Repugnant Gateway 1

by Zhi Bai

  An Zheng made Du Shoushou and the others eat, drink and play in the courtyard every day for all kinds of entertainment. This surprised everyone who was watching the gambling house. Those who had thought about the bet became happy because they felt that this was the Martial Arts Academy's way of winning and winning. Because of An Zheng's performance, many people had increased their bet on the Martial Arts Academy's victory. As the bet got bigger and the date got closer, there were more and more people around. It was said that the inns nearby were already full.

  An Zheng sat on the grass as he stared at the pond in the courtyard in a daze, he was actually more anxious than anyone else. Even if his strategy was right, both Du Shoushou and Qu Liuer could win. However, if he could not guarantee victory, it would be a disaster for the Martial Arts Academy. He was the dean of the Martial Arts Academy, the future sect master of the Heavenly Awakening Sect in their eyes.

  "So vexing."

  A voice that made An Zheng a little disgusted appeared behind him. An Zheng knew who it was without even turning his head.

  Chen Shaobai appeared like a ghost while holding onto a jug of wine, he walked towards An Zheng and sat down: "It seems like you are not confident, because compared to the other disciples, you are too weak. I don't quite understand. Since you have no confidence at all, why did you make this bet? I've seen people courting death, but I've never seen you courting death like this. "

  An Zheng glanced at him, "Your mouth stinks."

  Chen Shaobai exhaled, "Is it smelly? I think I'm telling the truth. Why don't you beg me? I don't have any good feelings for you. I wish I could kill you. When you helped me kill Chen Pu back then, if I didn't repay this favor, I really wouldn't have been able to do anything. You just have to beg me, I will go to the other side and kill all of your disciples. That way, you guys can win without fighting, wouldn't that be the best outcome? "

  "I'll help you kill them. If you win this Broken Martial House then I'll repay the debt I owe you."

  Chen Shaobai reclined on the grass, resting his arm on his pillow.

  An Zheng: "You're not at the mysterious sect that you spoke of, why are you here?"

  Chen Shaobai said: "Freedom, that sect doesn't have any restrictions, so I can come back anytime to check on you. Furthermore, I am truly worried that you will not die by my hands. "

  An Zheng: "You can scram now."

  Chen Shaobai: "Is this how you treat your guests?"

  An Zheng: "You weren't invited by me either."

  Chen Shaobai sat up: "You really don't intend to beg me? It's good to have backbone, but you don't have backbone, you're an idiot. Let me tell you something. There is a new disciple who came to the academy opposite us and named himself Chen Zhou, but he is my follower Chen Qi from back then, the son of Chen Pu. He's got some power in the Chen family, so it's easy for him to play you guys to death. But why didn't he come straight to you for revenge? That's because he wanted to humiliate you in front of everyone on the day of the competition. "

  "Beg me, beg me."

  Chen Shaobai: "As long as you beg me, I'll kill them all."

  An Zheng: "Killing people in your mouth is really casual."

  Chen Shaobai: "If cultivation is not for killing, then what's the fun?"

  He took a sip of wine. "Why do I feel that you are more pedantic than the old gentlemen? He was clearly born a bitter child, yet he was bullied by others. Why didn't he have the slightest bit of ruthlessness in his heart? I tell you, a man like you has no future. "In the martial arts world, unless one is ruthless, one will never be able to stand firm."

  An Zheng: "I am vicious, but I do not casually kill people."

  Chen Shaobai: "You talk like you've killed people before, but it's up to you. You are such an idiot deep down in your bones, I can't save you either. "How troublesome, this thing is for you …"

  Chen Shaobai took off a small bell from his clothes and threw it at An Zheng: "If you think you're going to die, ring this bell, I'll come and save you. I can't wait to repay all the debts I owe you, and then I'll torture you as much as I want to. It would be great if you could peel off the skin and pull out the tendons, then put them into a pot of stew. "

  An Zheng looked at the bell, it was made of bronze, with some simple patterns on it. An Zheng was knowledgeable, but he had never seen the patterns on this bell before. It looked like a kind of complicated and twisted writing, but it was also like a kind of pattern that was casually carved.

