Chapter 120.1: The Faint Mist Sect’s Insider Secrets

At that moment, the duels where fifty out of a hundred will advance already saw some results and besides the hundred disciples in the inner circle, there were half the numbers of outer disciples left from the initial three hundred.

Qing Yu’s long upslanted phoenix like eyes were thoughtful. “Why do I feel that the speed they are carrying this out seems a little too fast. Are they in such a rush?”

Seeing her puzzled face, Qing Bei leaned in close and whispered: “The grand trials this time round is actually just merely camouflage. Their real intention is to rid themselves of those who have remained in the sect for too long and their powers are just barely adequate. The Faint Mist Sect is afterall the leader of the Three Great Sects and if they get dragged down by these disciples, it might affect the reputation of the entire sect, allowing the Limitless Sect or the Carefree Valley to take their place. Although the Faint Mist Sect has greater numbers than the other two sects, but a whole one third of their numbers are not up to the mark.”

Qing Yu laughed out loud. “Isn’t it said that the Faint Mist Sect’s admission trials are very strict? How did such people manage to get in?”

Her tone of voice was filled with undisguised ridicule. If that was truly the case, then she might be better off not being accepted into the sect. A sect filled with a bunch of parasites, she really wasn’t interested.

Once she spoke those words out loud, Qing Bei immediately looked at her in wonder. He then remembered that she had come from a different world and it was normal that she did not understand things in the Constellation Lands all that well.

“The previous Faint Mist Sect’s Sect Leader died by a.s.sa.s.sination more than ten years ago. The current Sect Leader took over only when he was thirty and there is a group of people who have been stirring up an unhealthy atmosphere inside the sect all the way back from the time when the previous Sect Leader was still around, a great number of avaricious and devious foxes who pulled people in with an eye closed to their inadequacies.” Qing Bei voice was extremely soft, but most unfortunately, someone at the side who was not too far away from him had extremely good hearing.

It was a tall and slim young man who looked to be about twenty years of age, wearing a long black suit, standing there with his arms crossed over his sword. A ribbon that same colour as his band that bound his hair high up at the top of his head, his face good looking, his straight swordlike brows striking as a playful and frivolous smile played across his lips, looking startling good.

Although he stood hidden among the sea of people in the crowd, he still unconsciously drew one’s curious gaze onto him.

Besides being exceptionally good looking, the aura the man exuded was steady as a rock. The sword clasped within his crossed arms did not look ordinary but just rather old. It wasn’t all that attractive on the outside but one was able to sense a powerful aura even when it was in its sheath, a oppressive feeling that was so strong people with low levels of cultivation were unable to go close to him.

Hence, the area surrounding him was exceptionally vacant, and a lot less squeezy than all the other areas.

But unexpectedly, at just a few short steps’ distance away from him, two seemingly young squirts stood completely unaffected, and were even happily discussing about the Faint Mist Sect’s insider secrets.