Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1632 - 1625: Disagreement at First Word

Chapter 1632: Chapter 1625: Disagreement at First Word

"If your purpose in coming here is genuine—to invite him with sincerity—then I have no objection. After all, I cannot force the Sacred Guest to remain. But if you came in force to seize him by intimidation, then don’t blame me for showing no courtesy. The Huayu Family may lack other skills, but as long as someone is a guest of ours, I will protect them with everything I’ve got."

Huayu Ting said with hands clasped behind his back, standing slightly to the side.

Huayu Ting’s words left the Wuting Clan visibly awkward and unsure of what to do.

This was because Huayu Ting essentially transferred the decision to the Advance Team, letting them judge for themselves. The problem was, the Advance Team had already been staying in Bicheng Mansion for quite some time, and for the Wuting Clan to come this late to reclaim someone, it was unlikely the Advance Team would follow their arrangements willingly.

Precisely for this reason, Wuting Li attempted to use the Wu Family as leverage to coerce Huayu Ting into handing over the person.

The Wuting Clan knew full well that Huayu Ting had accepted the Advance Team under orders from the Wen Family—this was beyond doubt.

However, the problem lay in the fact that the Huayu Family mostly maintained a neutral stance in Kyushu, with no explicit tendency to favor one side.

Though the eldest son of the Huayu Family, Huayu Xuan, was a minister of the Imperial Court, the family patriarch Huayu Tong was unmistakably a staunch supporter of the Wu Family. Huayu Ting, on the other hand, was a cultivation prodigy whose achievements were profound even at a young age.

It was obvious, purely from reasoning, that such a person could not lean toward the Wen Family—especially since the Wen Family directly harmed the interests of cultivation groups.

Although multiple signs suggested Huayu Ting was under the Wen Family’s orders, his attitude perpetually confused them.

After a long silence, Wuting Yan took a deep breath, his face faintly grim, and clasping his hands, said, "In that case, might I trouble the Young Lord to invite the Sacred Guest out, so we may respectfully inquire about his intentions in person?"

"Are you suggesting I should command the Sacred Guest?" Huayu Ting questioned.

"That’s not what I meant! What I meant is..." Wuting Yan stammered anxiously.

"Why would you assume that I could persuade the Sacred Guest himself?" Huayu Ting sneered coldly, his face mocking. "For the Sacred Guest to grace Bicheng Mansion is already the greatest honor for the Huayu Family. What right or status do I, Huayu Ting, have to issue orders to him?"

"Then what, according to the Young Lord, should we..." Wuting Yan took a deep breath, suppressing his irritation at Huayu Ting.

"Wait. When the Sacred Guest wishes to meet you, I’ll arrange it. Remember, you are requesting my assistance—I don’t owe you anything. If there’s nothing else, I’ll return to the mansion now. Take your time waiting."

Huayu Ting raised his eyebrows, a sardonic smile on his face. He turned slowly, preparing to leave.

"Superior Lord, I told you there’s no need to waste breath on Huayu Ting. That guy won’t give in easily—he’ll only yield to force!" Wuting Li, recovering from the insult, leaned over to Wuting Yan and muttered angrily.

"If you talk behind someone’s back, you’d best watch your tongue—or perhaps your head," Huayu Ting’s imposing voice rang out without him even glancing back.

Wuting Li was stunned by his aura, nervously turning to Wuting Yan for some response.

"Huayu Ting is a natural-born genius, not someone ordinary methods can subdue. Unless absolutely necessary, we must avoid acting recklessly," Wuting Yan took a deep breath and said in a restrained tone.

Though he was nearly infuriated to the point of losing his mind by Huayu Ting, he suppressed his anger in favor of analyzing the situation calmly.

"Superior Lord," Wuting Li said urgently, "we’ve come with an elite force from the sect. Are we to retreat ignominiously just because of one Huayu Ting? What will remain of the Wuting Clan’s dignity? Coming in numbers to someone’s door typically entails drawing blood. If we show cowardice now, how can we command respect in the future?"

After pausing for a moment, he continued, "Furthermore, the Superior Lord stands in the Golden Core Realm, while Huayu Ting is merely at Jiedan Realm. Even if it’s about recovering someone, what do we have to fear? Surely, the Superior Lord’s strength suffices against Huayu Ting."

