novelraw Chapter 322 : Dao Bell Protects Its Master!
Chapter 322 : Dao Bell Protects Its Master!
Chapter 322: Dao Bell Protects Its Master!
The entire process happened in the blink of an eye. Even the disciples watching the battle from afar could not understand what had just occurred.
Fang Xue and Lin Yi were both dumbfounded. The Supreme Elder, who had been so arrogant and domineering just a moment ago, was instantly killed!
At this moment, the other disciples who witnessed the Holy Son’s head blasted into pieces and his corpse thrown onto the ground felt a wave of sorrow in their hearts.
Once, he had been a legend who was second to none, standing above all disciples of the Brahma God Sect.
He had been praised as the most talented Holy Son in history.
He was even widely believed to be the destined future leader of the sect.
Now, he was discarded on the ground like this, not even leaving a complete corpse!
The youth who had killed him appeared like a god or demon, his entire body overflowing with boundless evil aura. Above his head floated an ancient black bell, strands of Dao Rhyme power visibly cascading down, protecting him at the center.
At the same time, it seemed as if a massive earthquake had struck the entire Brahma God Sect.
From the depths, countless terrifying auras surged forth and descended.
A middle-aged man in purple robes strode through the air, quickly arriving at the scene!
He first glanced at the flesh and blood of the Supreme Elder. Then, with a wave of his hand, he pulled out the elder’s divine soul and placed it into a Soul Nurturing Tablet.
“Elder, this time you acted far too rashly, harming the sect’s image. Rest and recuperate within the Soul Tablet. A hundred years from now, the sect will reconstruct your body.”
The Supreme Elder’s divine soul revealed fear and dread. After casting one last look in Gu Fan’s direction, he immediately burrowed into the Soul Nurturing Tablet.
Several more powerful auras swiftly approached, all middle-aged men whose strength Gu Fan estimated to be at least in the Tribulation Crossing Realm, equivalent to the Five Declines Realm of the Saint Domain.
The purple-robed man who arrived first glanced at the Holy Son’s corpse on the ground and shook his head in regret.
“His divine soul has shattered and dissipated. There is no saving him.”
The others all wore ugly expressions. The Holy Son had been the sect’s proud genius, yet now he was slain. Naturally, they were displeased.
One of the Supreme Elders looked at Gu Fan and sternly demanded:
“The sect forbids disciples from killing each other! How dare you strike him down?”
Gu Fan met their gazes coldly. He did not fear confrontation at all.
This was the perfect chance to see if the Brahma God Sect was worth his loyalty!
“If he could kill me, why could I not kill him?”
“Nonsense! When did the Holy Son ever try to kill you? On the contrary, during battle, he repeatedly urged you to stop, yet you continued provoking him, attempting to slaughter your fellow disciple!”
At this moment, Lin Yi sneered:
“Why not mention what happened in the Rift Land back then? The Holy Son bullied the weak with his Half-step Yang God Realm cultivation against Gu Fan, who hadn’t even reached True Yang! If not for Brother Gu’s great fortune, the one who would have died back then would have been the Holy Son himself!”
The man’s face shifted slightly before he argued:
“Holding onto the past is pointless. The matter in the Rift Land still requires careful judgment. At the very least, the Holy Son’s intentions were for the good of the sect, to avoid offending the other three forces. His actions were understandable!”
“Hahahaha!”
Gu Fan burst into laughter.
“So, according to this elder, the lives of disciples exist solely to safeguard the sect’s interests and relationships?”
As soon as these words fell, everyone’s expressions changed. Even many disciples felt unsettled by the elder’s earlier words.
If this truly represented the sect’s stance, how many disciples’ hearts would turn cold?
If even the lives of the Ten Peaks disciples could be casually sacrificed for the sect’s interests, then what about ordinary disciples like them?
Would they not be worth less than weeds?
Slap!
The purple-robed middle-aged man suddenly struck the elder who had spoken.
“Shut up! Have you not stirred up enough trouble already?”
Then, he turned toward Gu Fan and said:
“You are correct. However, though the Holy Son had faults, he should have been punished by the sect. Instead, you killed him and destroyed the body that a Supreme Elder painstakingly cultivated. Such actions naturally warrant punishment from the sect!”
Gu Fan swung his sleeve and, without yielding an inch, replied:
“Punishment? Forgive me, but I refuse to accept it!”
The purple-robed man’s face darkened. This boy was far too unyielding.
It was supposed to be just a symbolic punishment, not a death sentence.
Yet Gu Fan blatantly refused to cooperate, leaving him no face at all!
His eyes narrowed slightly as he said again:
“Gu Fan, though you have reasons, mistakes must still be punished. Do you mean to defy the sect?”
“Ridiculous. If I have reasons, then what mistake have I made?”
Gu Fan’s voice was sharp.
“Defy the sect? If you can truly represent the will of the sect’s highest authority, then today I will count myself as defying it. So what? Will you expel me?”
“You—!”
The purple-robed man and the Supreme Elders beside him were all furious.
This brat was infuriating—always twisting things into grand principles.
He gave them no respect at all. After all, they were Supreme Elders!
“Gu Fan is too fierce! He’s going head-on against the Supreme Elders!”
“I actually think he’s right. Why should he bear responsibility if he’s done nothing wrong?”
“Exactly. Didn’t the Supreme Elder just admit that the Holy Son made mistakes too? Shouldn’t mistakes be punished?”
“Gu Fan has already defeated the Holy Son. If the sect forces him away, then… I’d like to see who they can put in his place among the younger generation.”
“Isn’t there still Fang Xue and Lin Yi?”
“They’re both close with Gu Fan. Do you think they’d accept it willingly?”
The disciples’ discussions grew louder.
Many of them saw the situation clearly. The Holy Son was not only a symbol of the sect’s strength but also a spiritual leader for the disciples!
Among the Four Great Sects, each had such a disciple to act as a guiding figure.
The Holy Son was simply the result of excessive glorification.
Yet, without such a figure, things would fall apart!
Now, with the Holy Son dead, if Gu Fan left as well, and if Lin Yi and Fang Xue refused to take up the position, then the Brahma God Sect would have no one comparable to the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of other sects!
On a smaller scale, it would damage morale. On a larger scale, if this incident spread, the sect’s future disciple recruitment would also suffer.
The Supreme Elders were furious at the disciples’ murmurs and wanted to suppress Gu Fan immediately. But the purple-robed elder held them back.
His gaze landed on the ancient black bell above Gu Fan’s head, his face darkening.
“Leaving this matter aside for now, what is going on with that Dao Bell above your head?”
Everyone was stunned at his words. They had indeed been alarmed by the terrifying aura earlier, but they had not realized it came from the Dao Bell.
Now that he mentioned it, they finally noticed it.
But it was not their fault for being late to notice. Normally, very few ever saw the true Dao Bell—not because it was difficult to qualify, but because if the Dao Bell did not wish to be seen, even if it floated before you, you might not recognize it.
Most people had only seen imitations of the Dao Bell, said to contain but a single strand of its divine aura.
Now that they saw the real Dao Bell, hardly anyone could recognize it at first sight!