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Chapter 213: Piddling Master Coldsnort!

A Will Eternal – Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Piddling Master Coldsnort!

Three days later at dawn ….

Bai Xiaochun was not in a good mood. The more he thought about the outbreak of war between the two sects, the worse his feelings became. On top of that, he now realized that the only reason he went together on a diplomatic mission was because of his outstanding appearance for the elder.

If not for that, he could have taken advantage of his absence to sneak into the woman's immortal cave and search for a relic that could not be broken forever. However, after reminding himself of how tightly guarded it was, he shook his head.

Inwardly, he scowled miserably, but to everyone who looked at him, he only looked cold and creepy.

After leaving his immortal cave, he went to the bottom of Middle Peak, where several cultivators had already gathered. There were about a dozen there, many of them whose faces were grim as soon as they saw him. However, some did not react.

Master God-Diviner was one of the cultivators in the group. As soon as he saw Bai Xiaochun, his expression flickered. Suddenly it seemed to remember something, its eyes turned cold, and it snorted in disdain. Previously, he had been afraid of Bai Xiaochun, but given the Dao oath he made to Miss Xuemei, making him one of his subordinates, his fear had been significantly reduced.

"Everyone is supported by someone strong" he thought, laughing coldly. "Let's see you're trying to make trouble for me now!"

Bai Xiaochun did not pay attention to the various appearances given to him by the other cultivators. He chose a spot near the back of the group to sit cross-legged. There were a few others sitting in the area, but once he arrived, they respectfully gave space. The name Nightcrypt has spread near and far.

Before much time passed, more rays of light appeared. There were people at all levels of the Foundation Establishment stage, and after enough time had passed to burn half an incense stick, Grand Elder Song Junwan appeared, escorted by two blood-removing elders. Everyone got up and held hands to welcome. However, everyone present was surprised that the hot Grand Elder Song Junwan earlier was wearing a different outfit than usual.

She no longer looked too sexy, but rather conservative. Of course, her basic good looks have not changed, and in fact, her new style makes her look, no less beautiful, but more so.

All the cultivators present were shocked, and many of them looked at him with wide eyes.

Song Junwan smiled faintly, his eyes sparkling. Many people were enchanted, and to Bai Xiaochun, his heart started beating faster.

Song Junwan looked towards the group, and when his gaze was fixed on Bai Xiaochun for a moment, his eyes suddenly widened into an angry look.

"Another complicated step!" I thought, even more nervous than before. He immediately raised his alertness. He had come to find that Song Junwan was very difficult to know. Three days before, she had smiled like a flower, but now she was glaring at him. Before he could even begin analyzing the situation, Song Junwan's voice echoed for everyone to hear.

“You will all accompany the patriarch on a diplomatic mission to the Spirit Stream Sect. Behave at your best, and don't lose face because of the Blood Flow Sect! ” He no longer smiled, and his serious tone of voice provoked a nod among the crowd.

It was at that moment that a blood cloud appeared near the Ancestral Peak. A thunderous roar could be heard as the clouds rapidly grew to 300 meters. Then it started to float towards them. Standing above the clouds was an old man wearing a purple robe. He had a tall crown on his head, and regardless of his age, stood upright. He looked threatening without anger, and had a shocking aura that filled everyone with a sensation of madness and depth.

"The Song Clan patriarch!" Bai Xiaochun thought, a tremor was doubling him. He immediately lowered his head. The old man seemed to be completely impossible to judge, as if a strand of divine will from him could cause endless torment.

The other cultivators in the area were also startled, and clasped hands respectfully. "Greetings, Patriarch!"

"Everyone has gathered, I understand," said the patriarch of the Song Clan. "Very good. It was time to go to the Spirit Stream Sect! " When his voice echoed out from the clouds, he stared at the group. That simple gaze made everyone feel as if winter was raging within their bodies, as an intense chill seeped into the depths of their hearts.

Bai Xiaochun was a little surprised. Including this old man, he had now seen two patriarchs of the Bloodstream Sect, the first one being the Limitless Patriarch. Of the two of them, Bai Xiaochun argued that the Limitless Patriarch was not quite as frightening as the patriarch of the Song Clan.

"Oh, right," he thought. “Patriarch Limitless has recently become a patriarch. He was not that strong, and was also younger than the patriarch of the Song Clan. This person was an old hand; his cultivation base must have been very strong. He might live for years. ” Suddenly, he gasped for breath when he realized that his body had been gripped by an invisible force, and was now flying in the air. He rose, and in the blink of an eye, was above the blood cloud.

To his surprise, even though the surface of the cloud was expanding, it was formidable. Looking down, he could see all the Blood Flow Sects below him. A moment later, a cloud of blood shot into the distance.

Immediately, the ground sped up beneath. From what Bai Xiaochun could tell, even if he went out, he couldn't even go a third this fast.

