Exiled Clan - 73 Crazy elder

The competition was entering its final stage where the 30 remaining participants would have to fight, leading to one final victor of the competition who would have the privilege to enter any sect of his choice.

But everyone was busy looking at the blue-robed elder who was accepting disciples as if his life depended on it,

Almost half of the participating crowd had been accepted by him, none of the other elders had even made a move to accept a single disciple. They were waiting for the competition to enter its last stages before they would make their choices, most of them were not even paying attention to the competition going below till now.

The Elders whispered amongst themselves, quite disturbed by the blue-robed elder who was of low cultivation and was accepting anyone that moved in their opinion, even the contenders who were eliminated in the first round were accepted by him.

Now even the contestants were unsure of what to think of the current situation. The whispering of the crowd continued, they dare not stare at the elder so they stole glances while making up theories in their heads.

Even the prince who held this event was confused about the situation he was expecting 10 or so people getting selected in some sects, But looking at the massive crowd of people participants along with their families standing in the back area. These people had been selected by the blue-robed elder. He couldn’t help but ask his steward.

“What is happening Minister?”

“Who is that young man?” the prince fired both the question not waiting for the old man occupying the position nearest to him to reply to the first one.

“I think that sire, he belongs to the Spirit Ocean Sect.”

“Do you think it is some kind of Demonic Plot hatched by my siblings”

“No my lord, It seems that he is a branch elder from a new sect, perhaps they require disciples to fill their number.”

“What nonsense!” the prince scoffed at the explanation provided by his steward.

“Sire that’s what the other elders were suggesting. I’m merely forwarding the news!” the old steward said sheepishly standing next to a man adorned in golden robes with sun embroider on it.

“Hmm, hmm whatever it is, it shall be beneficial for us if people get selected into sects, but if their families started leaving with them it will do us harm instead.”

“I shall make sure that it doesn’t come to that my lord.” the old man bowed as he backed out from the viewing box from where the prince was observing the competition.

Now only 10 competitors have left in the competition and all of the elders quit their slacking demeanor as they concentrated on the field sizing up each of the competitors nodding their heads from time to time.

Rudra also looked at these disciples, but looking around he saw that various elders were also paying attention now.

“It looks like I cant snag more people now, well there’s nothing wrong in trying,” Rudra said as he grinned quite happy with today’s progress. He had accepted close to a hundred disciples and along with their family, they would inflate the number in the Shattered Ocean Sect by 500.

Rudra was even planning on creating a town for the mortals that were related to the disciples of the sect to stay inside his territory.

Rudra grin almost blinded other elders to took glances at him from the corners of their eyes,

They were seriously wondering if this person was brain dead. But how could they understand that he was planning to hack the game, granting Immortal spirits to these disciples making up for their lack of talent in the water element.

At present in the fields, Someone was walking towards the stage just as another character stepped in.

“Chen!” the person standing inside the ring spat fire upon seeing his opponent enter the ring.

“Nobu, it seems you want your ass beat again.” the other man replied with contempt.

His defeat at the hands of Chen’s singular punch in the Prince’s manor last time was the shame of his life for Nobu. Not only did he lose all face in front of his peers, but more importantly, he had been made a fool in front of Juxue. Even now, Juxue was rather stand-offish towards him.

Nobu felt that it was all Chen’s fault. If it wasn’t for that bastard, Chen, how could he, Nobu, be relegated as a joke for the entire city.

Nobu turned to look at a gorgeous girl who was dressed in black and stood out like a swan in a bunch of ducks.

Seeing the girl turn her head in contempt, Nobu was reminded of the vile rumors spreading about him in the city. He was certain it was all a plot hatched by his enemy Chen. Except, his sudden epiphany was even more of an insult in Chen’s eyes.

“Chen, how dare you treat me this way! If it wasn’t for your evil trick, do you think you could’ve beaten me!” Nobu yelled hoarsely as he paid no heed to what sort of occasion it was.

“This means that you don’t accept your defeat?” Chen smiled faintly.

“Accept? Who do you think you are for me to concede to you?” Nobu’s anger boiled as he argued with his opponent.

“Then, what do you want to do?” Chen remained cool and collected.

“I… I want to fight you!” Nobu roared. He did not accept his defeat, he had not conceded! He was going to gain back his lost prestige and more!