"Damn, my hand..."
He looked at the water flowing with blood, immediately took off his bloodstained coat, took out medicine to stop the bleeding and bandaged it. Because of the injury, his whole body had a gloomy aura. If he didn't still need Shangguan Wanrong as a living furnace, he would have killed her to vent his anger.
After a while, he bandaged the wound, put on a new coat, stared at Shangguan Wanrong who was unconscious on the ground, snorted heavily, and dragged her up and brought her inside.
Outside, at the entrance of the Ninth Peak, Duan Mubai said to the two Nascent Soul cultivators, "I have something important to report to Master."
The two glanced at him and said in a calm voice: "The peak master has ordered that no one can come to see him during the retreat."
His eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted, "This matter is extremely urgent!"
"We only follow the orders of the Peak Master. If it's urgent, you are the Peak Master's eldest disciple, so go and handle it yourself." One of them said, and refused to let them go.
"What if I really have to go in?" Duan Mubai asked, clenching his fists.
"Then don't blame us for being rude!" the two men said firmly.
Hearing this, Duan Mubai took out his sword with a whoosh. The spiritual power in his body surged, and his eyes showed determination as he shouted, "Today, I must go in and see my master! Whoever dares to stop me, don't blame me for being rude!"
The two Nascent Soul cultivators were slightly surprised upon seeing this, and couldn't help but look at each other, but they did not dodge. Instead, they mobilized the spiritual energy in their bodies, ready to fight at any time.
"You are no match for us, go back quickly, otherwise we will force you back." A Nascent Soul cultivator said in a calm voice. As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Mubai came towards them with a sword. Seeing this, one of them took action immediately.
"call out!"
“I must go in today!”
The sharp sword energy brought with it the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, and even though Duan Mubai and the other two were both Nascent Soul cultivators, the two types of Nascent Soul cultivators, those who cultivated combat skills and those who cultivated spiritual energy, were different.
He knew that he was no match for them, but when he thought that Shangguan Wanrong was very likely in his master's hands, he could not ignore it and watch his master kill his disciple.
That would not only ruin his reputation and prestige, but would also cause the death of his junior sister. As a disciple and a senior brother, it would be fine if he didn't know, but since he knew, he couldn't pretend that he didn't know.
"Bang!"
A Nascent Soul cultivator brushed away his sword and struck him back several meters with a palm strike. However, since he was the peak master's disciple, he showed some mercy in this strike.
"You can't get in with us here, so don't waste your time." The Nascent Soul expert withdrew his hand, straightened his back and looked at Duan Mubai who retreated several meters away.
He didn't understand, what was this person doing in there? His master had already ordered him to go into seclusion to make pills, but he wanted to go in and disturb him? As an alchemist, didn't he know that alchemists hated to be disturbed the most
"Big Brother? Big Brother, what are you doing here?"
Several other people who heard the news rushed over and saw Duan Mubai holding a sword and staring at the two Nascent Soul cultivators with anger. They were stunned and hurriedly walked up to him and supported him.