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The disciples of the Primordial Sword Sect exchanged dismayed glances. Among the sects assigned missions by the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, Long Rainbow Sect was one of them.

While the herb-picking areas were pre-determined, the divisions were only rough estimates. It made sense in theory that herb gatherers might accidentally cross into other sects’ areas. However, in reality, the division was vague, and the herb gatherers were not foolish enough to intentionally venture into other sects’ territories for herbs. The risk outweighed the potential reward, making it highly unlikely.

“Senior Brother, I believe there might be a misunderstanding,” someone spoke up, wearing a pleasant expression.

“Just because you say it’s a misunderstanding, docs that mean it’s a misunderstanding? I personally witnessed him crossing the border to steal medicinal herbs. That’s what I saw. And there might be many more instances I didn’t witness,” Kuang Dingbo sneered.

“I… I didn’t!” The herb gatherer, terrified, quickly defended himself loudly. If this crime was confirmed, he might be beaten to death.

“Did I ask you a question?” Kuang Dingbo suddenly appeared in front of the herb gatherer and kicked him in the chest. The herb gatherer spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying toward a nearby table.

“Bang!”

With a muffled sound, Chen Fei caught the herb gatherer’s body, cushioning the impact and saving his life.

Despite Chen Fei’s intervention, the herb gatherer continued to cough up blood from his mouth and nose. His survival now depended on his resilience.

Kuang Dingbo’s words and actions provoked the anger of the Primordial Sword Sect disciples. The attack on the herb transport convoy had already infuriated them.

“Why, do you want to fight?” Kuang Dingbo stared defiantly at the crowd, his eyes filled with a thirst for battle. “If you can’t explain yourselves properly as martial artists, then let’s fight. The winner will naturally be in the right.” “What is it that you want?” Wen Ziqian stepped forward, locking eyes with Kuang Dingbo. Guo Linshan and the other Marrow Tempering realm senior brothers were absent, making Wen Ziqian the most senior disciple present.

Kuang Dingbo seemed eager for a fight and had found a justification for it. Under normal circumstances, they could engage in battle. However, the problem was that they were outmatched.

Setting aside Kuang Dingbo’s attitude, his cultivation was in the Marrow Tempering realm. He would have no problem contending against these Bone Tempering realm cultivators, even if they had greater numbers.

Sometimes, higher martial realms held the upper hand. Not to mention the sect disciples, who cultivated top-notch martial arts and cultivation techniques.

“I don’t want anything. I’m here for justice,” Kuang Dingbo chuckled, surveying his surroundings. “How about this: each of us will choose a representative for a fight. And to make it more interesting, why not wager a few carts of medicinal herbs?”

Chen Fei’s eyebrows raised slightly, realizing that the lengthy discussion was about these medicinal herbs.

Considering that the sects had been assigned missions this time, failing to collect enough medicinal herbs would mean prolonging their stay on the mountain. While the mission wasn’t complicated, it was tedious, and everyone wanted to return as soon as possible.

It was only natural for Long Rainbow Sect to be interested in Primordial Sword Sect. After all, Long Rainbow Sect was undeniably stronger.

“You’re only in the Marrow Tempering realm, yet you dare to bully us in the Bone Tempering realm?” Wen Ziqian furrowed his brows.

“I can suppress my cultivation level,” Kuang Dingbo glanced at Wen Ziqian and said. “And if that’s not enough, I can find a junior brother in the Bone Tempering realm. We do have a few of them.”

“Why would you need someone in the Bone Tempering realm? It won’t be a fair fight,” a voice boomed as Guo Linshan approached from a distance. In a matter of moments, he had arrived at the encampment.

Without uttering another word, Guo Linshan unsheathed a broadsword and clashed with Kuang Dingbo.

“Perfect timing!” Kuang Dingbo burst into laughter. His long spear resembled a flood dragon thrashing through the sea as it collided with the edge of Guo Linshan’s sword. However, Kuang Dingbo’s expression soon changed as the tip of his spear bent under the force.

“Bang!”

With a muffled sound, Kuang Dingbo was involuntarily forced back. Guo Linshan was not about to let him off easily. His broadsword unleashed a scries of strikes, completely enveloping Kuang Dingbo.

While spear wielders were typically formidable and highly effective in combat, it was Kuang Dingbo who found himself on the receiving end of a relentless beating.

Guo Linshan’s swordsmanship was bolder and more uninhibited than Kuang Dingbo’s. Each strike thoroughly suppressed Kuang Dingbo, leaving him utterly defenseless.

“Boom!”

Kuang Dingbo slid back several steps before coming to a halt. Guo Linshan also took a step back, a scar appearing on his cheek.

The two appeared to be evenly matched. To determine a victor, they would likely need to exert their full strength—a potentially life-and-death battle.

“Congratulations, your Tremendous Strength and Iron Bones arc on the verge of breaking through to the Visceral Tempering realm,” Kuang Dingbo narrowed his eyes and addressed Guo Linshan, offering a cupped-hand salute.

“Enough with the pleasantries. If you wish to fight, continue,” Guo Linshan waved his hand, extending an olive branch.

“We’re done for today. We’ll compete another time,” Kuang Dingbo hesitated briefly before uttering those words. He vanished from the spot in a flash.

“Eldest Senior Brother, you’re finally back. How did it go?” All the disciples crowded around Guo Linshan, their expressions filled with relief.

Had Guo Linshan not returned in time, the situation would have been far more difficult to handle.

Their cultivation levels were inferior, and they were at a disadvantage in terms of strength against other sects. They couldn’t defeat them, and their words held no weight. It was a frustrating situation.

“I didn’t make it in time. My two junior brothers are dead,” Guo Linshan’s voice grew somber.

Though he hadn’t spent much time with these junior brothers, they were still fellow sect members. Yet now, they were gone. The loss of those herbs paled in comparison.

The disciples who had been smiling froze. While they had anticipated the news, it was still difficult to accept upon hearing it.

This mission wasn’t meant to be dangerous. It involved escorting medicinal herbs near the Immortal Cloud City. Yet, two of their fellow disciples had already perished on the first day. Such losses were unacceptable.

“Senior Brother Guo, did you see who attacked?” Wen Ziqian gritted his teeth and asked.

“Based on the evidence, it appears to have been the Divine Flame Sect,” Guo Linshan said in a deep voice..