Chapter 951: A Joint Request

Chapter 951: A Joint Request

"Ren Qingkuang isn't making it up."

Ping Xiaoyi heaved a sigh and joined in the conversation emotively, "There was a rogue cultivator back in the day called Han Yunkong. His nemesis had intentionally or unintentionally said, 'Han Yunkong? You mean Three Pile Dog Poop Han Yunkong?' when people were to mention Han Yunkong in public. Since then, it became a running joke and Three Pile Dog Poop Han Yunkong never left people's lips. Until the day he passed on, the joke didn't die..."

"The scented moniker was his throughout his lifetime, despite his best efforts to wash it away... Until his last moment in this world, he was still cursing the heavens... There's nothing more poignant than a misgiven nickname!"

"His life- long tragedy was caused by this ill-intentioned prank!"

Yun Yang took a deep breath and responded, "It's amazing that this actually happened."

"There are far too many ways in the martial world to kill someone. It's not common to see a moniker killing a person, but it's not entirely unheard of."

Ping Xiaoyi sighed softly, "Once an ill-intentioned name is made up, like 'Lecher of the Decade' or 'Conscienceless Beast', names that are derogatory, and publicized by a group of people, being talked about and bandied about everywhere... It'll plant its roots after some time..."

"A moniker has always been the second life of a martial artist."

"This is why it's better to make one up and circulate it yourself than for someone to make one up for you with less than pure intentions."

Guo Nuanyang felt fervently for the topic as he added, "That's right. Day-Long Assassin... was made up by others. It was never my ambition to be an assassin... but to live up to this name, I became one. Although the outcome is that I'm very much suitable to be one, it's only luck, one fortunate event among many misfortunes."

"If I weren't gifted enough to be an assassin, I would be a laughing stock my whole life, carrying this nickname."

As the group continued to chat and recuperate while cultivating, the atmosphere grew increasingly friendly.

The interaction finally allowed Yun Yang to know the reason these fellows were so reverent and impressed by him.

"The longest we lasted was only for seven days..." Shi Wuchen went closer and lowered his voice, "But you, boss, managed to last for eighteen days. It's spectacular, you managed to perform a feat that we couldn't..."

Yun Yang instantly understood what had happened.

The martial world prioritized capability. To ask a group of prodigies to submit to you, you had to be more superior and talented than they were. His level had obviously surpassed their imagination, so what he received was of course acknowledgment and genuine submission.

"Boss! The nine of us have a joint request!"

Tie Qingcang stood up and spoke humbly, "We hope that you can agree to it."

"Nine of you?" Yun Yang was puzzled. "Where do the nine of you come from?"

The group laughed and answered in a jovial manner, "Wu Menghuan and Luo Dajiang are on their way. They're probably arriving soon, so it's a joint request from the nine of us."

"Then the number of people still doesn't add up. Shouldn't it be the ten of you?"

Yun Yang was mystified. He was probably too spent recently that his mind was not working properly.

"Shi Wuchen is not included, so it's just the nine of us," several people chanted in unison.

Shi Wuchen was enraged.

"I'm warning you, fellows, don't play tricks! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite. Not only am I the second Supreme, but I am also Supreme Sword!"

The seven men were not at all frightened by his blatant threat, all of them retorting coldly, " What is it to you if we're playing tricks? What can you do? What do you dare do?"

"We would collectively ask for you to refrain from deciding on any titles in the Residence of Nine Supremes, other than retaining your position as the main Supreme, Supreme Cloud. We shall decide the second to ninth Supreme based on our capability when everyone's here."

" However, the Residence of Nine Supremes only has room for nine Supremes. The Demiurge-Flawed Ten has ten people. There will surely be two left out. What do we do about this?" said Yun Yang.

"There will be no titles for the last two people. They will only be worthy to serve as the sect's Protectors. They must be out of their minds to be thinking about being a Supreme when they're more inferior to others..."

"Exactly!"

"Still, we must pull Shi Wuchen down first so that he's with us! How can he be the second Supreme? Just because he's more despicable?"

Shi Wuchen was close to vomiting blood.

"You - you fellows..."

Tie Qingcang hollered, "Look, this child actually dares to raise a protest - Brothers, let us first trounce this boy!"

Seven people rushed forward. Not long later, Shi Wuchen was breathing meekly with a swollen face.

"Boss, Shi Wuchen has agreed!" Ping Xiaoyi cried.

Shi Wuchen opened his mouth to issue a retort, but Ren Qingkuang covered his mouth forcefully and said aloud, "Boss, Shi Wuchen admits to it by virtue of silence - there's no protest!"

Seven of them cheered, "Shi Wuchen's a Demiurge-Flawed Ten indeed, how noble and open-minded he is!"

Shi Wuchen struggled with all his might, glaring at his friends, but it was a pity that he could not utter a single word.

"Alright! All ten of you are strongly united. It's decided then! I'll say this first, though. If Shi Wuchen manages to become the second Supreme based on his capability, no one is allowed to disrespect him anymore!"

"The Residence of Nine Supremes is a lawful place!" Yun Yang said with a smirk.

"Agreed!" The group concurred merrily while Shi Wuchen cried out in hopelessness, "I don't..."

His mouth was covered again as seven people thanked Yun Yang, "Thank you, boss, Shi Wuchen has fainted from joy..."

Yun Yang rolled his eyes, acting blind to their actions, but he considered his option of helping the older man. He understood Lan Ruojun and friends' motive. They were all the Demiurge-Flawed Ten; Shi Wuchen had the advantage of being here first, but taking the position above the rest due to that did not sit well with them. If it stretched on, more commotions could happen because of it.

Therefore, Yun Yang agreed to a contest. If Shi Wuchen could win with his proficiency, the rest would have nothing more to say. It was why he agreed so easily. He had no intention of waiting for a show.

"The Residence of Nine Supremes' ranking match shall begin after the training ends. Work hard, everyone!"

"Very well!"

...

Little Fatty ran over.

"Boss! Boss! There are three people who have waited for you for twelve days outside the entrance... They're about to go crazy!"

"Who are they?"

"They are from the General Commerce League," Little Fatty said worriedly, "Are they here to look for trouble?"

Yun Yang recalled his conversation with Feng Guohai the other day and promptly recalled what was going on. He had actually forgotten the entire matter...

It looked like Feng Guohai and colleagues were losing their nerves.

"I'm on my way!"