei turn his gaze back to the person behind him, whose eyes were dark and heavy.

Xie Wuhan seemed lost in thought, his gaze fixed on a pool of blood on the ground.

Yu Qingwei followed his gaze and realized that the blood hole caused by the demonic energy when he stopped Fu Muxuan was still dripping blood, forming a puddle on the ground.

"Ugh." He winced and groaned in pain, not expecting it to hurt so much.

If he had known, he wouldn't have tried to be a hero, bringing Feng Huai up to block it. A Transformation Stage elder would have easily sent this disciple flying, though whether they could leave his corpse intact was uncertain.

He forced a smile. "It's nothing."

Xie Wuhan pressed his lips together. Just as Yu Qingwei was about to leave the stage, Xie Wuhan suddenly called out to him.

"You came here to watch the match... for me, didn't you?"

The young man quickly shut his lips after speaking, and Yu Qingwei paused in surprise, turning his gaze and noticing a faint flush on the tips of his ears.

He chuckled softly, took out a healing medicine, and began pouring it onto his hand. "Yes, didn't we agree on that?"

Upon hearing this, the young man stiffened even more.

"I saw your sword technique earlier. Aside from lacking in spiritual power, your movement skills are already on par with ordinary disciples of the inner sect." He reached out and squeezed the young man's wrist to check, then paused. "However, you're already showing signs of building your foundation. Once you fix that spiritual power shortfall, entering the sect within a hundred days will be no problem. Don't worry."