"So, this is the patriarch ..." he thought, gulping. Looking around, he saw all the other Middle Peak cultivators around him, including Lord God-Diviner. None of them seemed to take things as quietly as Bai Xiaochun; their faces were pale, and they were clearly shocked.

Only Song Junwan and the two blood-teaser elders looked calm. Sitting cross-legged at the very front, surrounded by a spinning vortex, was the Song Clan's shocking and enigmatic patriarch.

She was close enough now that they could see her white hair and wrinkled face. There were even some brown spots on his face.

After the time it took to burn the incense, Bai Xiaochun became accustomed to the speed, and examined his surroundings more closely. There was a defensive spell formation that protected the surface of the clouds, making sure only a slight breeze raised his hair, and nothing more.

"I wonder if I will see Big Fatty Zhang," he thought. "Will he recognize me? Heh hehs. And what about Hou Xiaomei? What if I go and call him Little Sis as Nightcrypt? And there were Zhou Xinqi, Xu Baocai, and Ghostfang …. " The more he thought about everyone, the more he smiled.

Even as he enjoyed his excitement, a cold snort broke his thoughts, and he turned to look at the God-Diviner Master sitting not too far away, a disdainful and cold expression on his face.

"What do you see, Mr Snortlaugh ?!" Bai Xiaochun said coldly.

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, everyone's ears rose. They had felt a lot of pressure because of the patriarch and the old geezer, and did not dare to do anything else sitting still. Now that they had seen something happen between Nightcrypt and Master God-Diviner, they immediately began to get excited.

It was especially true considering the sarcastic words Bai Xiaochun had just spoken. Many of them gaped in shock, temporarily unsure how to react when hearing the words ‘Master Snortlaugh’.

"What did you just say!?" The Diviner-God Master snapped, anger burning in his heart as he glanced at Bai Xiaochun.

"Don't you like that name?" Bai Xiaochun replied coldly, his expression indifferent. "Oh forgive me. I think you like to snort. You've snorted at me a few times so far. If you snort once more, I'll call you Master Snortsnort. "

Of course, his words were just bait. Master God-Diviner gritted his teeth, and to the other cultivators, some of them started laughing out loud.

A moment later, Lord God-Diviner laughed coldly. "You…. Hmph! So what if you have sword qi? You and your clowns around make it impossible for others to practice cultivation. You scum! It's only a matter of time before you get killed by Miss Xuemei! ”

Bai Xiaochun raised his chin proudly. “You claim to have fortune-telling skills, you fraudster? You are just a scam artist! Foretell my ass! Let me tell you what. Nightcrypt knows everything about the starry sky and Yellow Springs! With a single glance, I can know everything there is to know! With a single jolt of my sleeve, I can turn Mr Snortsnort into dust! ”

With the patriarch's reward, no one dared to start a battle. Bai Xiaochun liked it when talking was allowed but fighting was not, and in such a situation, no one was afraid.

As soon as those biting words came out of his mouth, eyes widened among the spectators. Only now did they understand how talented Bai Xiaochun was with his tongue, although they could not help but look down on his arrogance. As for the Diviner-God Master, everyone could see that, although he was angry, he was no match for Bai Xiaochun in the war of words.

"You're really shameless! Hmph! " Gritting his teeth, Lord Diviner snorted coldly, but before he could say anything else, he was bullied by Bai Xiaochun.

"Look! You snorted again, didn't you, Mr Snortsnort !? Look, we need to talk about this. Stop with a snort, okay? If you snorted all the time at the Spirit Stream Sect, one might think you were a pig that changed shape into a human. It will lose face! ” He sighed.

"You!!" Master God-Diviner wasn't sure why, but every time he met this person, his anger was almost out of control. The fact that he was tongue-tied in front of so many people made him so angry that he jumped to his feet.

Bai Xiaochun's eyes flickered coldly, and he waved his right index finger, already starting to fuse blood qi.

When Lord God-Diviner saw that, his heart was racing; he just stood up, he never imagined that his opponent would attack just because of that.

It was then that Grand Elder Song Junwan's cold gaze flashed towards them. "Enough!" he said coldly. “Mr Dewa-Diviner, sit there! Nightcrypt, you're sitting next to me! ”

Taking advantage of the moment, Lord God-Diviner sat down. He was just about to snort coldly when he recalled Bai Xiaochun's words from now on, and held back. In my heart, my hatred grew.

Everyone sat up straight and tall, envious of Bai Xiaochun. He could not only sit next to the old grandfather, which made him closer to the patriarch. At this point, they all realized that they should try to seize opportunities more often in the future.

"Grand Elder, I'm fine here!" Bai Xiaochun said, shrinking back a little. "Why don't I–"

Before he could finish, Song Junwan looked at him coldly and cut, "Come here!"

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