Chapter 5132 — The Snow Sword Sect Council
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"How is that possible?" Xue Jianming was struck dumb, staring in disbelief. Only now did he truly grasp his own predicament. Bing Wushuang's right hand and dantian were both destroyed—he was a cripple. And his own meridians were severed—he too was a cripple!
Escorting Lenglen—with Bing Wushuang's formidable strength, it should have been an effortless task. Who could have imagined things would turn out like this? It was absurd!
"Th-then what do we do now?" Xue Jianming asked in alarm. The situation had spiraled completely out of control, and he was at a loss.
"Wait," Bing Wushuang said coldly, spitting out a single word.
"What?" Xue Jianming was taken aback.
"I have already sent word back to the Snow Sword Sect. If all goes well, we will receive healing pills, and stronger reinforcements will be sent." Bing Wushuang's voice was grave.
In the eyes of others he was a proud and peerless prodigy, but in truth he had never cared a fig for so-called face. Just as he had unhesitatingly exploited Lenglen when the situation turned against him, now that he knew Lin Dongfang's strength was unfathomable, calling for reinforcements from the Snow Sword Sect was only natural. He felt not the slightest hesitation or misgiving.
"And if it doesn't go well?" Xue Jianming frowned at that.
Bing Wushuang met the question with silence. It needed no answer, and he did not know how to answer it. He and Xue Jianming were now both cripples without a shred of power. If the Snow Sword Sect did not send healing pills or stronger experts, there was nothing the two of them could do.
"No, it won't come to that. My father is there—the sect elders won't just ignore us, they absolutely won't!" Xue Jianming could only console himself this way, though even he lacked confidence this time. A thing could not be repeated twice—and his father, after all, was only a vice sect master.
In the Ancient Little Jianghu, the Snow Sword Sect.
The atmosphere in the council hall was heavy with tension. Every senior of the sect was present, and before them lay a letter of appeal for aid—a letter from Bing Wushuang.
After hearing the contents of the letter, all the sect elders looked at one another. What it described was simply unbelievable: in the secular world there existed a master capable of crippling Bing Wushuang in a single move. Was that even possible?!
Of course, everyone knew Bing Wushuang would never joke about such a thing. It only meant that after a thousand years, they—and the elders of every other Ancient sect alike—knew far, far too little about the secular world.
Sect Master Hong Qingyuan tapped the table lightly with his finger and spoke with calm composure: "Well, you have all heard the contents of the letter. Let us hear your views."
"Revenge! Of course, revenge!" Xue Liping was the first to leap up and shout. He was the vice sect master of the Snow Sword Sect, and also Xue Jianming's father.
All eyes fell upon him, waiting for him to continue, and Xue Liping, righteous indignation burning in him, declared at once: "It is only right that our Snow Sword Sect apprehend a traitor disciple—no one has the right to interfere. Not only did the Cangwu Sect of Beidao harbor Lenglen, but they struck down our people and crippled Bing Wushuang and my son Xue Jianming. This is far too brazen, too arrogant—it is beyond all endurance! If we swallow even this insult, we will be looked down upon by every other Ancient sect. As one of the Ten Minor Sects and Clans, the Snow Sword Sect cannot afford to lose face like this. What say you all?" (To be continued.)