Chapter 1217 - Sowing Discord
The disciples of the War Dragon Institute and the Dharma Institute clashed fiercely, each desperate to seize a bidding slot. With places limited, only the strong seized them, and the field instantly became a battleground.
Many sharp-eyed disciples saw through Liu Wuxie's scheme, but they were powerless to stop it. They refused to stand aside and watch the Wisdom Stones fall into others' hands. In the cultivation world, treasures always drew blood. Countless cultivators swarmed and fought to the death for the sake of such treasures.
A War Dragon Institute disciple jeered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Your Dharma Institute dares to compete with us, the War Dragon Institute? Are you tired of living?"
His words bore the weight of the institute's long-standing dominance and inflamed his peers' pride.
The insult ignited the Dharma Institute disciples' fury as if it were dry tinder. The crowd split instantly into two factions, and even veteran disciples joined the fray.
"Fuck them! How dare they look down on us just because they're from the War Dragon Institute?!" roared a Dharma Institute disciple. Fury erupted, and the small spark of rivalry exploded into open conflict.
Liu Wuxie lit the fuse, and once it burned, no one could snuff it out. Shoves turned to blows, and blows to bloodshed. Old feuds flared, dragging in hundreds, then thousands.
Chaos swallowed the martial field. Dozens of outer sect disciples rushed in but faltered, unsure how to stop the madness. If they forbade bidding on the Wisdom Stones, the crowd would spit on them and drown them.
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High above, a gray-robed elder observed with keen interest. He had been watching Liu Wuxie since the boy began practicing the Heavenly Sacred Dragon Scripture.
"Things are getting interesting," he murmured, before vanishing in a flash and slipping into a lesser realm.
In a modest hall, a middle-aged man sat, immortal runes flowing around him like rivers of light. His presence exuded terrifying power.