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Chapter 947 - 601 Preparation

Chapter 947: Chapter 601 Preparation

The appearance of Ghost Hand caused many Transcendents to look distressed, especially the two tables from the Taoist sect, with the exception of the mute girl who was quietly eating her food.

Even Li Kun didn’t show a good face to Ghost Hand, and those middle-aged men and women looked even more worried.

After all, Ghost Hand had made his name by challenging them.

But luckily, the atmosphere inside the hotel was still quite good.

Particularly, the Confucian Transcendent, Sword in Wine, was going around trying to get everyone to drink with him, creating a lively atmosphere.

The wine gourd looked small, but the wine seemed to flow out of it endlessly.

It seemed he was an old drunkard.

Though the gathering was for the sake of eliminating foreign forces and the Tianyan Association, it also served as a rare opportunity for the Transcendents to come together over the years.

At ordinary people’s gatherings, the chat would probably be about work, family, or friends bragging to each other.

But at Transcendents’ gatherings, they would talk about how many disciples they had taken on, how many magical skills they had developed... and also take the chance to brag.

Li Changhe even heard a few Transcendents discussing how to have their disciples deal with the Japanese Transcendents and such matters.

It seemed they were already planning to use the Japanese Transcendents and the Tianyan Association as whetstones to sharpen their disciples.

There was no sense of imminent battle tension.

After all, almost all of the well-known experts of the Association had come, and they were not worried about any mishaps.

At the same time, Li Changhe noticed that some Transcendents’ gazes lingered on the four of them.

Especially the Sect Leader of the Golden Bone Sect, who was staring at Li Changhe with a very strange expression in his eyes.

"What’s his deal?" Li Changhe asked.

"Actually, Master Kongchan of the Buddhist sect is quite a blabbermouth. So, they already know that last night an Extraordinary Soldier suddenly emerged and killed the Tianyan Association’s Wu Ma, using a set of powerful cross-training skills," Pan Ke explained. "And the Golden Bone Sect is the strongest cross-training faction in the Association, apart from the Buddhist sect. That Sect Leader is probably wondering where you came from and exactly which cross-training magical skill you’re using."

"If he asks, I’ll just say it’s the Military Family’s Skill. In this era, there are no Extraordinary Soldiers, so whatever I say goes," Li Changhe said with a grin.

Being the only Extraordinary Soldier of this era until Evolution Game appeared, he could mark it as his own unique discipline; nobody could dispute it. If Li Changhe boldly claimed to be a descendant of the General Chiyou, nobody could object. Heh heh...

Compared to Li Changhe, the other three were not in such an easy position.

The Fish Pond Master was alright, as the situation he was worried about hadn’t occurred.

After all, in real history, his father had not come to Yanyun. As long as no more Transcendents were summoned to Yanyun for the following actions, he wouldn’t have much to be embarrassed about.

But it was different for Qiu Wentian; she had a strong aura of Confucian karma about her and had also learned some Confucian swordsmanship and magical skills.

As a result, Sword in Wine from the Confucian sect was looking at her from time to time, probably feeling that the girl seemed familiar.

In return, Qiu Wentian rolled her eyes at him more than once.

Technically, Sword in Wine was her senior in terms of their sect.

However, she was currently very angry with the Confucian Transcendents.

Stay-young... stay your head young! Give me back my body!

When Qiu Wentian thought about this, she looked down at her petite frame, then remembered Chen Yu, who was also not tall but with a figure that was incomparably better than hers.

Angry, she ate another large bowl of rice!

She complained to Li Changhe more than once that she should have been as eye-catching as Chen Yu, but it was all ruined by the Confucian Transcendents’ Stay-young.

Actually, Li Changhe really wanted to point out, you’ve only been a disciple of the Confucian sect for a month or two... But since he owed her a favor, he let it slide.

As for Pan Ke, he was actually the one who felt the most uncomfortable, burdened with immense psychological pressure.

This was because his seniority here was very, very low.

Firstly, Daoist Li Kun was his great-ancestor.

The second-generation disciples, namely Li Kun’s disciples—the mute girl and her several fellow brothers and sisters—were Pan Ke’s grandmasters.

The third-generation disciples were the disciples taught by these forefathers, one of whom was Pan Ke’s father and also his master.

Now, still guarding the sect at the mountain gate.

Pan Ke, as a fourth-generation disciple, was two or three generations below the Daoist experts present.

Yet these people addressed him as Daoist Brother and Daoist Companion and the likes. It put a lot of pressure on him.

On the other side, by the Round Table where Li Kun was sitting.

A woman in her fifties glanced at Pan Ke not far away and said, "That unfamiliar Daoist friend... is he using our magical skill? Not from the Quanzhen School?"

"No," a middle-aged man beside her replied, "indeed it’s our Zhengyi magical skill. But I am quite certain that he is not from our sect."

Another middle-aged person responded, "The deep karma he carries is not inferior to our second-generation disciples. I don’t know where the master found him."

"Master, could he be your illegitimate..." A middle-aged man was about to speak when Li Kun, who had been drinking tea all this while, waved his hand and slapped it on the man’s shoulder.

The next second, the middle-aged man was sent flying into the wall, making a conspicuous human-shaped dent in the wall of the hotel.

The scene went silent for a moment, then became lively once again.

The Transcendents didn’t care; on the contrary, they admonished their disciples not to talk nonsense like that senior, or else they would be beaten to death—not everyone was as lucky as Ghost Hand...

A few seconds later, the middle-aged man sat back at his seat with a dusty face, bowing his head to eat his meal.

Li Kun gave his disciple a glance and hummed, "Not focusing on cultivation, but sure talk a lot. Should learn more from the mute girl."

After scolding his talkative disciple, he turned and gave the mute girl, who was sitting beside him, another chicken leg.

"But she can’t even speak," the middle-aged disciples thought to themselves, complaining about Li Kun’s partial treatment, but they didn’t dare to say it out loud.

The mute girl indeed was the strongest among them, having become an Earth Level Extraordinary at such a young age.

It was only natural for the master to be partial to her.

"Eat more, strengthen your body," Li Kun said to the mute girl in a low voice, with a tone filled with a bit of regret and pity.

Then he turned to his middle-aged disciples and asked, "How is the preparation going?"

"We have already located the hiding places of those people," the middle-aged man replied.

"Hmm... after this matter is finished, you go and challenge Ghost Hand, win back some face for our sect," Li Kun stated.

"But... Master, we really can’t beat Ghost Hand," the middle-aged man’s expression turned awkward: "We can’t always expect the mute sister to save us, can we?"

Last time they were beaten badly; if it wasn’t for the mute girl fighting Ghost Hand to a standstill, they would have lost all face for their sect.

"Hmph," Li Kun snorted coldly, "at this point, does he dare to fight back? Watch me beat him to death!"

"Eh? You are going to take action?" The middle-aged man was stunned, "But... he won’t give you face. He will surely fight back!"

"What was then was then, and what is now is now," Li Kun’s face soured for some reason, sounding as if he was annoyed and embarrassed, he said, "Just do as I tell you!"

"Yes, yes, yes... once this matter is over, I’ll beat up Ghost Hand! I’ll definitely win respect for you, Master!" While agreeing verbally, the middle-aged man was internally lamenting, unsure of how Ghost Hand had managed to provoke the master again.

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