Chapter 4 Someone Cleans Up

  Wang Xuanyang looked over in the direction of the sound.

  A large group of young men wearing all sorts of clothes surged into the Symbol Stele Square, starting to drive away other named disciples who were contemplating the symbol steles.

  These young men were also nominal disciples.

  However, on their chests, they wear various badges.

  Wang Xuanyang merged the memories of his predecessor and instantly knew the identities of these young men, who came from several extremely powerful groups among the registered disciples, such as the Chi Yan Society, the Brotherhood Alliance, the Jade Maiden Society, the Red Flower Society, and the Black Dragon Society. Such groups were not uncommon among the registered disciples, and it was normal for them to form cliques and factions.

  What's most important is that these groups of people have all coalesced into different species.

  Only those who have condensed out of their own kind can qualify to join these groups.

  These groups are so powerful among their registered followers that they can be described as being completely unscrupulous.

  The five people mentioned just now, Hong Shixiong, Liu Shixiong, Yin Shijie, Hu Shixiong and Ning Shijie, are all leaders of these groups. They are renowned named disciples and extraordinary geniuses who have almost condensed all the basic symbols.

  The five major groups have joined forces to clear the field, it seems that the five peerless geniuses are preparing for their final sprint.

  Among the tens of thousands of registered disciples of the Unspoken Sect, these five people can almost be ranked in the top ten. In this assessment, they have a high probability of being directly promoted to inner sect disciples.

  Compared to being promoted from an outer disciple to an inner disciple, being directly promoted from a named disciple to an inner disciple has a much greater advantage, and will receive a higher evaluation from the sect, as well as focused cultivation.

  That's why many talented disciples have great ambitions and want to take a shortcut.

  Unfortunately, the success rate is still relatively low, and it's already good if there are three or five in each assessment.

  Originally, there were hundreds and thousands of named disciples in the Fu Bi Square to participate in the comprehension, but when these groups of people rushed over, the vast majority of people retreated one after another. No one dared to stay behind, as the power of these groups was too great. Moreover, the five leaders might become inner door disciples, and if they were offended, it would be impossible to stay in the Fu Bi Sect again.

  There are also a very small number of people who don't want to leave, this half month is their last chance, once they can't condense out the symbol species, they will be completely kicked out of the Unspeakable Sect.

  Their actions have completely dashed their hopes.

  Wang Xuanyang didn't move either.

  He now has precious time, only half a month left, he wants to be promoted directly to the inner door disciple in the assessment, and must seize every minute and second.

  If I leave Tahrir Square now, I will be wasting several days of my time.

  These five great geniuses need to condense their Qi symbols, which will definitely take a few days.

  Soon, on the vast Stele Square, except for those groups of people, only a dozen or so people including Wang Xuanyang were left.

  Apart from Wang Xuan Yang, the other dozen or so were unable to condense out their symbols.

  They pinned their hopes on the last half month.

  Their eyes were red with extreme anger.

  "Hmph, temporarily clinging to Buddha's feet is useless. Trash is trash, no matter how much time you're given, it's a waste. Let me tell you, if you delay the important matters of the five senior brothers and sisters, you won't have good days ahead. Now get out!"

  A black-clothed youth with a scar on his face walked over, his tone extremely arrogant, his eyes high and mighty, carrying an extremely strong aura. Faintly visible in his eyes were some symbol shadows flickering and floating about, which was the projection of the symbols in his mind under the stimulation of spiritual power, casting an invisible pressure on others.

  His words were like a basin of cold water poured over the remaining dozen or so people.

  Although they were reluctant, they could only swallow their anger and leave the square.

  They know that once they offend these groups, even if they leave the church later, they may still face revenge, and even bring trouble to their families.

  This is also the sorrow of the weak, without great power, they can only be bullied by others.

  There were only two people left in the square.

  Wang Xuanyang

  There was also a thin and pale young man in grey clothes, with a messy hair and dirty face, it could be seen that he hadn't washed for a long time, his eyes were full of stubbornness and unyielding spirit.

  He clenched his fists, and all ten fingernails dug into the flesh of his palms.

  Wang Xuanyang couldn't help but take a glance at this young man. He didn't expect that there was still someone who wasn't afraid of these groups?

  "Alright, alright, it seems like you two are not going to cry until you see the coffin. Let's go!"

  The young man in black gave Wang Xuan and Yang a cold look, then waved his hand and led several groups of people out of the square, sealing off all the entrances to the square and prohibiting others from entering.

