Sage of Humanity

The sect master had no clue what Lu Ye had gone through in the Spirit Stream battlefield over the past six months, but Shui Yuan had seen it all while helping him dress his wounds. The boy's body, at the tender age of sixteen or seventeen, was covered with interlacing new and old scars, several of which were extremely fatal.

One could only imagine what kind of tribulations he had suffered on the Spirit Stream battlefield.

To let an innocent and naive youth suffer such hardships was his negligence, the responsibility of the Righteous Blood Sect, so after bringing Lu Ye back to the sect headquarters, he had charged into Yunzhou.

He had to ensure that there would never again be an unfair battle like at Golden Light Peak. He needed those old immortals at Ten Thousand Demons Ridge to understand that as long as he stood, that barrier of the Righteous Blood Sect was still there, and the sect's disciples were not to be insulted without consequence!

For this, he even went so far as to reveal the cultivation he had hidden for decades.

In the room, the sect master gently patted Lu Ye's shoulder, smiling, "It's rare for you to find your way back on your own. Now rest and recover from your injuries."

Lu Ye replied respectfully, "Yes!"

His curiosity surged as he thought to himself, why did the sect master look like he had been hammered, bruised and bloodied?

Suddenly, he began to understand why his Second Senior Sister had moved another bed in.

"Did you come by yourself, or should I help you over?" Shui Yuan suddenly asked.

The sect master stood up straight and smiled casually as if nothing was wrong, "These are just minor scratches, no need for such fuss… Oh…"

"Sect Master!" Lu Ye cried out in alarm, watching as the sect master spewed a mouthful of fresh blood while speaking and turned pale.

With a smile still on his face, the sect master looked at him, "Don't worry, it's just some congested blood, once I vomit it out… Oh…"

Shui Yuan quickly rushed over, propped the sect master up, and laid him on the adjacent bed. After much bustling, she finally stabilized his condition, her eyes reddened with blame, "You old man, always so stubborn with your old limbs. You'll die out there sooner or later, and there will be no one to even retrieve your body."

The sect master was so scolded that he didn't have a comeback, only able to lament in his heart about the lack of propriety and filial piety among his disciples.

Lu Ye watched from the side, heart racing with fear, and suddenly realized that his Second Senior Sister was perhaps not as gentle as he thought...

No sooner had Second Senior Sister finished her flurry of activities, not having a moment to wipe the sweat from her forehead, than a voice shouted from outside, "Old man, Second Senior Sister, I'm back!"

Hearing the voice, Lu Ye responded, "Fourth Senior Brother?"

A moment later, a figure as straight as a sword appeared at the door—it was Li Baxian.

Their eyes met, and Li Baxian grinned at Lu Ye, but swiftly collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Fourth Senior Brother!" Lu Ye exclaimed.

Li Baxian, lying on the ground, raised one hand and gave Lu Ye a thumbs-up, "Don't panic, I'm still good!"

Shui Yuan, who had just settled the sect master, appeared before Li Baxian in a flash, grabbed his collar, and hoisted him up. As she eyed his injuries, her expression changed slightly, "Such severe wounds."

Li Baxian flashed Shui Yuan a brilliant, sunny smile, "Yanh Xing got it worse, I didn't disgrace the Righteous Blood Sect!"

After he spoke, his head tilted to the side, and he passed out.

Shui Yuan then got busy once again…

Two hours later, Shui Yuan, wiping the sweat from her forehead, eyed the three sickbeds in front of her, feeling utterly exhausted.

A moment later, she showed a smile again. The Righteous Blood Sect hadn't been this lively in many years.

That day, Lu Ye spent his time in that strange atmosphere, with three sickbeds arranged in the room, his in the middle, the sect master on the right, and Li Baxian on the left.

In the entire sect, four people were left—three lying down, leaving only Shui Yuan bustling about alone...

Two days later, three large tubs appeared in the room. Steam rose from within the wooden tubs filled with a green medicinal solution, with the sect master, Li Baxian, and Lu Ye each soaking in one, absorbing the medicine's effects while sitting in meditation.

This was a concoction mixed by the Second Senior Sister, very beneficial for healing injuries.

The bandages that had been wrapped around Lu Ye the previous day were taken off, and he noticed that his hair had been significantly shortened. Recalling the last battle, it must have been burnt off by that female cultivator from the Sacred Fire Order. Luckily, he wasn't left bald, otherwise, it would have been embarrassing to meet anyone.

Under the care of Second Senior Sister, his external injuries had mostly healed.

Sharing a room and spending several days together, Lu Ye had come to understand the basic situation of the Righteous Blood Sect through casual conversations with the fourth junior brother and the sect master.@@novelbin@@

The entire Righteous Blood Sect consisted of only the sect master and Second Senior Sister, young and old, before he arrived; now with him, there were a total of three people.

This was more than just a decline in talent or waning of the sect--no wonder people said that the Righteous Blood Sect was on the brink of obsolescence.

As for his fourth junior brother Li Baxian, although he was once considered a disciple of the Righteous Blood Sect in his youth, he had since transferred to the Loyal Heart Sect. The situation with his third senior brother was similar; he was in another sect, officially no longer a disciple of the Righteous Blood Sect but merely bearing the sect's background.

As for First Senior Sister Weh Ying, Lu Ye had not seen her since waking up. When he asked the fourth junior brother, he replied mysteriously, "First Senior Sister, she's like a divine dragon that shows its head but hides its tail. You'll hardly see her in the future, so don't pay too much attention."

