Chapter 1049: Money For Passage

"Why do you mock all ten Demiurge-Flawed? I feel that the reason the sect founded by them is called the Residence of Nine Supremes is probably because one of them had a clear estimation of himself and dared not to call himself a 'supreme'. It can be seen from this that there is still a wise person among the Demiurge-Flawed Ten who knows how to judge the situation and has a clear estimation of his strength. You shouldn't generalize the ignorance of others. However, the nine in front of us are those stupid ones who do not know the height of the sky!"

A middle-aged man in a blue robe walked out slowly, his voice full of contempt.

"Sect Leader and Masters said that our cultivation base is not strong enough, so we are not qualified to go to Mount Penta-Tier. However, since even fools like the Demiurge-Flawed Ten can go, how can we be worse than them? Masters are really making a mountain out of a molehill," said another man in an enigmatic tone.

"Nonsense! Masters didn't let us go because they knew about the level of fighting strength in the battle of the Celestial Luck Banner. Yes, we are stronger than those good-for-nothings, but we are indeed not qualified to participate in the battle. Otherwise, aren't we as foolish as those who overreach themselves?" Another man said in a sarcastic tone.

How could Yun Yang not know what was going on now?

All this was simply because the elite of Illusory Sword Sect had gone to the battle of the Celestial Luck Banner, while a group of eliminated, unconvinced disciples waited here for ordinary sects who had not yet passed. These men's intention was obvious. Their so-called money for passage was just an excuse, and their real purpose was nothing more than to prove themselves by defeating the relatively weak sects. Moreover, if they succeed, they could also reduce one opponent for their sect.

Admittedly, it was a well-thought plan.

Yun Yang said lightly, "Since they all dared to jump out and even mentioned the name of your Masters, who among us would like to pay for this passage?"

Before Sun Mingxiu and the others could speak, Hu Xiaofan jumped out and said loudly, "Master, let me pay for the passage!"

Without waiting for Yun Yang's answer, he had already rushed out as if he was afraid that the others would take his chance away.

Lin Xiaorou clutched her pocket nervously and her face was full of reluctance. "Do we really have to pay for the passage? Can we pay less? I only have two superior-grade spiritual jades in my pocket, and I've worked so hard to save them."

Bai Yexing felt amused. "You don't really think Master is going to pay, do you?"

Just as they were talking, Hu Xiaofan's cocky voice rang out, "So, you want us to pay you money for the passage? No problem! I may not have anything else, but I certainly have money! In fact, I have thousands of superior-grade and supreme-grade spiritual jades in my bag! As long as any one of you can defeat me, I promise all of you will have no worries about food and clothing from now on, and have enough resources to cultivate to the realm of Saint Lords! Come on, which one of you is going to come out and fight me? What great things can you achieve by talking all the time?"

Hearing that, all the disciples of Illusory Sword Sect flew into a rage, and one of them shouted angrily, "How dare you, a little boy who is still wet behind the ears, challenge us! I think you'd better call your adults here! My name is..."

Hu Xiaofan interrupted him, "Stop! You don't have to waste time telling me your name. I already know your name and all of you."

The man did not understand and said, "What are you talking about?"

Arms akimbo, Hu Xiaofan laughed and said, "Your names are corpses!" He threw his head back and burst into laughter, then said, "Anyone who insults my Master and Residence of Nine Supremes will face death!"

The man was stunned for a brief moment before he roared furiously, "You are going to die, little punk!"

Before his voice had died away, he had already drawn his weapon and rushed up in a murderous manner. Unfortunately, Hu Xiaofan was faster than him. He had just finished speaking when Hu Xiaofan pulled out his sword and rushed at him.

As Hu Xiaofan pulled out his sword, a sudden thunderclap crackled in the sky and a brief moment of darkness manifested. Seeing this, the leader of the opposite camp gave a cry of alarm and immediately warned, "Back off now!"

But, his warning came too late!

Hu Xiaofan's opponent only saw a dazzling light, and then his eyes were temporarily blinded while his mind became chaotic, causing him to forget the move he wanted to use. At this moment, he was flustered and confused, and his heart was filled with an extreme fear.

This state lasted only for a short moment because he felt a chill on his neck, and then all the negative feelings disappeared!

Well, it should be said that all his senses had disappeared, because he had completely lost consciousness, so he could naturally no longer feel anything.

Blood spattered in all directions.

There was a faint smile on Yun Yang's face. Hu Xiaofan's performance in this battle was laudable, especially how swiftly and cleanly he finished off his opponent. The latter reached out a hand and grabbed the man's head as he asked casually, "Is this enough to pay for the passage?"

The leader's face suddenly turned pale as he asked in a trembling voice, "You... who are you?"

Hu Xiaofan looked up at him and said, "I'm Hu Xiaofan, the second disciple of the Residence of Nine Supremes's Central Peak! Who else wants the money for passage?"

The man asked again, "Are you the seed disciple who will take part in the battle of the Celestial Luck Banner?"

His heart was suddenly filled with fright, and he felt absurd.

'Is this the disciple of the Demiurge-Flawed Ten? This... Why is this so dreamy?'

Hu Xiaofan sneered, "Are you the next one to take money for passage from me?"

The man trembled more violently and was drenched with cold sweat as he said in a very weak voice, "This...this is a misunderstanding! We..."

Hu Xiaofan burst out laughing. "Misunderstanding? In the martial world, only the strong are respected. How can there be a misunderstanding? I have only one question for you now—do you still want to collect money for the passage?"

Hearing that, the man immediately said, "No, we won't collect anything! We don't dare to collect anything from you! This is a misunderstanding..."

Hu Xiaofan glared at him and said angrily, "Misunderstanding? I just said it was not a misunderstanding. Do you take my words for nothing? Now, it's your turn to pay me for the passage! Are you paying or not?"

At the rear, Cheng Jiajia looked puzzled and asked, "What is Xiaofan talking about? Why is he asking them to pay for the passage?"

With a smile on his face, Sun Mingxiu explained, "The money they asked us for just now is for this mountain road, but the one Hu Xiaofan asked them for is for their lives. Both are paying for passage, but the meaning is different. However, in essence, this is still the principle of the strong being respected, and the one with the bigger fist setting the rules."

Yun Xiuxin, too, looked enlightened as she said, "Yes, this is the principle of the strong being respected, and the one with the bigger fist setting the rules."

Just then, Hu Xiaofan shouted, "You don't want to pay for the passage, do you? Fine, I don't want it either! I think I'd better just kill you!"

The sword in his hand flashed, and then he rushed into the opposite crowd alone!