C114 The Grave of the Second Disciple!(1)

Woo Zhengyang made the offer, and Lee Yunsheng didn't refuse. He asked for Uncle Fu's address, promising to visit often once he returned, and then accepted the Hidden Heaven Bag from Woo Zhengyang.

As he prepared to place his belongings into the Hidden Heaven Bag, he was surprised once again. The value of a Hidden Heaven Bag was already immeasurable, and he hadn't expected Woo Zhengyang to include other items inside. This time, however, he didn't say anything further and simply accepted it.

The two exchanged only a few words before an irresistible force began to pull from the sky...

At the base of Dongjue Mountain, the Light Door of the Mystic Trace Realm flickered, and a dozen figures emerged from it. Seeing the number of people, the leading elders of the four major sects all looked concerned.

Inside the Mystic Trace Realm, after continuous battles, most of the participants' clothes were no longer identifiable as sect uniforms, making it impossible to determine how many of their disciples were among the group. But the number—just a dozen—was far too few. Previously, even the smallest group had at least thirty people.

Typically, the ratio of those who safely exited the trial to those who entered was about the same, with the Heavenly Martial Academy usually accounting for half. By that calculation, only a handful could belong to their sects, a number they found hard to accept.

Zhou Changtai, the leading elder of the Profound Heaven Sect, was already worried. Seeing the numbers now, his heart sank even further, and he couldn't bear to look anymore.

Even Wang Haiyue, the leading elder of the Heavenly Martial Academy, was momentarily taken aback by the numbers, but he quickly regained his composure. In his view, the fact that so few trial participants returned must mean that none from the Profound Heaven Sect made it out. Even if the Heavenly Martial Academy suffered some losses, at least the arrogance of the Profound Heaven Sect was checked, establishing the academy's prestige. He figured he wouldn't be punished, even if he didn't receive any rewards.

A mix of emotions flashed through the minds of the five leading elders as the disciples emerged from the Mystic Trace Realm and landed on the ground. They began to walk toward their respective sects.

The Azure Cloud Sect had six returnees. Their leading elder was initially stunned but then overjoyed, as losing over half was typical.

The Iron Cloud Sect had five returnees. Their elder's worried expression transformed into one of delight.

The Wind Howl Sect had only three returnees. Their elder was less pleased. Losing so many was a significant blow, especially since Gongyang Qiusheng was not among them. The death of the second-ranked disciple in the Mystic Trace Realm was unusual, and he would surely lose face upon returning.

The elders of these three sects then turned their attention to the other sects, each one standing in shock. The Heavenly Martial Academy, which usually boasted the most significant returns, had none this time!

The disciples of the Heavenly Martial Academy saw the Profound Heaven Sect as their rivals, yet there were two unfamiliar faces among them. They assumed one would be Lyi Huamei, the second-ranked outer disciple, but both were men they didn’t recognize, indicating they weren’t top-ranked disciples.

Who were these two?

Everyone was puzzled.

“Woo Zhengyang!” Zhou Changtai’s exclamation cleared their doubts.

The name left them breathless with shock.

Woo Zhengyang, the Outer Sect Number One Madman of the Profound Heaven Sect, was the first to dare enter the Mystic Trace Realm and had a kill order from the Heavenly Martial Academy. Yet here he was, standing before them, while not a single person from the Heavenly Martial Academy, including their second-ranked disciple Bu Qianshan and fifth-ranked Zhou Muyuan, had emerged.

What did this mean? Everyone speculated but hesitated to imagine, as the fleeting thought was too incredible to believe.

“Elder Zhou!” Woo Zhengyang greeted with a respectful bow.

“You... you made it out...” Zhou Changtai stammered, unable to believe that after all his experiences, he was left speechless by this young man.

“Roar...”

Before Woo Zhengyang could respond, a beast-like roar echoed from nearby.

Since the moment a dozen people started heading toward the four major sects, Wang Haiyue had been left in stunned disbelief, unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before him.

At the Heavenly Martial Academy, over thirty participants took part in this trial, including two of the top ten disciples from the outer sect, yet not a single one returned.

If it weren't for the fact that martial artists don't even need sleep, Wang Haiyue might have thought he was dreaming.

His mind went blank, and his ears rang loudly before he managed to calm himself. Looking towards the four major sects, he heard Zhou Changtai call out Woo Zhengyang's name.

This made it even harder for Wang Haiyue to stay composed, and he coughed up blood in shock.

The four major sects suffered minimal losses, which he could somewhat understand, considering not a single person from Heavenly Martial Academy made it back. Spreading the losses among a dozen people was about the same as in previous years.

What really made Wang Haiyue cough up blood was that the Profound Heaven Sect had two people return, including Woo Zhengyang.