Chapter 152: The Elders Token

Chapter 152: The Elder's Token

"Insolence!" The cultivators in purple surrounded Xiao Nanfeng, their weapons drawn.

Zheng Qian frowned. "These cultivators are lawless. Benefactor, you have to leave at once!"

"Matters here aren't settled yet. Why should I leave?" Xiao Nanfeng rejected Zheng Qian's suggestion.

"What are all of you doing? Make a move if you dare!" Ye Dafu jumped out from the crowd and pointed at the cultivators in purple.

"Who dares provoke our senior brother?!" The disabled Taiqing disciples, hearing the commotion, likewise stepped forward in defense of Xiao Nanfeng.

The cultivators in purple, now with their numerical advantage stripped from them, couldn't help but frown.

"What strength! Who dared to launch a sneak attack on me?" The purple-clad leader slowly got up from the ground.

"What division of the Taiqing sect do you belong to?" Xiao Nanfeng asked coldly.

"He's not a disciple, but rather a guard of the most senior disciple of the Mortal division," Ye Dafu quickly replied.

"Oh?"

"The most senior disciple of the Mortal division is the third prince of the Tianshu Empire, and he has a group of guards protecting him at all times. That's them," Ye Dafu explained.

"So these aren't Taiqing disciples to begin with? Why doesn't anyone stop these foreign troublemakers, then?" Xiao Nanfeng demanded.

"We work for His Highness, and our reputation is his reputation. You'll suffer for daring to launch a sneak attack on me!" the purple-clad leader cried out, leaping toward Xiao Nanfeng. This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.

"Insolence!" The disciples attempted to block the attack, but Xiao Nanfeng was even faster than they were. He flashed right by his opponent's side and sent him flying even faster than before. He smashed into a huge tree.

"This is the Taiqing Immortal Sect, not the Tianshu Palace. How dare a foreigner lay a hand on a Taiqing disciple? Strike again and I'll have you leave your head behind, too," Xiao Nanfeng warned.

The man coughed out blood as he stood up. Clearly, Xiao Nanfeng had held back the first time. The second time around, after confirming that the man wasn't a Taiqing disciple, Xiao Nanfeng had been much more decisive.

"Sir!" The purple-clad cultivators immediately rushed over to him.

Some brandished their weapons at Xiao Nanfeng, not sure what to make of him.

"Swing it at me and see what happens." Xiao Nanfeng's eyes flashed with killing intent.

"Sheathe your blades!" the purple-clad leader called out, his face dark. He continued to cough out blood. He knew that his opponent wouldn't go lightly on his subordinates; if they really did attack him, they might well be slain.

"So what if you represent a senior disciple of the Mortal division? Is he going to take responsibility if I end up crippled for life?"

"I'll fight you for these pills if I must!"

The gathered Taiqing disciples clearly had no intention of giving up on this batch of limb regeneration pills, but the old shopkeeper of the apothecary was firm. "I apologize, but rules are rules. This batch of pills has been reserved by a senior disciple of the Mortal division, and I can't do anything about it."

He was well aware that the ordinary Taiqing disciples were far less influential than the third prince of the Tianshu Empire; he could hardly afford to offend the latter, even at cost to the former.

"If you can't do anything about it, then you had better leave your position. There are plenty of nominal disciples around who can serve as shopkeep," Xiao Nanfeng replied.

"I apologize, but my position is of sufficient importance that only sect elders can remove me from it. Unless you have an elder present or an elder's token, then—"

The old man was about to continue talking when he suddenly stopped short. An elder's token had appeared in Xiao Nanfeng's hand.

"This is—!" the old man exclaimed.

"Using the Lady Arclight's token on you is a waste, but I do need to prioritize my junior disciples' treatment. You've been removed from your position," Xiao Nanfeng announced.

"No! You can't use an elder's token so casually. You must have stolen this!" the old man cried out.

"We can all bear witness that the Lady Arclight conferred this token on Senior Brother Nanfeng herself," the disabled disciples called out.

"What? How could this be?" Flustered, the old man turned to the cultivators in purple. He had been assisting them in making life difficult for Zheng Qian, and they had a tacit accord. Now that he was in trouble, he eyed the purple-clad leader as though asking for help.

"Don't bother looking toward them. They're a bunch of foreigners, who have no say in internal matters of the sect," Xiao Nanfeng continued coolly.

The elderly man stiffened and looked around in mounting panic.

The purple-clad leader narrowed his eyes, pretending not to see the old shopkeeper's expectant gaze. He didn't dare to make a move, not when an elder's token was in play. If he dared slander the elder's token, that could be viewed as willful violation of the sect rules. Even the third prince wouldn't be able to save him then.

"Juniors, go pay for your limb regeneration pills. Leave eight behind for my friend, please." Xiao Nanfeng looked around at the group of disciples that had gathered around him.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!" The disciples surged forward.

Zheng Qian sighed in relief. His friends and relatives were safe.

"Nanfeng? Just you wait!" The leader of the purple-clad cultivators sniffed haughtily as he left. He was unable to prevent Xiao Nanfeng's actions now; all he could do was leave. The other cultivators in purple followed suit.

"A bunch of phonies! Feh!" Ye Dafu called out.

"Ye Dafu, help me out. Keep an eye on them," Xiao Nanfeng whispered.

Ye Dafu immediately nodded, arranging for his lackeys to take turns spying on the purple-clad cultivators.