  Chen Shaobai stood up and walked out: "If I were you, I would have had some backbone, so I'll smash this bell on my body."

  Pow!

  The bell hit him in the back.

  Chen Shaobai froze for a moment, then turned his head. Seeing An Zheng pick up the bell again, he placed it back into his bosom. "You said it, you owe me."

  Chen Shaobai: "Shameless, shameless."

  An Zheng shrugged his shoulders.

  Chen Shaobai glared at An Zheng, and then, he put on the hat on his coat, covering his head as he walked forward. He didn't go out, instead, he walked straight toward the wall. When he hit the wall, a ripple like water appeared, and Chen Shaobai disappeared. An Zheng took out the Bronze Bell s from his bosom and looked at them closely, feeling that there was something very mysterious behind this bell.

  What exactly was the mysterious sect that Chen Shaobai entered? An Zheng was the head of the Da Xi Ming Fa Si, and the Ming Fa Si had a powerful intelligence agency. Logically, the Ming Fa Si was the place that understood the martial arts world the best. But An Zheng realized that he still viewed this world too lightly. After his rebirth, there had already been too many people and things that he couldn't understand and couldn't figure out for a mere Fantasy City.

  Chen Shaobai seemed to be very confident that he could kill any disciple in Phantom Institute. Since that was the case, why didn't he go and kill Chen Qi?

  He knew everything about Chen Qi, like the back of his hand.

  An Zheng didn't understand, because this didn't make sense. Perhaps all of this was because of that mysterious sect.

  An Zheng stood up and touched the key on his neck. He subconsciously wanted to go to the Heaven Defying Seal s to train his body. His only hope was to rely on body transformation to defeat his opponent, but he knew how much hatred Chen Qi held towards him. During the competition, Chen Qi would definitely think of a way to let him compete.

  While An Zheng was standing there in a daze, Old Huo suddenly came out of his room.

  "What's wrong?"

  An Zheng asked.

  The Old Huo did not speak, and indicated for An Zheng to go back to his room. Not long after An Zheng entered the room, the Old Huo followed him in: "Did you see someone just now?"

  An Zheng: "Did you not see that?"

  Old Huo: "I didn't even see anything. I just saw you talking to yourself."

  An Zheng's heart sank. After that, he answered truthfully, causing his brows to furrow even more. "Show me the bell."

  An Zheng handed the bell over, and Old Huo looked at it carefully for a while.

  "Demonic Qi?"

  An Zheng looked at Old Huo in doubt.

  Old Huo placed the bell on the table. "You can't feel it, even a great cultivator would find it difficult to sense it. That's because your perception of weapons is far inferior to ours. What we forge is also very sensitive to minute changes. An Zheng, in this world, there is not only a honorable and honorable family like the Stellar Pavilion who refine equipment, there is also a type of person who refined weapons, living in the darkness. They use the most evil methods to increase the power of the device, using every method at their disposal. "

  "The items produced by refining the Righteous Dao can be called magic tools. And those weapons that were forged by the evil ways were called demonic artifacts. This bell of yours is the magic device. "

  An Zheng didn't really understand much about this matter, and when he was in the Ming Fa Si, he had never heard of any Devil Dao. From An Zheng's point of view, the s
o-called demons were just those evil people. However, he saw fear in Old Huo's eyes. A Master Refiner was actually afraid because of a small Bronze Bell. This was clearly beyond common sense.

  Old Huo looked at the bell, and after a long period of silence, he said, "Forget it, whether I am lucky or not is not a disaster, whether I am a disaster cannot be avoided. An Zheng, your luck is too strange. After entering the Mount Cang Man, he picked up a Purple-Rank Artifact and obtained a hundred mu of medicinal field. My luck is heaven-defying, but now that I am entangled with the Magic Equipment, I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. This luck is obviously abnormal. Did you experience some sort of major event? So much so that there's been a change in the heavens' luck? "

  An Zheng laughed, "What kind of major event can I experience? I'm an orphan of the Fantasy City."

