These disciples usually stayed within the sect and rarely interacted with outsiders. Their lack of experience made them like pampered ornamental plants; their cunning truly couldn't compare to outsiders.
He tossed the iron spear in his hand aside, just about to use his divine sense to locate Meng Hao, when Old Monster Song stepped out, blocking his path, a smug smile on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Wu, don't be angry. Isn't your Purple Cloud Sect skilled in calming the mind and cultivating one's nature? Why get angry over such a small matter? Junior Brother Wu, it's not that I'm lecturing you, but here, you should study your Purple Cloud Sect's 'Qi Cultivation Scroll' more." Old Monster Song laughed heartily.
Previously, the other party hadn't allowed him to search for Meng Hao, so now, naturally, he wouldn't let the other party have his way either.
"You—"
Wu Dingqiu's expression darkened as he glared unhappily at Old Monster Song. He was speechless, feeling extremely vexed.
"The chessboard has been destroyed by you, but we can't just leave the game unfinished. How about this, why don't you invite this old man to your Purple Cloud Sect? We can play chess there for a whole month." Old Monster Song looked at Wu Dingqiu smugly. Seeing the other party's frustrated expression, he was very pleased. The treasures that Meng Hao had taken no longer weighed on his mind. Making Wu Dingqiu fall into such a state was what truly delighted him.
Wu Dingqiu stared at Old Monster Song for a long time before sighing. He knew that the other party would definitely not let him pursue that brat. He stomped his foot, then soared into the sky with Old Monster Song.
"A bunch of good-for-nothings! If you don't catch up, you'll all fail this trial. Return to the sect and enter secluded cultivation!" Wu Dingqiu, already airborne, turned back and shouted loudly.
Tian Shuiyin, Lu Song, and the other disciples trembled, their faces pale.
"Damn Meng Hao! This old man will remember your name, you shameless scoundrel!" Lu Song bowed his head, grimacing, grinding his teeth. The embarrassing and awkward image of Meng Hao replayed in his mind, making him furious. He had never seen anyone so shameless. He clearly sold a fake spear, yet he acted completely innocent. He himself had paid such a high price for that iron spear, only to fail this sect trial. Lu Song felt like going mad.
"Too shameless, too despicable! Meng Hao, don't let me meet you again, or I'll chop you into a thousand pieces!" Tian Shuiyin picked up the iron spear, his heart aching. The opportunity to become an inner sect disciple was lost, and he had also lost many elixirs and magical artifacts. The more he thought about it, the more he hated Meng Hao.
Tian Shuiyin and Lu Song looked at each other, their eyes reflecting each other's current feelings.
"This iron spear will be brought back and placed in the sect, to remind us not to forget today's events, and especially not to forget that damned brat Meng Hao!" The two of them felt a surge of killing intent, but their trial had ended. They had to return to the sect and no longer had time to pursue Meng Hao. Nevertheless, the killing intent and hatred in their hearts were hard to dispel.
At this moment, Meng Hao was still terrified. He knew he had incurred enmity, yet he felt wronged, only sighing repeatedly. His speed of movement did not slow down because of this. He fled continuously for seven days before finding a cave. He stopped and sat cross-legged in meditation.
"Why am I so miserable?" Meng Hao let out a long breath. The past few days of fleeing had exhausted him. It wasn't until the morning of the second day that he opened his eyes, then continued to flee.
For the past half month, he hadn't dared to appear before anyone, only seeking refuge in a desolate mountain valley.
It wasn't until he felt safe that he used his flying sword to excavate a cave dwelling, then quietly sat down to enter secluded cultivation.