Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1520 - 1513: Elder Visits

Chapter 1520: Chapter 1513: Elder Visits

The group stayed until the afternoon, and only then did the outside begin to bustle. Soon, a disturbance arose outside the door, and Cheng Ziang took the initiative to go out and check. Seeing the mayor standing at the gate, pacing back and forth anxiously like a dog that is eager yet dares not to overstep.

Seeing Cheng Ziang appear, he was suddenly thrilled and kept waving at him.

"What’s the rush?" Cheng Ziang walked up to the mayor at a leisurely pace and asked languidly.

"Our trouble is coming; the people from the Wuyun Sect are here looking for us, asking us to lead them to you," the mayor sighed and said.

"Then let them come to us. I was actually planning to wait for them here," Cheng Ziang shrugged, unfazed.

"I’ve always said, if you Manor Lords had the capability, you could have just flattened the Wuyun Sect, and no one would seek revenge at your doorstep," the mayor said helplessly, shaking his head.

"We’re taking up your cause; at this point, you’re not thinking of backing out, are you?" Cheng Ziang chuckled, "Go and bring them over. I want to have a good talk with them."

"Talk? This isn’t something that can be resolved by just talking. The Wuyun Sect has dispatched over twenty skilled fighters, clearly here to make trouble," said the mayor.

"They will talk with us properly. Go call them over, don’t waste time here," Cheng Ziang waved his hand and said.

"Sigh..." Seeing his confident demeanor, the mayor sighed and said helplessly, "I hope you take care, Manor Lord. If you can resolve this matter, I’ll surely repay you in the future."

After that, he bowed and led his people away from the gate.

After seeing off the mayor and his group, Cheng Ziang hurried back inside and addressed everyone, "Guests are coming, Mages protect the Saint, and the guardians prepare for battle."

"Wow, we’re going to fight, yay!" Hu Daoke excitedly picked up the Yuanzi machine gun.

"Old Hu, find a machine gun position, set up the machine gun and stand by. Yue’er, find a high ground, set up the sniper rifle to control the field, Feng and I will meet the guests," Cheng Ziang commanded methodically.

"I can help too," said Luo’er, pointing at himself.

"You’re the Saint, what’s the rush? Stay inside the house, watch for the right moment to strike, and intimidate these petty people. We’re going to make a name for ourselves with this battle, and everyone will know your name," Cheng Ziang glanced at him and said.

"How will Luo’er, staying inside, know the situation outside, and then strike at the right moment?" Tangmo blinked and asked.

Hearing this question, Cheng Ziang rolled his eyes and shook his head, "If Luo’er doesn’t have even this capability, there’s no need for him to be a Saint."

"Luo’er has me, you fool!" At that moment, Fulajie’er suddenly appeared mid-air, incessantly taunting Tangmo.

"Alright, people are coming, let’s get ready," Cheng Ziang said, taking off the knife from his back.

He drew the knife and placed it aside, then took out the components of the scabbard and began assembling it.

The reason for assembling the scabbard was that when it was worn on the back, the side of the blade was open, facilitating drawing the knife from behind. If to be worn at the waist, the open part needed to be enclosed with components to avoid cutting hands.

Feng didn’t need to do this, as she had two knives; the Kedal metal blade on her back and the blue-and-white porcelain long knife tucked at her waist. For her, as long as there was no confrontation, the porcelain long knife was sufficient, and she liked this knife very much.

After assembling the scabbard, the noise from outside came just in time. Cheng Ziang sheathed his knife and tucked it at his waist. After exchanging a knowing glance with Feng, they left the house together and headed for the gate.

As soon as they reached the gate, they saw a crowd of people, almost completely blocking the entire street. Among these people, there were not only individuals from the Wuyun Sect but also spectators.

Facing the densely packed crowd opposite him, Cheng Ziang smiled faintly, then took a step forward and stood in the middle of the street; the crowd immediately stopped, with the warriors from the Wuyun Sect all warily eyeing this somewhat arrogant man.

