Great Chaos of 103

  "Something seems off here! It looks like two groups of monks are about to get into a fight! There are quite a few high-ranking monks among them."

  Zhu Dahao followed Ye Chen into the hall, seeing the tense atmosphere inside, he instinctively gripped his spiritual knife tightly and said vigilantly.

  Qian Shanli, Feng Yan, Li Qiao and others quickly gathered around Ye Chen's side, carefully sizing up the surrounding Chongta monks.

  They were all strong Qi Refining Fourth and Fifth Layer cultivators who stood out among tens of thousands of cultivators, arrived at the third floor's rest hall in the first hundred places. More than half of them were disciples from Qing Shan Lake.

  Zhu Dahao and the others were only at the third layer of Qi Refining, and their strength was considered very weak in this hall. They had been following Ye Chen all along, and that's why they arrived so quickly at the third floor hall of the Demon Tower.

  "Let's wait and see! You guys heal your wounds first!"

  Ye Chen glanced around the hall and nodded slightly.

  The five of them walked quickly into a secluded corner of the hall.

  Ye Chen recovered his magical powers, while the other four were treating their wounds and applying medicine to their injuries.

  Although the second floor of the Demon Tower was passed easily, Zhu Dahao and others also left some minor injuries. When entering the third and fourth floors of the Demon Tower, these minor injuries may become major obstacles, so they must be treated as soon as possible.

  More than a dozen Qi-refining cultivators of the fourth or fifth level blocked the entrance to the third floor, arguing fiercely and loudly. Ye Chen soon understood what was going on after listening for a while.

  It was originally a large family monk who was about to enter the third layer when he was suddenly ambushed and stabbed by a soil thorn that emerged from the ground, seriously injured and left the Town Demon Tower. However, this big tribe monk had many deep brothers, a group of monks angrily blocked the entrance of the third layer, wanting to find out the murderer who ambushed and plotted.

  Another group of monks wanted to enter the tunnel as soon as possible, and the two groups were arguing.

  "Chu Zhenping, get out of the way! This Demon Tower isn't your territory, what right do you have to block our path?"

  A young monk in a black robe, accompanied by a group of family monks, angrily shouted at the monks blocking the way.

  "No way! Who among you set the trap and severely injured my brother? Step forward! It couldn't have been anyone else except your group. Cao Xifei, if you don't hand over the person who severely injured my brother, this matter won't be settled. Otherwise, we'll settle it right here today!"

  A group of monks blocking the entrance, led by a brown-robed monk, said with hatred.

  Inside the hall, there were still seventy or eighty cultivators who did not want to get involved in the conflict between the two groups of cultivators and were watching the changes in the situation from various places in the hall. The two small groups of arguing cultivators were among the top cultivators in the Cultivation Tower, with no one daring to easily provoke them due to insufficient strength.

  Not long after, the number of monks in the hall gradually increased, and the complaints grew louder. Because these two groups were blocking the entrance to the third floor corridor. Many people were trapped inside the third floor hall and could not enter the third floor corridor of the Demon Tower.

  The 126th ranked Xu Ao appeared in the hall, scanning the situation inside. He was slightly surprised to see Ye Chen in the corner and walked over, "Young brother, you're quite fast! You actually made it into the top hundred"

  "Brother is also very fast"

  Ye Chen smiled and said.

  "It's okay, after all I'm also a host"

  Xu Ao didn't think much of it, and in his heart, he also didn't believe that Ye Chen was really stronger than him. The first two floors of the Demon Tower were easy, whether you went fast or slow, it didn't reveal one's true strength.

  Zhu Dahao, Qian Shanli and Feng Yan were nearby nursing their wounds, all with a strange expression on their faces. They recognized Xu Ao, the 126th hut owner. However, Xu Ao didn't recognize them and wasn't bothered to get to know these small cultivators who only had three layers of Qi Refining stage.

  Ye Chen used his Qi concealment technique to lower his true cultivation by a layer, making Xu Ao mistakenly think he was a 4th-layer Qi Refining cultivator. If Ye Chen didn't look like a 4th-layer Qi Refining cultivator and appear to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, Xu Ao probably wouldn't have given him another glance.

  Xu Ao sat down beside Ye Chen with a big smile on his face and pointed towards the corridor, "Do you know who those two groups of people are?"

  "I don't know. Do you know, brother?"

  Ye Chen glanced at the two groups of people and shook his head.

  "Zhu Zhenping, the fourth hut owner of Qing Shan Lake. Cao Xifei, the seventh hut owner of Qing Shan Lake. The two families have been sworn enemies for a long time."

  The major and minor families of Tianyun Xianyuan City have intermarried families, brothers, friends, and many grievances, even saying that they are sworn enemies is not an exaggeration. The relationship between each family is extremely complicated. In this Demon Tower, it's the best opportunity to resolve these grudges.

  "There are no guards inside the tower, and even if a fight breaks out, no one will stop it. If you can defeat your opponent and drive them out of the tower, that would be best! Afterwards, as long as they don't confess to their crimes, saying it was done by a monster or someone else, without evidence, no one can do anything to them."

  Xu Ao Dao.

  "Doesn't anyone care?"

  Ye Chen Qi said.

  "This kind of thing happens almost every year, and even if Xiānchéng wants to stop it, they can't. Besides, the Zhēn Yāo Tower selects only the strongest disciples from the Xiān Mén sect, so if someone gets kicked out by others, they deserve it. Might as well turn a blind eye."

