AGM 281 - Swords And Daggers Drawn
Swords and daggers were drawn and being pressed to his throat; this was what Qin Wentian was feeling now.
Bailu You was also in the group, as he was the one that led all these Divine Inscriptionist Grandmasters over. However, the wine drinker's heart was not in the wine, his motives were different from the rest. He didn't really wish for Qin Wentian to hand the ancient scroll over, he only wanted Qin Wentian to feel the pressure.
And when Qin Wentian began caving in from the pressure, he would naturally do the 'good-guy act' and step out to offer him hope.
Hence, Bailu You currently stood to the side, watching the current scene unfold with a faint smile on his face.
But at this moment, the sounds of footsteps rang out. Bailu You turned his head only to see a newly arriving group rush over. It was the large-eyed elder, together with Bailu Yi, Bailu Jing and their father.
"Did that lass think that they would be able to stop this, just with the appearance of the Great Elder?"
Bailu You naturally could discern what Bailu Yi was thinking. As the newcomers arrived, Bailu You stood up and bowed slightly, "Great Elder."
"Mhm." The large-eyed elder casually nodded, yet he was feeling extremely confused in his heart. He only tagged along because he was feeling bored; Bailu Yi had only told him that there would soon be a good show to watch.
Bailu You suddenly noticed the arrival of his father, Bailu Tong as well. Bailu Tong nodded in response, he knew that the large-eyed elder was on his way here, which was why he decided to join in as well.
His scheme must not be spoiled by Bailu Yi.
The fourth-ranked Grandmasters didn't show any signs of impatience. They merely remained silent, with no hint of their thoughts showing on their faces as they noted the arrival of Bailu Tong and the large-eyed elder.
They weren't impatient, and neither was Qin Wentian. He merely stood at one side, appearing extremely relaxed.
Eventually, one of the fourth-ranked Grandmasters, with sunken eyes and a high nose, couldn't hide his greed any longer. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze resembling a poisonous serpent and stared straight at Qin Wentian, causing the latter to feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Qin Wentian." Three bodyguards stood behind him, all of them at the ninth level of Yuanfu. The Inscriptionist himself was an old man that had a cultivation base at the seventh level of Yuanfu. "You wanted us to personally pay you a visit? This is the first time I've met a third-ranked piece of crap so arrogant that he would even dare request us fourth-ranked Grandmasters to personally pay him a visit."
"Senior must be joking." Qin Wentian pointed to the path behind the old man as he smiled.
"What do you mean I'm joking?" The old man's gaze bore into Qin Wentian's.
"I had no intention of asking Senior to pay me a visit, I think Senior must have been mistaken. Oh, the pathway is just over there, so please don't let me take up more of your time, Senior. Good day." Qin Wentian's smile grew even wider. His implied meaning was obvious-it was not I who wanted to meet with you, but you who wanted to meet with me. But if you don't wish to meet me, the path is right there, goodbye.
"You..." How could the old man fail to understand Qin Wentian's meaning, his caved-in eyes became more sunken, as glints of cold light erupted forth.
"What's the use of a sharp tongue? Wanting us to leave right after we've just arrived, aren't you overestimating yourself too much?" the old man sharply retorted.
An expression of pity appeared on Qin Wentian's face. "Senior, are you a retard?"
As the sound of Qin Wentian's voice faded, the countenance of the old man instantly sank. Qin Wentian was calling him an idiot in front of everyone?
Ever since he stepped into the ranks of the fourth-ranked Divine Inscriptionists, nobody had dared to humiliate him. A terrifying pressure emanated out from his three ninth-level-Yuanfu bodyguards, gushing towards Qin Wentian.
As long as the old man gave a command, they would immediately attack.
"I will give you a chance to apologize." The old man's countenance had already turned bone-chillingly cold. It was still too early to contend for the ancient scroll, but right now, for the matter of his humiliation, he first wanted Qin Wentian to apologise.
"Senility has no cure." The expression of pity disappeared from Qin Wentian's face, his gaze turning sharp as he stared at the old man in front of him.
These people were too much, wanting to use pressure to overwhelm him. How could he still remain even-tempered in his heart? In front of so many Grandmasters, out of respect for the rank they held, Qin Wentian initially still tried to be courteous.
But since that old man refused to reciprocate his kindness, why would he still fear to break the pretence of cordiality?
"Impudent!" the three bodyguards roared, as they dashed forwards. However, even before they could gather any momentum, the coldness of Qin Wentian's voice penetrated their hearts. "If you take another step forward, die."
As the sound of the word 'die' faded away, a glacial killing intent erupted forth from Qin Wentian, so frigid it caused people to tremble involuntarily.
In the face of such killing intent, the three bodyguards actually felt fear. Even with the advantage of their higher cultivation bases, their instincts were telling them that the young man in front of them was truly capable of carrying out his threat.
With just a single sentence from Qin Wentian, the entire mountain slope was filled with silence.
The gentle breeze gusted past as the lush green grass swayed in tandem.
Qin Wentian's eyes were like ice-cold blades drilling right into that of the fourth-ranked Grandmaster.
"I've already indulged you enough by addressing you as 'Senior', yet you overstepped your boundaries time and time again just because you don't understand your limitations. Since you are unable to understand the meaning of my words when I put it across nicely, let me reiterate once again," Qin Wentian icily stated, "I, Qin, am training my cultivation here in the White Deer Institute's back mountains. If you want to come, just come, if you want to leave, what does it have to do with me? Don't give me pretty words such as 'requesting you to pay me a visit', I don't give a damn about what you want to do. First, I'm not a junior of your sect. And second, I have no need to seek your help, so why would I need to request you to pay me a visit? If you have nothing here, then get out of my face."
Qin Wentian's overwhelming words caused everyone in the vicinity to freeze as unknown emotions flickered in their eyes.