  Old Huo made a sound of acknowledgement, "Anyway, it's very abnormal. You should pay more attention in the future. There may still be a lot of luck that looks good, but it may not be a good thing. Last time I told you, this is a gift from heaven. However, for a chosen one to appear so frequently on a person, it was not necessarily a blessing from the heavens. When your good luck reaches a certain point, perhaps it will be the arrival of bad luck. Think about it, I only have one chance in my life, and that is my Stellar Cast Iron, but what happens to me? "

  An Zheng said: "I will pay attention at all times, thank you senior."

  Old Huo shook his head. "You don't understand. You really don't. You are not a refiner, so you don't care about luck … Forget it, forget it! "

  He walked out shakily with an indescribable loneliness on his back.

  An Zheng looked at the Bronze Bell on the table and thought, could it be that it's really that strange? Magic Equipment, Demonic Qi, Demonic Way … What was it?

  After Old Huo left, An Zheng stared blankly at the bell for a long time. The bell really did seem ordinary, perhaps just a communication device, with no other use.

  After dusk, An Zheng brought everyone into the Heaven Defying Seal's space to train their bodies. The Heaven Defying Seal's key was hanging around An Zheng's neck, so he could bring them in anytime, without needing to go to the side of the Nine Star Platform. Otherwise, the secret of the Nine Star Platform would have long been exposed by those outside. A single Purple-Rank artifact was enough to make those people give up their bet and directly rush in to seize the treasure.

  Inside the Heaven Defying Seal's space, the children were working extremely hard. They constantly cultivated and rested for a while. They only slept for a while when they were extremely tired and ate when they were extremely hungry. Afterwards, they would constantly train their bodies.

  An Zheng worked hard to increase the speed and agility of his attacks. This was the only way he could win. If the one he was facing was really Chen Qi, An Zheng's battle would probably be incredibly dangerous. Chen Qi was the darkest youth that An Zheng had ever seen, gloomier than him. Chen Shaobai's temper was still somewhat clear, but Chen Qi only had darkness.

  In order to not be exposed, An Zheng and the others would have to go out to sleep after cultivating for a period of time, and then continue eating and drinking during the day. No one knew whether or not an expert would enter the Martial Arts Academy at night. If everyone was not present, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

  Days passed, and there was only one day left before the competition. Tomorrow, when the sun rose, victory and defeat would be decided. The night before, the street outside was already full of people. They slept on the street with their bunks. Many people had put up a big bet, because the impact of this matter far exceeded that of the competition itself.

  That night, An Zheng was unable to sleep.

  He looked out at the moon and clenched his fists.

  Chapter 43 – Three

  Deep in the night, An Zheng was wide awake. His room faced the street, so he could clearly hear the ruckus in the street. The street was crowded with people. In order to fight for a safe haven, there were still many people fighting. In Fantasy City, fighting was not really anything strange. Look at this! This isn't even the most ridiculous reason for fighting, why can't you fight even if you don't look at me?

  Moreover, tomorrow would be the first battle between the Heavenly Awakening Martial Academy and the Phantom Institute. People were in a state of excitement, and fighting didn't require a reason.

  Half a year quietly went by, and in the midst of the ruckus outside, An Zheng couldn't help but bitterly smile. Xiao Qi Dao and the others had grown very fast, but he himself had been stuck in place.

  Logically speaking, for cultivators to be able to sense their own Dantian Qi Sea, that was the most basic of things. However, up until now, An Zheng still did not feel that his Dantian Qi Sea had Cultivation Power.

  He got up and pushed open the window, and then his face changed.

  Du Shoushou, Qu Liuer and the Xiao Qi Dao stood orderly outside his window. When they saw An Zheng appearing, the three of them bent down and called out, "Sect Master."

  An Zheng was stunned, and suddenly felt like crying.

  Qu Liuer gathered enough courage and said loudly, "No matter what the result is tomorrow, you are still our Sect Master. They think we're just kids, just playing house. That's not important. What's important is that we know our own seriousness and our own persistence. An Zheng, perhaps you have given yourself a lot of pressure, worried that you would not let us cultivate properly, but everything that you have done, is for us the best.

  Du Shoushou waved his fist: "Let's fight together, don't care about winning or losing. Even if we lose, we'll just wander around the world with you. "

  Xiao Qi Dao followed and shouted: "Let's fight!"

