Disciple Died Yet Again (1-199)

Chapter 17: The Damn Fatty that Fell from the Sky

The person on the ground was no longer breathing, fresh blood was flowing out from his head, and not even a moment later, the ground was stained with a shocking amount of blood. Zhu Yao had lived for twenty eight years, yet, this was the first time she had ever seen such a gruesome sight. And, the person within the pool of blood was a child of only about ten years old.

"Little fatty Zhao!" Little Wang immediately recognized the person on the ground, and exclaimed. Only then did Zhu Yao regain her senses, and with her hands, she covered Wang Xuzhi's eyes. Little wimp struggled for few moments, and then, he stuffed his head into her embrace, no longer making any sound. It seemed like he was frightened quite a bit.

Zhu Yao was afraid as well, and she recalled the person on the ground was the little fatty she saw when she was receiving her identity jade tablet. She did not expect that, in just a single month, he would lie unconscious on the ground in front of her. She carelessly raised her head, and she actually saw another kid standing about ten steps away. He was a familiar face as well, the little beggar Xiao Yi with the Duo Spirit Veins. Currently, he was panting loudly as he stared at the unconscious little fatty Zhao on the ground with widened eyes. His white robe was already terribly torn, and his body was filled with numerous wounds which blood were still oozing out from. His eyes were still filled with hostility, and the main point was the longsword in his hands, as there were still wet bloodstains on the sword. It went without saying what he just did.

The commotion drew the attention of many people, and numerous disciples had already began to approach and form a circle around the scene.

"What audacity, you actually dare to harm your brother of the same sect." Du Yuanchen was the very first to react. With a single leap, he arrived before Xiao Yi, and kicked away the longsword in his hands. Summoning his own flying sword, he restrained him, turned to face the disciples who were running towards them, and instructed. "Hurry and notify master."

Xiao Yi did not resist, or most probably, he no longer had the strength to resist, and was easily squashed onto the ground by Du Yuanchen. However, in his clear eyes, unyieldingness still shone within them.

More and more disciples crowded over, and began to softly discuss about the scene in front of them. Appearing in a scene like this, Zhu Yao was a little confused as well. She simply covered Wang Xuzhi's eyes tightly, not allowing him to see the gruesome sight.

"What's with this commotion!" A loud and clear voice sounded, and it seemed to have come from the sky. A white figure flew over from the Main Hall, and that person was the Sect Master of Ancient Hill Sect, Zi Mo. The scene which were still noisy earlier, instantly quietened down.

Zi Mo's gaze swept across little fatty Zhao on the floor, and his expression turned cold. Squatting down, he checked his body. Then, with a wave of his hand, he cast an art, and instantly, a curtain of light enveloped the bloody person on the ground. His head which was still bleeding earlier, instantly stopped, and his wounds were closing at a speed unclear to the naked eyes. After the curtain of light dissipated, Zi Mo fed him a pellet. A moment later, the little kid once again regained his breathing, and then, he turned to question the people in the vicinity.

"His cultivation has been crippled, who was the one who dealt such a deadly hand?" Zi Mo knew this little kid who was injured. He was the son of Yuan Xiu, the first disciple under Reverend Zi Yuan, the Lord of Weapon Mountain. He had heard that his talent was pretty good, so how was he injured to this extent?

"Replying to master." Du Yuanchen forcefully pulled up the person beside him. "It's him."

Zi Mo looked at Du Yuanchen, and then, his eyes landed on the little kid in his hands. His expression momentarily turned utterly cold. "What happened?"