  His tone was extremely threatening.

  However, he was temporarily unable to do anything about Wang Xuan Yang and the others.

  Fighting and killing are prohibited on the Square of Stele.

  Once they take action, they will be subject to severe punishment by the guardians of the Square of Symbols.

  Wang Xuanyang saw these people leave and didn't want to linger either, continuing to contemplate the stele.

  The boy in grey also gritted his teeth and sat down cross-legged.

  Outside the square.

  There were many more disciples watching from the sidelines.

  Although they were extremely resentful of the actions of the Red Flame Society and other groups, unfortunately they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out.

  "Alas, now even the last chance is gone, forget it, anyway hope is slim."

  In a corner outside the square, Zhao Fu, Wang Chong and Fang Ming shook their heads and sighed.

  They had originally planned to spend the last half month contemplating the Fu Stele, making their final efforts, but they didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing. They all came from ordinary families, how could they have the guts to confront organizations like Chi Yan Hui?

  "Look, the person still in the square, doesn't he look like Wang Xuanyang?"

  Suddenly, Zhao Fu's sharp eyes caught sight of a figure sitting cross-legged on the square, and he felt a sense of familiarity, exclaiming in surprise.

  "Huh? It seems so, why is he still staying in the square?"

  "This is troublesome, he has already condensed his symbol kind, even if he doesn't comprehend the symbol stele for this period of time, it's not a problem, how can he be so stubborn!"

  "This doesn't seem like him?"

  "What kind of person is he? We've never really understood his personality. Think about what happened yesterday, it's as if he's become a different person."

  "Never mind, we also have to leave Wuyin Temple. From now on, we will be in two different worlds and his affairs are none of our business. Let's just take care of ourselves!"

  Three people whispered to each other in a tone of despair and dejection, shaking their heads and sighing as they left the Symbol Stele Square.

  Wang Xuanyang once again condensed out thirty-six kinds of symbols.

  There is still some spiritual power left in his mind, and apparently, his spiritual power has grown to a certain extent.

  Seventy-two substantial symbols float in the mind like stars, extremely mysterious.

  Wang Xuanyang gently let out a breath.

  Next is to recover spiritual power, but natural recovery is too slow.

  Less than half a month is left, if the recovery speed of spiritual power cannot be increased, it is definitely impossible to condense all the basic symbols before the assessment. If I fail to become an inner door disciple, my situation in the Unspoken Sect will be precarious later on, after all, I have offended several groups at once.

  In the late afternoon, Wang Xuanyang stood up and walked out of the Fu Bei Square.

  By this time, those few talented disciples had still not arrived.

  Wang Xuanyang couldn't help but sneer in his heart, these people really put on a big show, they haven't even arrived yet and they're already clearing the scene ahead of time, they really think they're some kind of big shot.

  "Finally willing to come out, but let me tell you, you're completely finished."

  The black-clad youth who had been so arrogant earlier blocked Wang Xuanyang's path, sneering coldly.

  "It's not up to you to decide whether something is finished or not. A good dog doesn't block the way, get out of here!"

  Wang Xuanyang said calmly.

  Anyway, having already offended him, Wang Xuanyang didn't bother with polite words anymore.

  "What did you say?"

  The black-clad youth's eyes widened in shock, he simply didn't dare believe that this was coming from Wang Xuanyang's mouth.

  "Do I need to say it again?" Wang Xuanyang's eyes turned cold.

  At this time, more than a dozen named disciples belonging to the group surrounded him, with evil eyes.

  "Good, good, as expected."

  The black-clad youth's eyes were extremely cold, with a heavy symbol shadow in his double pupils, and an invisible pressure suddenly enveloped Wang Xuanyang.

  If it were a named disciple who had not condensed any symbols, they would definitely be intimidated and overwhelmed by this pressure. Even if it was a named disciple who had condensed one or two symbols, they would still be suppressed.

  However, Wang Xuan Yang condensed 72 symbol species, and this number of symbol species among the tens of thousands of registered disciples in the Unspoken Symbol Sect can definitely be ranked in the top hundred.

  The spiritual pressure of the black-clothed youth had no effect on Wang Xuan Yang at all.

  Wang Xuanyang let out a cold laugh, suddenly mobilizing his spiritual energy and urging on the thirty-six types of talismans within. In an instant, a pressure far more terrifying than that of the black-robed youth emanated from him.

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