Not A Cultivator 134 Over My Dead Body!

"Come to think of it, I heard Feng Ao Xiu's master has arrived. But I couldn't see her face at all. I'm curious to see this Grandmaster Jun, the one that trained the Second Young Master into the Ancient Realm."

"I asked the Second Young Master myself earlier. It seems that she refused to take part in this celebration because of an important matter she had to attend."

"I wonder what that important matter is..."

"Set it aside, don't you find it weird that Zhong Tian has asked us to stay away from her?" One elder began to think deeply, he said with an unsatisfied tone. "He even dared to issue the highest level warning. If you think about it. Isn't it supposed to be good that all of us from the Feng Clan to get close and learn a bit of knowledge from her?"

"Ummm... to tell the truth, I saw Grandmaster Jun earlier... And she asked me to be her disciple."

"Huh..."

"What did you say?"

The words he said, made the others turned their heads on him. After he became the centre of attention, the elder expressed his dissatisfaction. "But, I turned her down. If it's not for the warning, I would already accept it."

Of course, the elder lied. He did not turn her down, just said he would think about it and give a proper answer tomorrow.

"Outrageous..."

"You just missed, once in a lifetime chance!"

They truly felt a pity. Who cares if this elder was already old, or will be Feng Ao Xiu's junior. If one was given an invitation by a Supreme Expert, there's no reason to turn it down. They would rise to heaven and grow stronger. However, the warning has ruined this elder's future and career.

Then, the discussion between elders heated up into an uncomfortable situation. When the banquet's almost over, they could not help but march to the Clan Lord with a lot of questions in their mind.

"Zhong Tian, I know you're the Clan Lord. But, please give an explanation of the warning you made earlier!"

"Yeah, I hope you're not thinking for a monopoly of power. Why can't we meet Grandmaster Jun."

Feng Zhong Tian was nervous after he saw a lot of elders came to him with an angry face. But, hearing their explanation, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh that... Elders do not need to worry! I was in a hurry at that time, so I issued the warning without a proper explanation. It's not that I don't want the Clan to avoid her, I just don't want someone from the Clan to be her disciple."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"Is it not good to be her disciple?"

"Well, she's looking for disciples..." Feng Zhong Tian continued, "And she wants lots of them... But..."

"Yes, that's a good thing, right?"

"If that's true, then we can shove the members of the Feng Clan until she's satisfied. If possible, all of us can be her disciples."

[All of us to be her disciple!? Do you want the Feng Clan to be destroyed!?]

Feng Zhong Tian felt a terrible headache. It seemed like it's the proper response, but they do not know the terrible dark secret behind it. Even Feng Ao Xiu who's just seating nearby also felt dizzy.

Feng Ao Xiu said to his father, "I think it's better if we just show them what's going on."

"What do you mean?"

"Father, I know it better than anyone else. Even if you issue a warning, there's always someone who didn't listen, especially the naive one."

***

"Four people... This doesn't look good."

Feng Ao Xiu bit his lip as he confirmed the number of unknown shoes in the entrance. It seemed that using the warning created was the wrong choice. Usually, Jun Yin Ying would already be satisfied with obtaining one or two disciples. Then, she will kill... or train them, until the end of their lives before recruiting another. But, by the time it comes, everyone already knows her to refuse.

Yet, this time because of the warning, made everyone wary and did not dare to confirm and be her disciple directly. But because she failed to recruit one, she continued until she found one. Eventually, it reached to more than two hundred before about five per cent of it accept her offer.

"Aaaarrrghh... Help!!!"

"Urrrhghh... Get me out of here!"

"Arrgh... It's the Blood Witch!"

Suddenly, a horrible shriek can be heard, it came from inside one of the rooms.

* Gulp *

"The... The Blood Witch?" An elder said, "Is it the one that the Dong Clan could not even touch?"

Feng Ao Xiu said as he pointed at the door, "The one who wants to be Grandmaster Jun's disciple is allowed to go inside and look at her training program."

Five elders who are unfazed with the shriek came forward and opened the door.

One second...

"Hey, what is this!? What the..."

Two seconds...

"Why is there blood everywhere!?"

"Elders, help us!!!"

Three seconds...

One elder immediately went out of the room. His face went pale.

Four seconds...

"First Young Master... Is that you?"

"Please no, not again!! Aaaraghh!"

Five seconds...

The second elder came running out. As soon as he does, his knees became weak and fell on the ground.

Six seconds...

"No more! Please, I beg of you!"

"Eh... But, there's still much more. And you have to do it every day!?"

"Are you Grandmaster Jun? Wha... What are you doing with that sword?"

Seven Seconds...

Two more elder came out. Their eyes were wide opened as if they saw a demon. They were s.h.i.+vering in fear, and everyone can see that clearly.

Eight Seconds...

"Every day!? To do it every day?"

"I can't take this anymore! Elder, Please kill me!"

"I'm sorry..."

Nine Seconds...

"No, disciple why are you giving up? Don't ask someone to kill you!?"

* Bam... *

Ten seconds...

The last elder finally came out running and immediately vomited on the ground.

Feng Ao Xiu asked, "Anyone still wants to be her disciple?"

As that last elder's stomach still weak from the vomiting, he mustered up his strength and said, "Over my dead body!"

The others shook their heads as fast as a storm.

That last elder stared at his right hand full of blood, remembering how he killed that servant to eased his suffering. His eyes wavered, and his thought was in jumbled before he vomited one more time.

* Huuekkk... * "And... Tell Cheng Hong that First Young Master's days are numbered."