Huang Yong was unwilling; their battles as corpse herders were different from other sects.
They needed to cooperate with the zombies they raised to unleash their full power. Otherwise, being surrounded would be no different from seeking death.
Some disciples only managed to raise one or two zombies in their lifetime, cherishing them like their own children.
Sending out two hundred people at once was equivalent to sending out four hundred people.
Nanjing Shuo looked at Huang Yong, who still refused to leave, and smiled faintly, "Does Brother Huang intend to stay for dinner?"
The matter was now settled. He had no choice but to send disciples, unless he wanted to be condemned by all the sects.
Seeing that the situation was irreversible, Huang Yong slapped his chair, snorted, and stood up to walk towards the door.
At the same time, Yu Daochen and Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had also not left, remained.
Yu Daochen looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with intense hostility, "Sect Leader Zhang, you don't have to be so ruthless."
A smile flickered across Zhang Xiaoqiang's lips as he said, "Master Yu, we are old acquaintances. There's no need to be so formal."
Yu Daochen clenched his fists but then slowly relaxed them, chuckling lightly. "Then should I call you Fellow Daoist Zhang, or just by your name, Zhang Xiaoqiang?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang offered a polite smile, "In that case, the title Sect Leader Zhang seems quite fitting."
As their eyes met, hostility flared between them, and both reached for their weapons.
Just as the tension reached its peak, a voice suddenly came from the side, "Little Master Yu, could you please stay for a moment?"
They both turned to see Nanjing Shuo, who had appeared at some unknown time.
Nanjing Shuo looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang and cupped his hands in greeting, congratulating him, "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Zhang, on your appointment as the Sect Leader of Yan Shu Sect."
Zhang Xiaoqiang's hostile expression softened, and he smiled politely, "Thank you for your congratulations, Master Nan. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."
As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang finished speaking, he turned and left.
Watching Zhang Xiaoqiang's receding back, Nanjing Shuo smiled faintly and remarked.
"This Zhang Xiaoqiang plays a clever game. Yan Shu Sect suffered heavy losses not long ago, and has likely fallen to the lower ranks of first-rate forces. However, by proposing to send two hundred disciples to support the encirclement today, he has deterred those sects eyeing Yan Shu Sect from making any rash moves. After all, at this juncture, anyone who dares to cause trouble will be punished."
Yu Daochen was not interested in Zhang Xiaoqiang's affairs and was more curious about why Nanjing Shuo had stopped him. "May I ask why Master Nan has called upon this junior?"
Nanjing Shuo smiled faintly, not in a hurry to state his purpose, and said, "Little Master Yu, may I have a word in private?"
Seeing Nanjing Shuo's scheming smile, Yu Daochen knew it was nothing good.
However, since the other party had spoken, he couldn't completely refuse.
Yu Daochen followed Nanjing Shuo to a small conference room nearby.
Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaoqiang arrived at the resting area and looked at two youths who were ogling beautiful waitresses. "Chu Zheng, Yan Qing, let's go."
Upon hearing this, the two immediately withdrew their lewd gazes and approached Zhang Xiaoqiang.
One of the youths, Chen Yanqing, smiled and said, "Hehe, Master, look who that kid over there is."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang followed Chen Yanqing's gaze and saw a dark-skinned youth sitting on the sofa, silent.
"Who is this dark kid?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked, puzzled.
The other youth, Peng Chuzheng, replied, "I think his name is Zhou Fu. He was brought by Yu Daochen; he's likely his disciple."
"Zhou Fu, Zhou Fu?" Zhang Xiaoqiang chuckled dismissively, "He looks somewhat similar, but I wonder if his strength is just as useless."
Seeing his master's disdain, Chen Yanqing tried to please him, "Master, shall I test his strength?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang chuckled and shook his head, "No need. There will be plenty of opportunities later."
Seeing this, Chen Yanqing continued, "Don't worry, Master, I definitely won't lose."
Last time, the two of them had almost died at Yu Daochen's hands. Today was a good opportunity to vent their anger on his disciple.
Seeing Chen Yanqing's confidence, Zhang Xiaoqiang chuckled, "Oh, since you're so confident, go ahead and test him. Remember, it's just a sparring match, stop when it's enough, understand?"
Chen Yanqing grinned, "This disciple understands."
Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded, "Alright, go ahead."
He also wanted to know who was stronger between his disciple and Yu Daochen's disciple.
Peng Chuzheng, standing nearby, wanted to follow but was glared at by Zhang Xiaoqiang, "My Yan Shu Sect is not so weak as to bully others with numbers!"
Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang's icy glare, Peng Chuzheng swallowed and immediately fell silent.
He knew Zhang Xiaoqiang's temper.
Chen Yanqing walked up to Zhou Fu with the swagger of a street thug, a smirk on his lips, "I want to sit on this sofa, get lost!"
Zhou Fu looked at Chen Yanqing's lunatic behavior with the expression of someone looking at an idiot.
Which sect's idiot is this?
Seeing that Zhou Fu didn't move, Chen Yanqing continued, "What, didn't you hear me?"
Zhou Fu shook his head helplessly and moved aside.
This kind of person wasn't worth his effort; someone else would deal with him.
If a dog bites you, you can't bite it back.
Regardless of winning or losing, it would only cause trouble. Better to avoid it and walk away.
Seeing Zhou Fu yield so easily, Chen Yanqing sneered contemptuously, "What, are all of Yu Daochen's disciples this cowardly?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Fu suddenly stopped, killing intent flashing in his eyes. He turned to Chen Yanqing, "Fellow Daoist, watch your mouth!"
Disciples from other sects nearby became spectators, enjoying the show.
There were two great joys in the martial world: watching people spar, and munching on seeds while watching people spar.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Chen Yanqing became even more excited.
This was exactly the outcome he wanted. It would be so much fun to crush Yu Daochen's disciple in front of everyone in the martial world.
Chen Yanqing snorted, showing no fear, and continued to taunt, "What, did I say something wrong?"
Zhou Fu also realized that the other party was deliberately provoking him. He immediately turned around, his expression serious, "Sir, you are deliberately picking a fight!"
"So what? I heard Yu Daochen is called an unparalleled prodigy. I want to see how strong his disciple is." As Chen Yanqing spoke, he reached for the dagger at his waist.
Seeing the other party drawing his weapon, Zhou Fu drew the Soul Suppressing Stone short sword at his waist and swung it horizontally.
"What!"
Before Chen Yanqing could draw his dagger, he saw Zhou Fu swing the Soul Suppressing Stone short sword at him. He instinctively dodged backward.
The Soul Suppressing Stone short sword grazed Chen Yanqing's cheek, drawing blood.
Chen Yanqing retreated and stabilized himself, breathing a sigh of relief.
If he hadn't dodged so quickly, his throat would have been slit, and it wouldn't have been just a graze on his cheek.
This guy was too decisive in his killing intent.