Chapter 225
Chapter 225: Who Dares Touch Me?
Wang Jie cast a quick glance at the man but ignored him, continuing to search for his mission.
The man snorted coldly: “Senior Brother Wang truly is arrogant. After attaching yourself to Zhi Upper Realm, even the Elder Court means nothing to you. Still, I must admit, Senior Brother has real skill. During our sect’s struggle for the Devour Star, you disguised yourself as a woman and tricked everyone out of the proof. Congratulations, Senior Brother—you’re willing to throw away even your dignity just to win.”
People around were stunned. Was there really such a thing? The Devour Star contest took place in the sect, and news had not reached here.
“If Wang Jie truly disguised himself as a woman, he really has no shame.”
“Haven’t you heard? In the Hanhai Sea Battlefield, the reason he was able to rescue Elder Li Tong He was because he disguised himself as a woman from Phoenix Cry Hall.”
“Shameless!”
“But he must have great skill. I’m curious how he managed to deceive even Divine Maiden Su Su.”
“No wonder he became a War Guard in such a short time. He must have powerful support. Could it be someone from Zhi Upper Realm? That would explain it.”
“I was wondering how a mere Lock Force cultivator could rise so quickly…”
Murmurs spread among the crowd, some voices deliberately loud, clearly unafraid of Wang Jie overhearing.
Wang Jie stared coldly at the man behind Di Zi, then walked toward him. He hadn’t planned on responding, but sometimes when a flea leaps onto the table, you have no choice but to slap it away.
The man saw Wang Jie approaching and didn’t care, continuing his cold sneer.
Di Zi quickly stepped forward to block Wang Jie: “Junior Brother Zhao has cultivated for many years and does not understand worldly affairs. Junior Brother Wang shouldn’t hold it against him.”
Wang Jie’s gaze settled on Di Zi: “The first and second missions I took in Ying Yang Battlefield—were they arranged by Senior Sister Di?”
Di Zi’s expression remained calm as she met Wang Jie’s eyes.
Junior Brother Zhao mocked again: “I call you Senior Brother Wang once, and you actually think you’re our senior? You’re just a Lock Force cultivator. Look around at the Decree Platform—who else cultivates Lock Force except you? Do you even deserve to call Di Zi your senior sister?”
Wang Jie stared fixedly at Di Zi: “I’ll ask again. Was it arranged by Senior Sister Di?”
Di Zi remained unbothered by his tone, replying slowly: “Yes, it was. And?”
Wang Jie smiled slightly: “Good, I was afraid I’d confront the wrong person.”
A chill flashed through Di Zi’s eyes: “Junior Brother doesn’t have to worry about mistakes. You’re welcome to confront me directly.”
Wang Jie nodded and suddenly stepped out with Armor Eight Steps. In an instant, he slipped past Di Zi and appeared before Junior Brother Zhao. No one had time to react.
Di Zi was stunned, turning in alarm.
A crisp slap rang through the air.
Everyone stared, mouths agape, as Junior Brother Zhao was sent flying by Wang Jie’s slap, their faces pale with shock.
No one expected Wang Jie to dare strike someone at the Decree Platform, and in such a humiliating manner, too.
Zhao Kun was Elder Ming’s disciple and Di Zi’s junior brother—not a mere fellow disciple.
Di Zi stared blankly at Zhao Kun’s crumpled form, her anger rising sharply. “Wang Jie, how dare you!”
Wang Jie turned and fixed his gaze upon Di Zi: “Wasn’t it you who said it yourselves? I, Wang Jie, am backed by Zhi Upper Realm. Who dares touch me?”
Di Zi stared back, struggling to restrain herself.
Wang Jie sneered coldly: “Senior Sister Di, please don’t be impulsive. I’m worried—I might accidentally beat you to death.”
Di Zi clenched her fists, considering an attack. Yet she recalled Wang Jie’s swift movements just now. Even if she attacked, she likely wouldn’t catch him easily, and fighting was forbidden on the Decree Platform.
In the distance, Zhao Kun covered his face, frozen in disbelief, his cheek burning in agony.
He had been slapped.
Humiliation. Absolute humiliation. Wang Jie—Wang Jie did this.
He lifted his head, eyes filled with hatred, glaring at Wang Jie. “You dare hit me?”