He didn't explain the First Senior Sister's situation in detail to Lu Ye, leaving him confused. He had wanted to personally thank her, after all, it was she who arrived first in the nick of time at Golden Light Peak and protected him.

Why he, as a disciple of the Righteous Blood Sect, was targeted had also been clarified by his fourth junior brother.

Only then did Lu Ye learn that decades ago, the Righteous Blood Sect had an extraordinary individual, their senior brother of this generation, Feng Wujiang!

Under this senior brother's leadership, the Righteous Blood Sect rose rapidly and became a flagship and a banner of the Haotian Alliance. At that time, with the Righteous Blood Sect's call, countless followers emerged, and many Ten Thousand Demons Ridge sects were suppressed by them. Several 1st grade sects even fell several grades, with the Sacred Fire Order being one of them.

Hence, to kill Lu Ye this time, even the Saintess of the Sacred Fire Order was willing to cripple her spiritual orifice.

The limitless glory and praise seemed to have gradually caused that senior brother to lose himself; he became increasingly stubborn and willful. Thirty years ago, in a great battle between two camps, he disregarded advice and led a group of strong fighters to attack a 1st grade sect from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge.

The result was an ambush and, in that battle, Feng Wujiang perished, and the Haotian Alliance suffered heavy losses.

In that battle, nearly all of the Righteous Blood Sect disciples who fought were wiped out.

It was also because of that battle that the Righteous Blood Sect gradually began to decline, and to this day, the once proud banner of the Haotian Alliance was on the verge of being removed. Naturally, the enemies who had been suppressed by the Righteous Blood Sect did not wish to see their lineage continue, which is why such tumult ensued after Lu Ye's identity was revealed.

"So you see, this trouble was caused by that senior brother, and you little junior brother are just bearing the brunt of a feud you shouldn't have to," Li Baxian, with a wine gourd in his mouth, said as he sat in his barrel, bare-chested and leaning back against the edge. "The old man is useless, after senior brother died, he couldn't hold the fort anymore."

"You were only how old at that time? What did you understand?" The voice of the sect master came from the other side. "The Righteous Blood Sect wasn't considered a strong sect to begin with. It was your senior brother who pulled the sect up with his own strength. He was the reason the sect became 1st grade. When he fell, the sect naturally lost its foundation.

Your senior brother... indeed, he was exceptionally talented, just died too young, leaving behind a mess."

"Exceptionally talented?" Li Baxian laughed, "How does he compare to our little junior brother?"

The sect master remained silent. It was difficult to compare; though Feng Wujiang was exceptionally talented, he hadn't achieved something globally shocking at the Level 5 realm. That disciple was a late bloomer, unremarkable before reaching the Cloud River Realm, and then suddenly exhibiting extraordinary talent.

Eventually, he became uncontrollable and at his peak, even earned the honor of Haotian Alliance Hierarch.

Moments later, the sect master suddenly said, "Yiye, when you walk the Spirit Stream battlefield in the future, be very careful. Although the battle at Golden Light Peak made you famous, it will also make the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge even more wary of you. They won't want to see a second Feng Wujiang rise. If there's a chance, they'll definitely try to eliminate you."

Half a year ago, the sect master had intended to send Lu Ye to another sect for cultivation, but that was definitely no longer possible now. After the battle at Golden Light Peak, Lu Ye had been branded with the Righteous Blood Sect's label, and everyone now knew there was a Lu Yiye in the Righteous Blood Sect.

Lu Ye opened his mouth, wanting to tell the sect master that he wasn't called Yiye, but eventually he didn't bother to correct it and simply responded, "Yes!"

He swore inwardly, Righteousness Sect's Yue Shan, you and I are irreconcilable!

Li Baxian reassured, "But little junior brother, you don't need to worry too much. The old man... um, with the old man around, something like this time won't happen again. Even if Ten Thousand Demons Ridge targets you, it will only be within the rules."

"Within the rules?"

"In short, in the Spirit Stream battlefield, people from the outer circle handle outer circle matters, and people from the inner circle handle inner circle matters. No strong fighter from the Core Circle will come out to kill you again. Otherwise, if everyone does this, not only will the Spirit Stream battlefield be chaotic, but the Nine Provinces will be as well.

Although the Haotian Alliance and Ten Thousand Demons Ridge are at odds, they still operate according to rules. This time, it was mainly because some in Ten Thousand Demons Ridge were desperate and wronged you."

Lu Ye nodded, indicating he understood. This was good news for him. He was currently at Level 5 cultivation and could still mix in the outer circle for a while. Once he reached Level 6-7, he would have to move to the inner circle.

Thump...!

The door was kicked open, and the mist in the room surged.

Second Senior Sister Shui Yuan's icy voice rang out: "Who is drinking wine?"

Li Baxian's movement stiffened as he turned his head to look at Shui Yuan: "It's not... I didn't..."

"Still drinking wine even with such serious injuries, didn't I warn you not to drink during this time? If you like drinking so much, go ahead and drink to your heart's content!" Second Senior Sister quickly approached Li Baxian, rolled up her sleeves, and reached for his head, pushing him directly into the water.

Bubble bubble, bubble bubble...

Lu Ye and the sect master, separated by a barrel, exchanged glances and slowly slipped into the water, leaving only their eyes above the surface.

Shivering with fear!