Chapter 16: Chapter 16
A diverse group of approximately 180 men and women of different heights, skin tones, and appearance were camping in a small group of tents in the middle of the Pao mountain range, inside the forests. surrounded by tall trees that were visible in the dark night because of the large campfire in the middle of the group that shone with yellow light.
Even with the obvious different appearances, they had a bunch of common characteristics that pointed to the fact that they belonged to the same organization. They all wore simple but high quality grey robes lined with different amounts of black lines starting at the abdomen, and they had the symbol of a small red sword encased in a red circle at the chest area where the location of the heart was.
Additionally, they all had shredded physiques and a sharp expression could be seen in the faces of most of them, even when they were joking around with each other, the feeling of strength that couldn't originate from a normal person radiated from them.
They were all disciples of the Raging Sword sect, the lines in the middle of their robes indicated their level of strength, a level 1 Martial Disciple stage had one line, 2 lines meant a level 2 Disciple stage, and so on.
The vast majority of them had only a single line at their abdomen area, except for some exceptional disciple that were at level 2, and the four inner disciples at the third level of the Martial Disciple stage, that were there as part of a paid task, to insure the safety of the others, while they were training and gaining experience.
Currently, the level 3 inner disciples were sitting in one of the tents.
An average looking man with short hair and a shrewd expression named Zhu Zhiruo.
A man with hair that reached his ears and a moustache, his name was Huang Yuelang.
A man that was tall and handsome, with his long dark hair tied up, he had bright brown eyes, that weren't visible currently because his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be very disciplined, his name was Jin Fengwei.
And lastly, there was a beautiful woman who also had long black hair, but unlike Jin Fengwei, she seemed to have more of a laid back personality, her name was Xie Qian, which meant modesty.
They discussed many things among themselves. The man named Zhu said, "Senior Disciple Jin you're only 26, and you're already a level 3 Martial Disciple, your talent is amazing!".
The other guy named Huang also said, "Yeah! It's only a matter of time before you become a Martial Warrior!" hearing their boot licking behaviour, Xie Qian sneered to herself, and Jin Fengwei seemed undisturbed.
Jin Fengwei then opened his eyes to look at Xie Qian and said, "Martial Sister Xie, do you think that Elder Tian ran into trouble somehow? he said he would be back in a couple of hours when he ran off to chase after the wolf that sneaked out of the pack, but now, almost two days have passed."
"Elder Tian is at the 7th level of the Martial Disciple stage, there isn't anything in this desolate region that could threaten him, he probably took a detour or something." said Xie Qian.
"Yeah! speaking of elder Tian! it's only a matter of time until he takes you as a disciple, Senior Disciple Jin!" "Yeah! your talent is so great!" said the two boot-lickers.
"Shut up! do you not have any pride as great swordsmen! as disciples of the way of the raging sword! you should never lower yourself in front of others just for personal gain! have some backbone!" erupted Xie Qian and chewed them out, they both were frightened, as Xie Qian wasn't just an ordinary inner disciple.
Her father, Xie Yunjian, was a great elder of the sect who was at the rarely seen eighth level, it was only a matter of time before she became a core disciple of the sect.
Hearing her words, the strict Jin Fengwei gave a rare smile, he looked at Xie Qian with a slightly different look compared to the complete indifference he looked at the others.
At the same moment, sounds of commotion rang out in the camping spot.
Tian Bai arrived at the campsite with Dian Dom walking beside him.
Some disciples looked at Dian with stage looks filled with jealousy, but all of them said almost at the same moment, "We greet the Elder!" their gazes were filled with respect and admiration, and their voice filled with discipline.
[AN: bootlickers never get far, but the prideful are the first to fall, only the powerful thrive!]
[AN: if anyone has any suggestions for the story, or any opinions you want to share, reply to this paragraph with them, I will try to implement any good ideas into the story!]
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