“Wang Jie, you dare hit me?”
“I’ll kill you!” he roared, rushing madly toward Wang Jie.
At that moment, immense pressure descended, forcing Zhao Kun onto the ground.
Wang Jie looked into the distance. [What a powerful aura! Although only at the Wandering Star Realm, it surpasses even Yue Bai and Wu Jiang. Her power must be at least five hundred thousand.]
The pressure came from a woman approaching from afar. With each step, the Decree Platform trembled. If one looked closely, they’d notice it wasn’t only the Decree Platform; half the central area shook. Even the battleships docked at the port swayed visibly.
It seemed not a person approached, but a great beast.
This was the power of vibration.
It was Yue Jian, the overseer of the Decree Platform and a nominal member of the Elder Court. Though still a disciple, she was too old to become a Six Dao Wanderer and had to wait until she broke through to Hundred Star Realm to become an official Elder. If she failed, she’d remain a nominal disciple for life.
Zhao Kun lay pinned to the ground, expression distorted with fury, staring viciously at Wang Jie.
The crowd immediately bowed respectfully: “Greetings, Senior Sister Yue.”
“Senior Sister Yue.”
Yue Jian swept her gaze over everyone. “What’s going on here?”
Di Zi respectfully spoke up: “Senior Sister Yue, please first release Junior Brother Zhao. He’s not at fault.”
Seeing this, people believed Wang Jie was doomed. To strike someone at the Decree Platform openly disrespected Senior Sister Yue.
Yue Jian withdrew her starforce.
Zhao Kun coughed, blood staining his lips as he struggled to rise. Breathing heavily, he bowed deeply: “Greetings, Senior Sister Yue.”
“Senior Sister Yue, it was Wang Jie! He actually attacked me, blatantly breaking the rules of the Decree Platform. He has no regard for law or order.”
Yue Jian turned her gaze to Wang Jie: “Did you attack him?”
Wang Jie nodded calmly: “Yes.”
Yue Jian frowned: “You know the rules forbid fighting at the Decree Platform, correct?”
Wang Jie replied simply: “I know.”
“Very well,” Yue Jian said, the air around her trembling as star force slowly gathered within her palm, “if you can withstand one strike, this matter shall end here. You have five breaths to prepare.”
Wang Jie didn’t dare take her lightly, nor did he bother with explanations. Immediately, he activated the thunder pattern shield in front of him and drew forth all the vital qi within his body, especially his protective qi.
In the next moment, Yue Jian struck out with her palm.
The powerful force shattered the thunder pattern instantly and slammed fiercely into Wang Jie’s chest.
Blood surged from Wang Jie’s mouth as he stumbled backward step after step, finally coming to a halt after exactly seventeen steps. Another mouthful of blood escaped his lips, and his face turned pale.
[Such fierce star force…]
Her palm strike had carried the force of vibration and destruction exceeding three hundred fifty thousand. If not for his protective qi, he’d have been gravely injured.
Yue Jian stared at him, surprised. He’d merely retreated seventeen steps? Lock force at the star-breaking realm—such an exceptional disciple had appeared within the sect; no wonder he’d become a battle guardian in such a short time.
“Many thanks for Senior Sister’s mercy,” Wang Jie said respectfully.
Yue Jian replied coolly, “I did not hold back. You performed well. Among all the sect disciples who have taken a strike from me without falling, you easily rank within the top thirty.”
Everyone around was shocked, their gazes toward Wang Jie transforming immediately.
Before, Zhao Kun’s words had led them to think Wang Jie depended on the Zhi Clan, even going so far as disguising himself as a woman to gain advantages. Now, Yue Jian’s simple statement cleared Wang Jie’s reputation entirely.
Top thirty among all sect disciples—what did this imply?
Aside from the Six Dao Wanderers, it also included famous disciples like the Black Wanderer, the White Wanderer, and even some older disciples scattered across the sect.
Yet he’d still reached the top thirty? Could this man truly only be at star-breaking realm?
Clearly, Zhao Kun had lied before.
Even Wang Jie himself hadn’t expected such praise from Yue Jian. Gratitude filled him once more.
Zhao Kun spoke up bitterly, unwilling to let it end so easily: “Senior Sister Yue, is this all? He openly attacked on the Decree Platform—this challenges the central rules and mocks our platform’s authority. If it’s settled this simply, how can Decree Platform maintain order? Anyone would dare attack at will!”
