Chapter 893: Shouting a Person to Death

The nine-story celestial ladder, as if carved from white jade, exuded an ancient feel, standing for who knows how many years.

This was the ladder used by Dragon Tiger Mountain to test disciples' cultivation. Ordinary people could barely manage four steps, yet a mortal was about to ascend it.

"Girl, what are you doing here causing trouble?" The gloomy old man frowned immediately. Wasn't this deliberately making a mess? He directly questioned Lin Xu, shouting, "What are you up to? Bringing a mortal in is bad enough, but now you want to disrupt the assembly?"

"Who's disrupting the assembly? How do you know she can't make it up?" Lin Xu replied calmly, his face cold as he shouted.

"Lin Xu, this isn't the time for recruiting disciples. Don't cause trouble," someone said disapprovingly, scolding him.

"Damn it, I wish I could. A bunch of ignorant fools," Lin Xu muttered inwardly. Although Qing Xiaoyue was a mortal, her body was flawless, clearly purified by Yang Tian, making her very suitable for cultivation.

"Xiaoyue, go show them," Lin Xu said, pointing at the ladder. Behind her was a great cultivator; walking up would be a breeze.

Qing Xiaoyue nodded and stepped forward with lotus steps. When she reached the first step, she felt a kind of majesty pressing down on her, but without much discomfort, she moved to the second step.

Without hesitation, she swiftly climbed three stone steps. A group of old Daoists stared wide-eyed—was she about to defy heaven?

Her foot suddenly lifted, stepping onto the fourth step. She felt a faint majesty pressing down, but she waved her fist, and a towering will within her bloodline directly dispersed it.

Swiftly, she stepped onto the fifth, sixth, and seventh steps. By the eighth step, auspicious clouds faintly appeared in the sky.

Yang Tian flicked his finger, directly capturing Qing Xiaoyue's gaze as she looked up, and felt that this ladder was extraordinary, capable of testing one's aptitude.

No kidding, Qing Xiaoyue had received a great opportunity, her body washed with merit, and a precious medicine had restored her vitality. Her aptitude had long since changed. Who else would be willing to wash their body with merit?

A group of old codgers went wild, red-eyed, circling Qing Xiaoyue as if looking at a rare treasure. She had actually reached the eighth step—what an incredible aptitude!

"Damn it, where did you find her?" The white-haired old man's face flushed with excitement, and he couldn't help but curse. This aptitude was terrifying; she was definitely a genius in the cultivation world.

"There's a master present, be careful," Lin Xu said quietly.

"What?" The white-haired old man was startled. His eyes swept around a few times before finally settling on the young man who had been looking left and right.

"How is that possible? Where did he find her?" The gloomy old man was full of disbelief. She had actually climbed eight steps!

This aptitude even caught the attention of a few who were nearly in their coffins. They tottered in, and an old woman scrutinized her closely.

"What do you want?" Qing Xiaoyue said fearfully, nervously.

"Little girl, how about becoming my disciple?" an old woman couldn't help but say, her face full of smiles.

"I am the head of Mount Taihang. I decide to take you as my first disciple," an old Daoist said with a joyful face.

"I am the vice-head of Wudang Mountain. I decide to take you as my inherited disciple," a middle-aged man said, tears in his eyes.

"I don't want to take a master. Brother Yang Tian will teach me. Thank you for your kindness," Xiaoyue quickly avoided them, pulling Yang Tian's arm and saying.

Seeing this young man, the people around frowned. He was clearly someone who didn't understand cultivation—how could he teach such a person?

"I say, little brother, such a fine jade cannot be wasted. Since you are her elder brother, you must think of her future." Someone stepped forward, smiling broadly. "Hand her over to me, and I will grant you a lifetime of glory."

"Whether she bows or not is up to her. Why drag me into it?" Yang Tian shook his head slightly, speaking indifferently.

"You insolent monkey! How dare you speak to the Grandmaster like that!" A group of people approached from afar. One young man among them, seeing this, his eyes blazing with divine light, roared.

He had just arrived and didn't understand what was happening. Seeing a mortal speaking as an equal to the Deputy Grandmaster of Wudang Mountain, he was instantly enraged and struck out directly.

"Stop!" Seeing this, the Deputy Grandmaster was greatly alarmed. This was her brother—if he killed him, how could she become his disciple? But the young man moved too fast, already at Yang Tian's side.

"Master, let me teach him a lesson and make him understand what kind of place Wudang Mountain is!" The young man shouted, striking like lightning, his palm aimed at Yang Tian's back.

The young man's strength was not weak; he was at the martial artist level. But just as his palm was about to strike Yang Tian's back, he was frozen in midair.

"As a cultivator, casually attacking a mortal—how disappointing." Yang Tian shook his head.

"Little friend, don't misunderstand. My disciple is too hot-tempered." The Grandmaster felt stifled and scolded the attacker: "What's wrong with you? Haven't I always taught you to treat others equally? Apologize at once!"

"Your bearing is extraordinary, Master. I admire it." Yang Tian nodded slightly, smiling.

"Which fellow Daoist has acted? Please release my disciple quickly." The Deputy Grandmaster said to those around. As his words fell, the attacking young man suddenly retreated, his face full of shock, feeling as if he had just faced an unattainable divine mountain.

"What did you say? This woman dared to hit you!" A thunderous voice rang out. From afar, two men and two women rushed over. The leading middle-aged woman looked at Qing Xiaoyue and growled.

"That's right, Senior Sister, it's her!" Chen Li pointed at Qing Xiaoyue and shrieked.

"You wretch, I'll split you alive!" The middle-aged woman roared and struck again, charging at Qing Xiaoyue.

Yang Tian snorted coldly, his large hand pressing down. The four who had rushed over were instantly suppressed by him. He shouted, "How dare you! Repeatedly causing trouble—do you think I dare not kill you?"

The sudden change shocked everyone around. Wasn't this young man a mortal? He had suppressed four people. Who was he?

With a hum, a figure in white robes surged forward. The woman was graceful, with an ethereal temperament and flowing hair. Her palms pushed horizontally through the air, striking at the young man.

"Get down!" Yang Tian shouted softly. The white-robed woman, despite her powerful aura, had no ability to resist and was directly suppressed.

"You're asking for death! How dare you suppress us!" Chen Li roared, her face twisted with rage. With so many pillars of the cultivation world here, he was too presumptuous.

Yang Tian swept his cold eyes over her. A lightning bolt flashed from his opening and closing pupils, directly splitting the woman. His hand pressed down again, and the four suppressed people all spat blood, nearly shaken to death inside.

With the shocking turn of events, the entire venue fell silent. A cold wind swept through, and many people shivered.

They all looked incredulous. This guy had killed Chen Li with just a glare.

"Get out here!" Yang Tian's eyes looked into the sky. As his sharp cry sounded, the sky directly collapsed, and a man in black fell down.

"Who?" Seeing the falling man, everyone around was greatly alarmed. How could someone have been hiding here?