Ten thousand rays of sword light scattered, and the momentum of Thousand Directions Remnant Light was like a rainbow, killing countless ice condensing beasts. In the end, these ice condensing beasts turned into water vapor and dissipated in the air.
Ye Jingwen raised his arm and drew the sword in his hand. Seeing the vast ice field under his feet gradually turning hazy and turning into a rock wall, he smiled.
Although he didn't have any treasures, as a sword cultivator, he had never slacked on refining his natal sword. He practiced diligently every day, so he had always been confident in fighting techniques.
This ancient formation was rather difficult, and because of this, successfully breaking it gave him a sense of accomplishment.
His twenty years of hard work finally didn't go to waste.
After breaking the formation, he waved his arm, and the sword in his hand flew back into the scabbard on his back.
Then, he took out the medicine pouch distributed by the sect and carefully picked the spirit herbs growing around him.
After a while, he scanned the surroundings with his divine sense. He turned around and saw that it was a cultivator from the same sect who was also in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
Ye Jingwen didn't pay much attention to him. Those who could break the formation in such a short time were the elites of the elites, so they usually had a tacit understanding in this situation. If they knew each other, they would work together. If they didn't, they would pretend they didn't see each other.
But soon, Ye Jingwen frowned because the cultivator in the late stage of Foundation Establishment that he didn't know started to pick the spirit herbs around him.
In this cave, although there were no obvious partitions, there were slightly spacious stone rooms, connected by a slightly narrower stone path.
When this person broke the formation, he was in another stone room, but now, he went through the path and picked to the stone room where he was.
Ye Jingwen noticed this person's method of picking herbs. He didn't care if the roots were hurt, he dug up the spirit herbs and stuffed them into the medicine pouch, so his picking speed was much faster than Ye Jingwen's. Moreover, while picking, he kept looking at the spirit herbs on Ye Jingwen's side.
This was clearly a good plan from the beginning. Seeing that Ye Jingwen's picking speed was slower, he rushed to pick some back.
"Senior martial brother." Ye Jingwen couldn't help but speak.
The cultivator was busy and only looked up at him hurriedly.
This attitude was simply treating him like a new Foundation Establishment cultivator!
Ye Jingwen was infuriated. He coldly said, "Have you crossed the line?"
Although the cultivator was busy, he said, "What's the hurry, Junior Martial Brother?
These elixirs don't belong to you alone. When we entered the array, the Sect Leader said that after we pass the test, we have to pick all the elixirs we see. Of course, whoever picks them belongs to them. "
These words sounded reasonable, but it was a little unreasonable.
For cultivators of the same sect like them, wouldn't it be very easy for disputes to arise if they really wanted to snatch it quickly?
Therefore, there were some established conventions that everyone would abide by under normal circumstances.
Not only did this person not abide by the rules, but he was also twisting words and forcing logic. Although Ye Jingwen wasn't a domineering person, as a sword cultivator, how could he allow others to bully him?
He said coldly, "I've already picked the spiritual herbs here. Senior Brother, please leave the stone room!"
The cultivator finally stopped pretending to not see him. He dusted his hands and stood up. He looked at Ye Jingwen and said, "Junior Martial Brother, you look so young. Why do you care about this little bit of spirit medicine?
It's not that Senior Martial Brother wants to compete with you, but with my age, my core-formation is imminent. I can't let go of this opportunity. How about you let me have a go? "
If this person used this reason to explain it to him in the beginning, Ye Jingwen might've allowed it. He was a sword cultivator, so his reliance on medicinal pills was lower than that of mainstream Dharma cultivators.
However, this person took advantage of him first and only said it after everything was over. Moreover, he called himself Senior Martial Brother and didn't sound like he was begging him.
Mo Tiange repeated coldly, "Senior Martial Brother, please leave the stone room."
Seeing that Mo Tiange's attitude was so unyielding, the cultivator looked angry.
He looked at Ye Jingwen and said, "I'm Dong Shiyang, a disciple of Master Daoist Wuliang of Morning Sun Peak and a grand-disciple of Grandmaster Zhenyang. May I ask Junior Martial Brother's title?"
