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The tragic state of Li Muqing shocked everyone, and the arena fell into a deathly silence, broken only by his anguished cries echoing in the air. Meng Hao stood with the Heavenly Axe in hand, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure. He knew that this strike had thoroughly intimidated those self-proclaimed "genius disciples."
"Meng Hao!" Bai Yunzi's voice, filled with undeniable authority, shattered the silence. "Follow me to the council hall."
Meng Hao sheathed his axe and took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. He understood that the real test was just beginning. He could feel countless gazes—some filled with awe, others with jealousy or curiosity—focused on him, especially the bright eyes of Sun Ruoshui, which sparkled with unmistakable admiration and intrigue.
He followed Bai Yunzi through a long corridor, where disciples parted to make way for him, their expressions complex as they watched. Inside the council hall, the atmosphere was solemn and grave; several elders of the Kongtong Sect sat upright, their expressions varying.
"Meng Hao, do you know your crime?" an elder with white hair spoke first, his voice booming with an air of authority that demanded respect.
Meng Hao showed no signs of cowardice; he straightened his back and met the elder's gaze directly. "What crime have I committed? It was a sparring match; blades have no eyes. Li Muqing struck first; I merely defended myself."
"Impudent!" another elder slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily. "Li Muqing is a prized disciple of our Kongtong Sect. How can you easily brush aside such a severe injury to him?"
"A prized disciple?" Meng Hao scoffed, a hint of disdain in his tone. "Attacking from the shadows and striking from behind—this is what you call a 'prized disciple' of Kongtong Sect? If so, then your sect's rules are nothing but empty words."
His words rang out clearly, leaving the two elders momentarily speechless. Bai Yunzi stroked his beard, a flicker of approval in his eyes.
"Meng Hao, your strength is indeed impressive," Bai Yunzi said slowly, his voice tinged with weariness. "But Li Muqing is still an inner disciple of Kongtong Sect; this matter... inevitably requires an explanation to all factions."
Meng Hao felt a shift in his heart; he realized Bai Yunzi was giving him a way out. He clasped his hands together respectfully and replied, "I am willing to accept whatever punishment the sect leader deems appropriate."
At that moment, a commotion erupted outside the hall. Li Muqing was carried in; his face was pale and his chest caved in, clearly gravely injured. Upon seeing Meng Hao, an overwhelming hatred surged in his eyes as he struggled to rise but coughed up blood violently.
"Meng Hao! You have ruined my martial arts! I swear I will not rest until I avenge this!" Li Muqing shouted hoarsely, his voice like that of a wounded beast.
Meng Hao frowned slightly; he knew that although Li Muqing was severely injured, he was not beyond saving. Clearly, this display was meant to garner sympathy and place him at a disadvantage.
"Enough!" Bai Yunzi's sharp reprimand cut through Li Muqing's cries. "Li Muqing, you attacked your fellow disciple and must be punished!"
His gaze swept over the elders present as he solemnly declared, "After discussion among the elders, it has been decided that Li Muqing will be confined for one year and may not step outside Kongtong Sect during this time!"
This punishment was evidently lenient given Li Muqing's injuries. Meng Hao understood this but chose not to comment. He knew that arguing with these stubborn old men would only backfire.
"As for Meng Hao..." Bai Yunzi turned his gaze toward him, eyes filled with deeper meaning. "Your strength has been recognized by the sect. From today onward, you shall be an inner disciple of Kongtong Sect and will receive focused training from the sect in the future."
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