Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1535 - 1734: Olive Branches from the Sects!

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the Sect Master of Tianwang Fort, waiting for him to make the final decision. At this moment, he closed his eyes slightly and began to consider the pros and cons silently.
He had always been decisive and ruthless; otherwise, he wouldn't have risen to the position of Sect Master of Tianwang Fort. To obtain this position, he killed many people, stepping over their corpses to sit where he was now. So when faced with profit, if he needed to kill, he would choose to use assassins without hesitation to reap benefits.
The Sect Master of Tianwang Fort opened his eyes and said, "Alright, proceed with this plan!"
He then glanced at Ye Yiyun and several elders, and said to one of the elders, "Liu Yu, among the elders, you are the strongest, so take Elder Haoyang, Elder Fan, and Yiyun to get this done properly."
Elder Haoyang's real name is Guan Haoyang, while Elder Fan is called Luo Fan.
Upon hearing the Sect Master's order, they both nodded. Then Liu Yu said, "Understood, Sect Master!"
Everyone nodded one after another.
At this moment, the Sect Master of Tianwang Fort turned his attention to Ye Yiyun, giving him a meaningful glance before shifting his focus to the crowd in the middle, then said, "Ensure this mission is flawless!"
Liu Yu responded, "No problem, Sect Master, you can count on us for this matter."
The Sect Master of Tianwang Fort then allowed everyone to disperse. After the crowd left, he sat silently at the table, staring into space, lost in thought.
After the elders left, they immediately split off to get busy with their tasks. Liu Yu asked everyone to go back and prepare well, planning to take action by night.
Upon receiving the orders, everyone dispersed immediately.
At this moment, a shadow crossed Ye Yiyun's face. "Hmph, well done, Hao Jian, making me lose face in front of so many people on the stage. Let's see who is truly stronger. You're so severely injured, I don't believe I couldn't kill you this time."
Hmph hmph! Ye Yiyun sneered a few times, his face full of smugness, and he immediately went to make his preparations, determined to make Hao Jian pay.
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Meanwhile, at Hao Jian's residence.
Hao Jian had just undergone another treatment and drank another dose of medicine, while Feng Shiyuan stood guard outside the door, ensuring no one could approach and disturb him.
It was actually just to prevent Feng Shiyuan from learning certain things.
At this time, Hao Jian had just finished drinking the medicine and was lying on a chair. He quietly took off his top, not knowing where Feng Shiyuan found the doctor, but the bandaging was quite well done.
Hao Jian's upper body was mostly wrapped in white gauze. At this moment, Hao Jian could clearly feel the efficacy of the medicine and, touching his wound, found that the pain had disappeared.
So he started removing the white gauze from the edge of the wound, slowly bit by bit, until it was completely removed.
After taking off all the gauze and placing it on the table, the wound was revealed before Hao Jian. The once-deep wound had already healed, leaving no scars, as if he hadn't been injured at all, with no visible trace of the wound to the naked eye.
Hao Jian touched it and indeed felt no trace of the wound. It seemed that the method You Yang told him about was really effective. During the time he was injured and staying with You Yang, she informed him that using this herbal formula to brew medicine would allow external wounds to heal quickly without leaving any scars.
If she didn't have feelings for Hao Jian, she wouldn't have shared this formula with him.
At first, Hao Jian just wanted to try it, but he didn't expect the medicine to be so effective, showing immediate results. Touching the wound revealed no trace at all, and if he didn't press it to feel the pain, Hao Jian would almost doubt whether he had ever been injured there.
However, while external injuries might heal quickly, internal injuries would require some time for recovery.
Hao Jian then took another prescription, this time for treating internal injuries, and instructed Feng Shiyuan to buy the necessary herbs and brew the medicine, and also to purchase a new set of acupuncture needles since the existing ones were almost worn out after several treatments.
Upon receiving the orders, Feng Shiyuan quickly went to carry them out.
Meanwhile, Hao Jian sat alone on a chair in the room, closing his eyes to meditate.
After resting for just a short while, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Is anyone there?" a voice called out.
Hao Jian was meditating, and upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. The awaited moment had finally come.
Hao Jian got up to open the door, and standing outside was a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was startled when he saw Hao Jian. At first, he had seen Hao Jian seriously injured and looking deathly pale, but now, only a few hours had passed. He had come precisely at the time he expected Hao Jian to still be unconscious. However, upon arriving here, he didn't expect Hao Jian's complexion not to have the slightest hint of pallor; he looked completely normal, just like someone who had never been injured.