He was using his identity to oppress others.
Ye Jingwen said coldly, "I'm Ye Jingwen, a disciple of Master Daoist Qingyuan of Clear Spring Peak."
Upon hearing what Mo Tiange said, the cultivator's eyes flashed. "So Junior Martial Brother is Grandmaster Jinghe's grand-disciple. Don't blame me for being like this …" He looked Mo Tiange up and down, but his meaning was self-evident.
Ye Jingwen became even more annoyed. Lord Daoist Jinghe's temper wasn't good, so his reputation wasn't very good. However, he never bullied his disciples. This person was also a disciple of Xuanqing School, but he had this kind of attitude. How could Ye Jingwen not be angry?
He immediately said angrily, "Senior Martial Brother, please conduct yourself with dignity. Don't humiliate the grandmaster of Clear Spring Peak!"
"How did I humiliate him?"
Dong Shiyang laughed mockingly. "Junior Martial Brother Ye, you're making something out of nothing. I didn't do anything."
"You —" Ye Jingwen's expression was as dark as still water. Without saying a word, his sword was already unsheathed and hovering next to him.
The cultivator's expression also darkened when he saw Mo Tiange unsheathing his sword. "Junior Martial Brother, could it be that you want to attack a fellow disciple?"
Ye Jingwen also laughed mockingly. "Senior Martial Brother Dong, you're also making something out of nothing. I just unsheathed my sword, yet you're accusing me of attacking you?"
"You —" The cultivator's face also turned pale from anger.
The two of them were ready to fight, and the atmosphere was on the verge of exploding. All of a sudden, a slight explosion came from the side — another person had broken through the formation.
Dong Shiyang turned around and was delighted. "Martial Uncle Bai!"
Ye Jingwen's expression darkened. This person was Lord Daoist Zhenyang's disciple, Bai Yanfei.
Bai Yanfei's expression was very unsightly.
His cultivation level was still in the middle stage of the Foundation Building realm. Although it was quite good for his age, he wholeheartedly wanted to compare himself with talented youths like Qin Shoujing and Li Lingxi who advanced to the Core Formation realm before the age of a hundred.
Xuanqing School had always been famous for producing talented cultivators. In their generation, Qin Shoujing advanced to the Core Formation realm at seventy-eight years old, and Li Lingxi advanced to the Core Formation realm at ninety-six years old. Both of them were worthy of being called geniuses.
As a disciple with a single spiritual root, Bai Yanfei had always disdained to compare himself with other cultivators.
However, he was now fifty-seven years old, yet he was only in the middle stage of the Foundation Building realm. He was almost certain that he couldn't catch up with Qin Shoujing. Even catching up with Li Lingxi would be a bit difficult.
Given Bai Yanfei's arrogant personality, this was really unbearable for him.
Unfortunately, after entering this Ten Thousand Laws of Nature Formation, he spent a lot of effort to break the formation in the first trial, the Five-Spirits Killing Body, and he even put himself in a very difficult situation, so he was very annoyed.
Now that he heard someone calling him, he glared at them and said, "What's your name?!" His tone was quite unpleasant.
Dong Shiyang greeted him enthusiastically, but he was stunned by Bai Yanfei's retort. However, he realized there were other people here, so he immediately pretended he didn't care and still showed a smile. "Martial Uncle Bai, you also came out?"
Bai Yanfei also realized his tone just now was too bad, so he just gave a perfunctory "en" and glanced at the two people then continued to look for a way to go.
How could Dong Shiyang let him leave like this? He immediately said, "Martial Uncle Bai, aren't you going to pick medicinal plants?"
Bai Yanfei actually didn't care much about the reward this time. His master was Xuanqing School's Head Grand Supreme Elder, and he himself had excellent qualifications, so he never lacked medicinal pills.
Nevertheless, picking medicinal plants was his main task this time, so when he heard Bai Yanfei's words, he just casually picked two plants.
Ye Jingwen's complexion turned even greener.
Bai Yanfei didn't pick the medicinal plants from the stone room he came out from. Instead, he just happened to walk to his side and squatted down to pick them!