Di Zi’s face changed drastically, and he roared sharply: “Zhao Kun, silence!”
Yue Jian turned slowly to Zhao Kun, speaking deliberately, “Simple? Anyone would dare attack at will? Junior Brother Zhao, do you mean to imply my palm strike was… simple?”
Di Zi hurried forward, anxiously explaining, “Senior Sister Yue, Junior Brother Zhao didn’t mean it that way. Anger has clouded his judgment because of Wang Jie. Please forgive him.”
Zhao Kun opened his mouth to argue again, but Di Zi immediately blasted him back with star force, causing him to cough out blood.
“Speak another word, and you’ll be expelled from the sect,” Di Zi warned sharply.
Zhao Kun clenched his fists, glaring hatefully at Wang Jie, teeth grinding together until they nearly cracked.
He’d been arrogant and proud, taken in by an Elder—what glory! Yet now, if he failed to avenge this humiliation on Decree Platform, it would forever stain his life.
Yue Jian did not lower herself to Zhao Kun’s level. She glanced once more at Wang Jie, saying only, “If you fight again, prepare to take two palms from me.” Then she left.
Wang Jie saluted respectfully, replying humbly, “Junior Brother wouldn’t dare.”
Everyone around saluted Yue Jian as she departed, breathing sighs of relief only once she’d gone.
Though all disciples, Yue Jian held a status equal to an elder.
Wang Jie gave a cold glance at Di Zi and Zhao Kun, then calmly walked toward the mission acceptance hall.
Zhao Kun shouted furiously behind him: “Wang Jie! I won’t let this go. Absolutely not!”
Di Zi’s brow furrowed deeply, his eyes narrowing at Wang Jie as well. “Elder Ming’s disciple will not suffer insults. This matter is not finished.”
Wang Jie simply waved dismissively behind his back without turning around.
Di Zi took Zhao Kun and left; there was nothing else they could do here.
Those nearby looked at Wang Jie with cautious respect. Truly fearless, this one. Did he really have backing from the Zhi Clan? How could a mere lock force cultivator achieve that?
Di Zi’s group had no intention of letting Wang Jie off. Neither did Wang Jie plan to let them escape easily.
During his first mission, if Fang Jue hadn’t intervened, he might already be dead. Now, knowing Di Zi was behind it, Wang Jie finally had his target.
The next day, Wang Jie returned to Decree Platform. Approaching a disciple who had missed yesterday’s incident, he asked, “Help me check which mission Di Zi accepted.”
The disciple replied apologetically, “I’m sorry, no one but elders can view another person’s mission records.”
“Then let me see what missions are available to Wandering Star Realm battle guardians,” Wang Jie said, narrowing his search.
Not every mission could be seen by everyone. Some tasks required battle guardian status or higher; others remained hidden entirely.
Wang Jie carefully examined the various missions until his eyes settled upon one particular mission—Assassinate Wu Yan.
Wu Yan was the bearer of the second Star Cloud Dagger, an assassin whose combat strength was estimated to reach nearly five hundred thousand. Not long ago, he had infiltrated the Central Sect, attempting to assassinate Elder Li Tong He but had failed and fled.
Wang Jie hadn’t expected such an event to occur while he’d been away on a mission.
Even more surprising was the sect issuing this mission, indicating Black White Heaven had located Wu Yan, or at least had a rough idea of his position.
Determining the whereabouts of a dagger bearer was extremely challenging. Just how many informants had Black White Heaven placed outside?
He had reviewed every mission available to Wandering Star Realm guardians. The only task Di Zi might have chosen was this one.
After brief consideration, Wang Jie accepted it.
Unexpectedly, the task did not limit participant numbers, and its reward was exceptionally high—three drops of advancement blood—more significant than his previous tasks.
Wu Yan had already suffered injuries, and with numerous hunters pursuing him, this reward proved how seriously the sect viewed this assassin.
After noting down the location, Wang Jie immediately left for the harbor, boarded a flying ship, and departed.
Di Zi and his companions would undoubtedly already be lurking nearby.
Shortly after Wang Jie departed from Decree Platform, another disciple glanced at the task acceptance records, eyes flickering thoughtfully before slipping away.