Was this the same Hao Jian who had just had his body pierced by a longsword and covered in blood?
His face was immediately filled with surprise; aside from surprise, there was nothing else.
Hao Jian led him inside, then sat down.
At this moment, Hao Jian asked, "Since you have come, may I know what business you have?"
The middle-aged man wasted no time and directly said, "Since that's the case, I won't waste words either. My visit this time is indeed for a certain matter, which is to invite you, Mr. Hao Jian, to join our Wuji Sect!"
Wuji Sect?
Hao Jian smiled slightly, feeling relieved. He actually knew earlier since he had shone brilliantly in the arena, and being such a prominent yet unfamiliar figure, it was natural for people to immediately investigate his identity. Since he was here with this intention, he hadn't bothered to hide his identity. Therefore, it was no surprise he was approached by them.
All of this was within Hao Jian's expectations, so it was natural that the people from Wuji Sect would come to him.
Previously, he had asked Feng Shiyuan to gather some information, and among those things was the fact that this middle-aged man claiming to be Ma was in fact the Sect Master of Wuji Sect, Ma Xiaopeng.
Hao Jian pretended not to know, just to avoid making Ma Xiaopeng feel he was overly cunning.
Ma Xiaopeng saw Hao Jian's puzzled expression and prepared to speak further.
However, just then, another knock on the door sounded.
Ma Xiaopeng looked puzzled; could someone else possibly have arrived so quickly, just as he walked in?
Hao Jian didn't expect another visitor so soon, so he smiled and went to open the door.
Upon opening the door, Ma Xiaopeng's face turned dark; he hadn't expected his guess to be correct.
Before Ma Xiaopeng could speak, the other middle-aged man who had entered said, "Old Ma, I never thought you'd be faster than me!"
Ma Xiaopeng's face darkened, remaining silent. He had come to compete for the talented Hao Jian, and now another person had arrived, making it apparent that winning over Hao Jian wouldn't be easy and would require more effort.
The arriving middle-aged man was unfazed and sat down after entering.
Hao Jian smiled as he sat down, recognizing from Feng Shiyuan's information that the newcomer was Zhou Xiaoshan, Sect Master of the Ancient Martial Arts Sect Dingjian Pavilion.
Zhou Xiaoshan glanced at Ma Xiaopeng, smiled, didn't waste words with him, then turned to Hao Jian saying, "Since Old Ma has already been here, I believe you already know my purpose for coming; yes, we at Dingjian Pavilion also want to recruit outstanding talents and hope to include you as one of us. What are your thoughts on that?"
Before Hao Jian could speak, Ma Xiaopeng slammed the table and said, "I say, Zhou Xiaoshan, when doing things there's an order of arrival. Since you came after me, you should know the rules. How can you speak before I've even said anything?"
Zhou Xiaoshan, being a sect master himself, was used to admonishing others and wouldn't stand being scolded, especially since he was here to recruit Hao Jian. If he lost face in front of another sect master, the chances of successfully recruiting him would be significantly lowered, at least by seventy percent.
Thus, Zhou Xiaoshan was not one to lose his composure, and suddenly, he also slammed the table saying, "In the Ancient Martial Arts World, survival depends on strength, and frankly, Wuji Sect is nothing to write home about!"
Ma Xiaopeng was instantly offended: "I wonder how better off your Dingjian Pavilion is. It seems you haven't gained reputation in the Ancient Martial Arts World for years. If you lack strength, don't waste time blabbering here!"
Zhou Xiaoshan was angered by this, his eyes fiery red; if a sect master from the thriving Tianwang Fort Eight Trigrams City spoke to him in such a way, he might concede, since their strength was indeed superior. But in this case, Wuji Sect wasn't anything special, and no matter their pretense, he was easily provoked.
With eyes glaring at Ma Xiaopeng, they seemed on the verge of clashing.
Hao Jian chuckled.
Outside the door, yet another knock was heard.
Ma Xiaopeng and Zhou Xiaoshan looked at each other, then displayed disappointment on their faces; they hadn't expected another arrival so quickly. Competing just between the two of them was challenging enough, and with another arriving, it would only be more difficult.
However, when Hao Jian opened the door after that, their desire to give up intensified.
It wasn't one person who had arrived, but two people simultaneously.
Seeing this, Hao Jian already had his own thoughts.