Cheng Ziang scrutinized these people carefully. The members of the Wuyun Sect wore a standard uniform, which was very compact and suitable for movement. However, the material and color matching were relatively messy, failing to be entirely uniform.

Their weapons were primarily swords and blades, including a number of long pole weapons, such as spears, lances, and broadswords.

Facing these people, Cheng Ziang suddenly realized an important issue: he hadn’t figured out exactly what path of cultivation the Wuyun Sect specialized in.

From what they understood, the Nine Streams mostly flowed through the marketplace, and it was rare for them to establish sects. In contrast, those following the Dual Dao frequently established sects as a tradition.

But such a question could also be analyzed because if it were a sect of the Royal Dao, it would undoubtedly be popular and wouldn’t end up in such a forsaken place. After all, the Royal Dao is very popular both in Kyushu and Fengyu.

The Ba Path may also lead to prominence, but since its cultivation is relatively convenient and it possesses abundant resources, it often ranks a notch lower than the Royal Dao.

Hence, from this perspective, the Wuyun Sect was likely just a sect of the Ba Path, and which specific faction they belonged to wasn’t particularly important. Within the Ba Path, the only truly strong faction is Banshan, while the rest mostly belong to the lesser, more passive factions.

Of course, this statement isn’t comprehensive because the cultivation system in the East Continent itself has blurred boundaries; it merely sets a rough standard based on the type of cultivation, which doesn’t mean that the standards cannot be crossed.

For instance, Cheng Ziang had encountered Yichuan Long, a typical expert of the Dual Dao. To him, the concept of factions was meaningless. He had cultivated to a transcendent realm where he could both release and fortify himself with magic.

Thus, from this aspect, the so-called Dual Dao is merely an excuse for the mediocre to lazily find justification. In fact, true powerful cultivators usually practice Dual Dao Cultivation.

Specifically for the Ba Path factions, the differences among them are even smaller; all emphasize fortification through force, which means using magic to strengthen oneself. Therefore, it’s possible that the Wuyun Sect primarily focuses on Banshan, with secondary focuses on Zhongyan and Banshan, as the differences between these factions are not significant.

"Is it you who injured our sect’s disciples?" Seeing Cheng Ziang appear, a man who led the group stepped forward and coldly questioned him.

Cheng Ziang glanced at him briefly; he was around thirty or forty years old, with a rather burly physique. His square face sported dense stubble spreading from his temples to his chin.

Although he was questioning and the tone was strong, this man looked quite subservient, not at all appearing like someone coming to make trouble but rather like he was there to apologize.

"How so? I haven’t injured your sect’s disciples, I merely taught them a little lesson, which everyone around here can see clearly. Why don’t you ask them?" Probably thinking the man’s appearance lacked intimidation, Cheng Ziang also appeared very calm, shrugging his shoulders with a not-quite-smiling expression.

"This..." Hearing his words, the man’s face looked ugly. He glared back at the disciples who had returned to report, and then turned back, saying seriously, "But you destroyed their weapons!"

"Are you gathering such a crowd to make me pay for the weapons?" Cheng Ziang asked with a mocking tone.

Apparently angered by his words, the man’s face turned ugly, and he stood there for a long time before he calmed down and asked, "May I know your name?"

"I am the Guardian of the Azure Dragon under the Saint," Cheng Ziang quickly introduced himself, then asked in return, "And how may I address you?"

"Broken Army, elder of the Wuyun Sect," the man said with a bow.

"Nice to meet you, Elder Broken Army," Cheng Ziang bowed slightly in respect.

"You are too kind," Seeing Cheng Ziang’s gesture, Broken Army seemed at a loss. After hesitating for a while, he also slightly inclined his body, returning the greeting.

"Since everyone is here, we already know what needs to be done. Let’s not waste words and get straight to the point," Cheng Ziang said.

"What needs to be done? We are here to demand an explanation. We cannot just let this matter go," Broken Army said expressionlessly.