  Xu Ao shook his head and sneered, "No one would even bother to intervene. All the cultivators here are probably secretly hoping they'd fight each other. If they were to engage in a fierce battle and 'fall', that would be perfect! We'd have fewer competitors, making it easier for us to snatch the Immortal Gate token! As for wasting some time, we can afford to delay."

  Ye Chen glanced around the hall and nodded slightly.

  Xu Ao's insight is quite thorough.

  The entire hall was filled with over a hundred monks, all of whom were enduring in silence, waiting for the two groups of monks to engage in a fierce battle.

  Wow!

  A flash of light, a burly man carrying a large axe appeared in the hall. "The second floor's demonic rabbit is really troublesome, spitting out sticky saliva everywhere" He grumbled and complained for a few sentences, suddenly noticing that the atmosphere in the hall was not right, his eyes lit up instantly.

  Wei Ming

  The monks in the hall suddenly tightened their strings and made a small cut.

  That black-shirted Cao Xifei's face changed drastically, damn it, how did this guy not enter the third layer of the Town Demon Tower passage, and actually just came out from the second layer!

  Xu Ao, despite his dislike for Wei Ming, also became visibly tense and turned to Ye Chen, saying: "Wei Ming is a troublemaker who's afraid the world isn't chaotic enough. He can stir up trouble even when there's none. Now that he's here, a fight is inevitable! If he takes action, this battle won't be small, many people will get dragged in! Be careful, you come with me, it'll be safer."

  "Oh"

  Ye Chen was somewhat surprised. Zhu Dahu said that Xu Ao was a good person who valued face and righteousness, but he didn't expect it to be true. They were strangers who had never met before, and he didn't even know his own name.

  "What's going on! Brother Chu! Who provoked our brother?"

  Wei Ming carried an axe and walked towards the entrance of the passage in big strides, loudly shouting at the two groups of people.

  "Wei brother arrived just in time, one of my brothers was just ambushed, he had offended Cao Xifei before. Apart from Cao Xifei's people, no one else would dare to do this! Today I'm putting the word out here, if you don't hand over the person who launched the sneak attack, no one will be able to leave!"

  The monk in brown robes said angrily.

  Cao Xifei immediately retorted in an angry voice, "You have no evidence, what makes you so sure it was my brother who did it? I think you're just looking for an excuse to take action."

  "Chu, my brother, you've done a great job! For the sake of our brotherhood, I'll take on this task! Your matter is my matter! I'll take charge of this case, and no one can intervene! From now on, everyone will behave themselves until the murderer is found!"

  Wei Ming burst out laughing, and with a loud clap on the shoulder of the brown-robed monk, he turned his head to face Cao Xi Fei and another group of monks, guffawing, "Cao Xi Fei, your man ambushed my brother! Do you need evidence for this kind of thing?! Are you going out of the Demon-Suppressing Tower by yourself or do you want me to send you off?"

  Wei Ming revealed a few points of ferocity in his eyes and licked his thick lips.

  More than a dozen cultivators beside Cao Xifei felt their scalps numb, tightly grasping various spiritual instruments. One Fourth Hut Master Chu Zhenping was already difficult to deal with, now adding another Third Hut Master Wei Ming. This loss was too great for them!

  Whoosh!

  A tall and slender figure with a jade-like complexion appeared in the hall.

  Zhu Haoran

  The hall was on the verge of a fight, but suddenly it quieted down for a moment.

  Zhu Hao Xian's waist carried a spiritual sword, and he strolled leisurely in the courtyard. Two groups of people walked towards him from both sides, arriving at the passageway entrance. With a glance from his eyes, he looked at the two groups of people. As this year's top young cultivator of Tian Yun Xian Yuan City's Refining Qi stage, his aura was extraordinary.

  The monk in brown robes was taken aback, and he unconsciously took a few steps back, making way. As he did so, the other monks blocking the doorway also parted to let him through.

  Only Wei Ming didn't move, frowning instead.

  Zhu Hao brushed past Wei Ming's side without looking at the two groups of cultivators, and stepped into the entrance of the third floor of the Demon Tower.

  The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became very awkward.

  Whether it was Chu Zhenping or Wei Ming, they both felt a flush rise to their faces. Zhu Haodong had come at the worst possible time.

  In a distant corner, Xu Ao sneered in a low voice, "It's still better to use Zhu Hao's name! Not a word was said, and they honestly gave way. No one dared to say half a word more. If it were me in the past, they would probably not even bother to reason with me, and block the entrance tightly."

  Ye Chen secretly shook his head, but in his heart he was stern. These monks were unscrupulous when they took action, it seemed that he had to be more careful from now on.

  Boom

  It wasn't just someone who suddenly took the lead, a fireball exploded among the crowd of cultivators.

  The hall suddenly fell into chaos, and no one cared who had thrown the fireball, they just started fighting first.

  "Brothers take action"

  "Take them down! Revenge for past grievances, retaliation for past resentment!"

  The conflict between the fourth hut owner, Chu Zhenping, and the seventh hut owner, Cao Xifei, quickly escalated into a clash between the two groups of cultivators, with the addition of the strong participation of the third hut owner, Wei Ming, affecting an even wider range.

  The various big families of Xiancheng, with their intricate relationships and grudges, all took advantage of the situation to engage in a fierce battle. In this not-so-large grand hall, over 100 cultivators, mostly from smaller families, were embroiled in the conflict; likely, few people in Xiancheng could remain uninvolved in these feuds.

  In the midst of the great chaos, the hall was filled with the sound of clashing gold, fireballs and wind blades. Even if he had been ambushed, he might not have known who did it.