"And considering our elite forces here, if things truly come to blows, what edge can the Huayu Family realistically gain over us? I implore you to carefully consider this and make a swift decision."

Wuting Li finished speaking, retreating two steps and bowing deeply again, evidently attempting to provoke Wuting Yan into action with his words.

After hearing Wuting Li’s remarks, Wuting Yan closed his eyes and fell into deep thought. Confronting Huayu Ting caused him to ponder, "I’ve cultivated for over sixty years and only recently touched the Golden Core Realm. Yet this young family leader before me stands at thirty and is already brushing against its threshold. In innate talent, I am inferior—but in terms of current strength, I need not fear him."

Thinking thus, Wuting Yan finally exhaled, his internal anxiety gradually subsiding.

Though both sides had considerable numbers, most were rabble—the odds in combat appeared roughly even.

In Kyushu, the outcome of battles often hinged on the strength of the few key individuals. The larger masses were mere fodder, serving as punching bags or experience dispensers during clashes amongst the mighty.

But Wuting Yan seemed to overlook one crucial point—the disparity in their mastery of martial skills, not merely their cultivation levels.

Wuting Yan adhered strictly to Ba Path cultivation, excelling in power and speed. Huayu Ting, on the other hand, practiced Dual Dao cultivation, possessing insights into both the Royal Dao and Ba Path.

To simplify, Wuting Yan focused on strength and speed, whereas Huayu Ting was a quintessential all-rounder—a true five-sided warrior.

Under such circumstances, their disparity in cultivation levels wasn’t enough to grant Wuting Yan a distinct advantage.

Cultivation levels determined a cultivator’s maximum energy reserves. True, Huayu Ting had less energy stored compared to Wuting Yan, but in terms of energy output, Wuting Yan couldn’t measure up to Huayu Ting.

Wuting Yan was the quintessential Kyushu traditional Wu Family elite—focused solely on cultivation, neglecting other pursuits.

Can you believe someone of his age still struggles to properly write their name?

Of course, this isn’t to say Wuting Yan is completely illiterate—he knows enough characters to read cultivation manuals. Nevertheless, his knowledge pales embarrassingly when juxtaposed with Huayu Ting’s.

The Huayu Family, unlike the Wuting Clan, has deep-seated literary traditions. Huayu Ting’s elder brother, Huayu Xuan, pursued scholarly ambitions and became a high-ranking official in Shengyuan Prefecture.

The Huayu ancestors long understood that to maintain neutrality, one must study multiple aspects. Thus, those capable of cultivation focus on cultivation, and those unable to cultivate dedicate themselves to academics, aiming for government positions.

Huayu Ting, gifted since childhood, excelled in both martial and literary disciplines—a true polymath.

It was precisely his wealth of knowledge and formidable martial prowess that gave Huayu Ting his perpetual air of composure, imbuing him with unmistakable leadership charisma.

Of course, those who dared provoke him had experienced the consequences firsthand—leaving the Advance Team with unforgettable memories.

"Huayu Ting, are you determined to refuse to hand him over?" Gaining confidence, Wuting Yan asked with increased assertiveness.

"Did I not instruct you to wait here while I report to the Sacred Guest?" Huayu Ting retorted without the slightest trace of nervousness, his tone as stable as ever.

"Are you truly willing to offend both our Wuting Clan and the Wu Family on behalf of the Sacred Guest and Wen Family? Risking the future of the Huayu Family for these outsiders—is it worth it?" Wuting Yan asked coldly.

"Superior Lord, what do you mean by this? The Sacred Guest is a guest of the Huayu Family—is he someone to be casually commanded by Huayu Ting? Moreover..."

As he spoke, Huayu Ting slowly turned his head, his expression hardening. His voice dropped to an icy tone, "What is the Wuting Clan to presume to threaten the Huayu Family?"

The atmosphere dropped to an immeasurable chill, and everyone held their breath, anticipating what would come next.

Whether it was the observing Advance Team or the soldiers atop the city walls, fists clenched as their hearts began pounding fiercely.

"Feng, take Fula down to mediate—don’t let them start fighting," Luo’er finally broke the silence during the impending confrontation.

"Understood!"

Feng nodded, adjusting his mask. Then, with a swift leap from the city wall, he descended gracefully using his refined Banshan techniques, landing lightly behind Huayu Ting.

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