Arrogant, this brat truly stank of arrogance.
Although Qin Wentian's words were logical, only those with the power to back up one's words would be taken seriously in this cultivation-oriented world. Who wouldn't show a modicum of respect to these esteemed fourth-ranked Grandmasters? Yet Qin Wentian's speech was like a harsh slap to their faces.
One could say that with a single sentence, Qin Wentian instantly offended that fourth-ranked Grandmaster. Even if he survived today, there were too many methods that fourth-ranked Grandmaster could employ to deal with someone at the Yuanfu Realm.Even the large-eyed elder was wiping away the sweat from his forehead, where did this brat get his confidence from?
Glancing at Bailu Yi who was standing by his side, the large-eyed elder started in surprise. Bailu Yi's eyes flickered with a hint of assuredness, appearing extremely at ease. Her confidence in Qin Wentian wouldn't lose out to the confidence Qin Wentian had in himself.
Grandmaster Fenrir merely smiled and silently watched on.
He wanted to see how Qin Wentian would solve the situation today.
As for that old man with the sunken eyes, his countenance turned increasingly malevolent from Qin Wentian's words.
'If you have nothing here, get out of my face?'
A junior at the Yuanfu Realm dared to speak in this manner with him?
'If you take another step forward, die.'?
Where did he get his confidence from?
Unless, Qin Wentian's attainment had soared even higher after acquiring the ancient scroll inheritance from the Ascendant, allowing him to inscribe even more marvelous peak-tier third-ranked formations. Could it be that Qin Wentian assumed that by borrowing power from peak third-ranked formations, he would be able to deal with them?
"Brother Liang, the temper of juniors nowadays is truly fiery, indeed." A black-faced, middle-aged man laughed. The Brother Liang he was referring to, was naturally the fourth-ranked Inscriptionist with the sunken eyes.
"If we weren't within the grounds of the White Deer Institute, that Qin brat would have already died ten over times based on Brother Liang's temper," the black-faced, middle-aged man stated. The old man narrowed his sunken eyes, wondering why they were wasting so much time conversing with Qin Wentian. It didn't matter if they were in the White Deer Institute or not. They could just kill him and plunder the ancient scroll away.
However, since the White Deer Institute allowed them to enter, it meant that they too, hadn't yet obtained the ancient scroll and wanted to use the fourth-ranked Grandmasters as pressure to force Qin Wentian to give in. Both parties understood the intentions of each other clearly.
Hence, all of them were still spectating, waiting with bated breath. Because the old man with the sunken eyes had the most impatient nature, he was the one selected to start the ball rolling, making things difficult for Qin Wentian.
"Indeed, this young pup has no respect for his elders. He ought to be punished," added another person.
This man had a flowing white beard and looked akin to an immortal. He was already above 150 years of age and had stepped into the level of a fourth-ranked Inscriptionist for a very long time. This old man was extremely well known in the Moon Continent and had even instructed many Grandmasters of the current era before.
"Eccentric Song feels this way as well?" The black-faced, middle-aged man laughed. After which, the old man with the sunken eyes glanced at Eccentric Song as he asked, "How does Eccentric Song feel that this young pup should be punished?"
"Fenrir, do you have any thoughts on this?" Eccentric Song stroked his beard, shifting his gaze onto Grandmaster Fenrir.
"Don't ask me. I'm already acquainted with this little brother from back then. I'm only here today as a spectator. I won't participate in whatever you guys have planned." Fenrir smiled as he shrugged. Seeing how confident Qin Wentian was, Fenrir believed that Qin Wentian had already made his preparations. In that case, he would merely wait to watch the good show.
"In that case, the scroll of the Ascendant?" Eccentric Song's eyes narrowed as they flashed with sharpness.
"None of my concern as well. If you guys have the capabilities to obtain it, take it away then." Fenrir nonchalantly waved his hands.
"Excellent, excellent." Eccentric Song laughed, there was one less competitor for the inheritance.
"For his rudeness, he should be slaughtered." At this moment, a voice drifted from the back of the crowd. As the black-faced, middle-aged man shifted his glance over, he broke out into a smile, "Ghaus, to think you are here as well."
"I, Ghaus, knew this brat since a long time ago. He has no respect for his elders, and has the ambition and heart of a wild wolf. The inheritance would only be wasted in his hands. We must slaughter him, and I'm sure the White Deer Institute wouldn't be so stupid as to go against all of us." Ghaus's voice was filled with coldness.
"Ghaus, you are shameless." Bailu Yi cursed. Just because of his grudge with Qin Wentian back then, Ghaus wanted to use it as an excuse to kill him today. How ruthless.
"Miss Bailu, does your White Deer Institute really wish to go against us?" Ghaus wasn't angry, he smiled indifferently instead. The crowd then shifted their gaze onto the large-eyed elder and Bailu Tong. It seemed that the fourth-ranked Grandmasters had already made their stance clear, the next step would be to see how the White Deer Institute would react.
Bailu Tong sneered as he said in an extremely audible whisper, "We will see how he chooses then."
Evidently, Bailu Tong wanted to shift the pressure back onto Qin Wentian, forcing him to make his decision.
These fourth-ranked Grandmasters were all out for his blood. Did he want the ancient scroll, or his life?
These Grandmasters were all highly revered and extremely famous in the Moon Continent and had determined his death with but a question and a few cold smiles. It was as though his life wasn't worth crap.
And Ghaus actually revealed himself just to hit him when he was down?
Qin Wentian showed no fear at all. He calmly turned his gaze onto them as he slowly spoke, "Cut the crap. Why do you all need to waste so much time beating around the bush when your objectives are as clear as day? The ancient scroll is not in my possession, even if I did have it on me, it'll be a cold day in hell before I give it up to losers like you."