  An Zheng said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "But when I said I wanted to be your sect master, I just... It was just a joke. I'm lying to you all, I don't have the ability to be some Sect Master, nor do I have the ability to stand tall here. "

  Qu Liuer straightened his hair that was blown by the wind: "We are serious, very serious."

  Du Shoushou: "Mn, so your joke is no longer a joke. You are our Sect Master, our Principal, our Mister. "

  At the gatehouse, Mad Qu held onto Old Huo's arm: "This group of brats …. Why do I want to cry? "

  Old Huo wanted to push his arm away disdainfully, but to no avail. In the end, he could only accept it helplessly. The more Mad Qu saw, the more touched he became. Then, he used Old Huo's sleeve to wipe his tears and mucus. The Old Huo turned around and picked up his wine gourd, smashing it hard on the Mad Qu's head.

  "Go rest."

  An Zheng laughed, and laughed with tears in his eyes: "Since all of you are willing to be tricked by me, then I will continue to continue to continue this trump card, tricked you all to come with me. Now, all of them had to go rest, ignore the people outside and get a good night's sleep. Then, in the morning, they would do their best. We can lose, but we cannot admit defeat. "

  Du Shoushou and the others bowed once again before turning around to leave. Halfway there, Du Shoushou turned his head to look at An Zheng, "In my heart, you are really the most handsome man there."

  An Zheng snorted with laughter, and then nodded.

  He took a deep breath and suddenly felt that it didn't matter what the result would be tomorrow. He had already changed Du Shoushou, Qu Liuer and the Xiao Qi Dao, and even changed them, allowing them to learn to trust each other. They were not affected by the filthy environment of the Illusory Paradise. They had kept the kindness in their hearts. Even if they were to be separated from them in the future, they had already laid the foundation for their lives.

  An Zheng knew that his greatest success was not in allowing them to cultivate immeasurably. It was in letting them learn to support each other, care for each other, and trust each other.

  When An Zheng walked to the gatehouse, Mad Qu was still holding onto Old Huo's arm and lamenting. When Old Huo asked where you were going, An Zheng pointed outside and said, "I suddenly remember
that I don't have any decent clothes, so I should wear them more formally tomorrow. I'll go out and see if there's any tailor shops open."

  Old Huo shook his head. "It's already so late, where would the tailor shop be open? Even if it's open, it won't be possible to make a decent set of clothes by tomorrow morning. Fortunately you have the Old Huo, the omnipotent Old Huo. "

  He pulled out a box from under the bed, carried out a few sets of clothes, and passed it to An Zheng: "This is something I made, do not doubt it, it will definitely fit your needs."

  An Zheng laughed: "What else do you have that Old Huo doesn't know?"

  Old Huo was pleased: "As long as it's something that can be done with both hands, Old Huo will do it."

  An Zheng left while carrying the few sets of clothes, and then placed them in front of Du Shoushou and the others' respective rooms. When An Zheng returned to his room, he changed his clothes. He discovered that his clothes were the style of an adult, very solemn and very solemn. The black robe reached right to his ankles, neither too long nor too short. The clothes were perfect, neither too fat nor too thin. This set of clothes gave An Zheng a more mature aura, and he really did look like a sect master.

  On the left side of the robe, Old Huo had even embroidered two words … The Heavenly Awakening.

  He put on his adult clothes in the room and went out to be a hero.

  He looked at himself in the bronze mirror, then took a deep breath. "You've dealt with situations ten thousand times more dangerous than this, nothing much. You've already succeeded."

  When the sun rose, the people outside had already blocked the main street so that not even a drop of water could leak out. In front of the gate to the Heavenly Awakening Martial School, the crowd of people nearly knocked the door open. These people neatly knocked on the doors and walls of the courtyard, shouting loudly, "Come out! Come out! "Come out!"

  When An Zheng walked out of his room, Du Shoushou and the others had already finished cleaning up. Everyone was wearing a black uniform and it fit perfectly. Even Du Shoushou seemed to have lost weight. Although everyone didn't have a good rest, they were all in high spirits.