Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother (古玉闻香)

Chapter 52: Re-edited

Wen Jing put out the invisibility talisman, dejectedly rushing back to his place and could not help blaming the system and his uselessness in his mind.

According to the progress of the original text, on the day when the big competition started, the disciples would go crazy. At that time, as a dragon roared, dozen of competition opened at the same time, but unexpectedly, hundreds of people on and under the stage lost their minds instantly. The madness on the platform was so chaotic as they tried to kill each other, blood flow everywhere, and in a short time, 20 or 30 people were killed.

Now if he couldn’t find the evil cultivator, this horror would become a reality.

Suddenly, a small box popped out of his brain, squeaking as if the screen were about to disappear.

“Host, just now – beep – the system did its best to – beep – mark '十' on the demonic cultivator- beep – it should be on the back of his head. The system needed to be repaired for two months – beep – beep -”

Immediately afterward, as if the system was exhausted, there was a blank screen in his brain and no more voice report.

Wen Jing froze for a moment and tried to call up the Character Value and other information, but it didn’t work.

What the hell?

The system tried its best to mark a '十' on the back of the demonic cultivator, which sounded useful but was actually difficult. Did it want him to take off the clothes of men between 20-30 years old and check their backs one by one?

The Sky Balance Sect was covered with icy snow, how could people be willing to take off their clothes?

Wen Jing went back to his place using wind technique with heart was in a mess. While in the air, he saw bright lights and the voices were noisy, it seemed something had just happened.

He looked around, the various peaks of the mountain were lit up with bright lights, and it seemed that every place was in chaos.

Wen Jing landed on the snowfield and grabbed a disciple of the Sky Balance Sect and asked, “What happened?”

The disciple was flustered and said: “Many disciples of the Dai Ke peak went mad in the middle of the night, and were suppressed. They were about to be sent to cultivator Jun for treatment!”

“What? They went crazy tonight? What about Jun Shixiong?”

“He was in the room.” The disciple said and directed two disciples. “Hurry up, this is the sixteenth person, send him to cultivator Jun!”

“Is anyone dead?”

“Not yet!”

The sidewalk leading to the room was full of lying dead bodies and noisy bystanders. Wen Jing tiptoed across the bodies and finally returned to his room.

“Jun Shixiong…”

The door was wide opened, and a disciple in coma lay flat on the ground. Jun Yanzhi, sitting on his knee with long grown over his shoulders, turned a deaf ear to the surrounding.

Wen Jing's heart relaxed a little.

The demonic cultivator took action ahead of schedule and let the incident happen at midnight, was much better than the original.

In the original, there was Protection barrier on the platform that was necessary for Golden Formation cultivators to tear it to save people. Moreover, there were weapons in disciples' hands, which was inevitable that some people would die in fierce resistance.

However, at midnight, the disciples did not have weapons in their hands. When they went mad, they could wake up the people around them. Therefore, although some people were seriously injured, no one died.