Seeing Dong Shiyang casting him a complacent glance, Ye Jingwen's expression darkened and he called out, "Martial Uncle Bai!"
Bai Yanfei didn't care at all. He just let out a lazy "en" because he thought Ye Jingwen was greeting him just like Dong Shiyang.
But then, he heard Ye Jingwen say, "Martial Uncle Bai, as an elder, shouldn't you abide by the rules?" Although he tried his best to restrain his anger, his words still carried some anger.
Bai Yanfei stopped, stood up, and turned around. He stared at Ye Jingwen with a frown. "What do you mean?"
Ye Jingwen said, "If you want to pick medicinal plants, you should pick the medicinal plants from the stone room you came out from. This is the place I'm picking. It's fine if you don't restrain the disciples of Morning Sun Peak, but how can you break the rules?"
For a moment, Bai Yanfei didn't seem to understand what Ye Jingwen was talking about. He turned to look at Dong Shiyang, but he saw Dong Shiyang looking at him with fear and trepidation; his attitude was completely different from Ye Jingwen's.
With this contrast, Bai Yanfei's dissatisfaction towards Ye Jingwen also emerged. "What's wrong with you?
Since you're calling me Martial Uncle Bai, how can you talk like that? "
Ye Jingwen was currently in a fit of anger. Seeing that Bai Yanfei not only didn't correct his behavior but also reprimanded him with the tone of an elder, Ye Jingwen sneered. "That depends on how Martial Uncle Bai acts as a martial uncle. You took the lead in breaking the rules, yet you still want to put on the airs of an elder?"
"You —" When had Bai Yanfei ever been reprimanded like that?
Thinking back and forth, aside from his master, only a certain woman from Clear Spring Peak had ever reprimanded him like that. However, that was a memory he didn't want to bring up!
"You're so unreasonable!
Of course these spiritual plants belong to whoever picks them; why can't I pick them here? "
Dong Shiyang chimed in from the side, "That's right. I also don't understand what this Junior Martial Brother Ye is thinking. Presumably, this is the rule of their Clear Spring Peak, but we're not from Clear Spring Peak, so why should we follow it?"
Clear Spring Peak!
These three words ignited Bai Yanfei's anger. He sneered. "So you're from Clear Spring Peak, hmph!
Like I said! "
Ye Jingwen was usually very proud of Clear Spring Peak, so how could he tolerate others insulting Clear Spring Peak? He immediately shouted, "Martial Uncle Bai, since you're a martial uncle, please show some self-respect!"
Bai Yanfei angrily said, "How can I not have self-respect?
Disciple, do you not respect your elders?
It was obviously you who spoke rudely to your elders, yet you still dare to say that I don't have self-respect? "
Ye Jingwen fiercely glared at him. "Martial Uncle Bai, as an elder, you didn't abide by the rules first, didn't restrict your disciples, and even showed disdain towards my Clear Spring Peak. How can you have self-respect?
As a disciple of Clear Spring Peak, we naturally have to respect our elders when we meet them, but if we can't even have self-respect, how can we be worthy of other people's respect? "
"You —" Bai Yanfei's expression changed because his words were too harsh.
When he saw Ye Jingwen's flying sword hovering around him, he also sneered. "Good, you want to fight, right?
That being the case, why are you still looking for excuses? "
Right after he said that, he unreasonably touched his waist and took out the crescent-shaped machete. The machete flashed as he injected his spiritual aura into it.
Seeing that this martial uncle was not only unreasonable but also wanted to fight a junior, Ye Jingwen also became angry. He no longer cared about the school's rule that fellow disciples weren't allowed to kill each other. He raised his arm and pointed, causing the flying sword hovering around him to shine brightly.
Upon seeing this, Dong Shiyang also took out his own magic tool. The situation could be triggered at any moment.
"Bang!"
A loud explosion was heard. Another disciple broke through the formation and was happily picking spiritual plants when he saw the three people facing each other not too far from him. He was shocked. "Senior Martial Brother Ye!" It was Luo Fengxue.