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Chapter 74: 074 Black Crane Stream_1

Chapter 74: 074 Black Crane Stream_1

The horse carriage jostled, and Casio looked out through the curtain.

They were on a driveway, with sprawling grasslands spread out like green carpet on either side. Amidst the grass were flowers of red, blue, and green, diffusing a faint scent of spring.

Looking ahead along the road, there was a gentle slope with several pale-white buildings scattered around. It resembled a quaint little town, with the occasional human figure visible.

Casting their gaze further up, they could spot several towering spire-topped buildings, faintly reflecting white light. That must be the manor they were headed to.

As their convoy entered the small town, a young man in a blue uniform emerged to greet them. It was clear that he was a staff member organized for this exchange meeting. Many others, dressed in similar blue uniforms, were stationed in front of the manor to guide the incoming guests.

Under the direction of the youth, the convoy proceeded towards the gentle slope.

Along the way, Casio noticed some uniformed police patrolling the roadside. Both sides of the parallel roads were lined with police officers, as well as people in blue uniforms. Nearly a hundred people had gathered. This exchange meeting seemed to be quite large.

It appeared that the meeting was jointly organized by a group from Yunquan Fist, local Secret Martial Art schools, and the government of North Flow Country.

Soon, the convoy arrived at the front of the manor.

The entire area was enclosed by a tall black wall, and the deep-blue wrought iron gate was propped open, revealing a straight road leading inside.

On either side of the metal gate, bronze cast iron lanterns hung from stone columns.

This manor had clearly been around for a while.

The man guarding the entrance examined their invitations and moved to permit them passage. The convoy of the Wind Elephant Gate slowly drove in.

They continued on until they reached an open air canopy with a white roof before stopping.

Casio stepped out of the carriage and glanced around. Rather than the worn-down scene he had anticipated, it was a sophisticated and beautiful manor. On his right hand lay a dense plantation of dwarf grasslands, where people were playing a fashionable foreign game that had only recently started gaining popularity in their area: “Golf”…

Beyond the grasslands was an artificial lake.

The sunlight spread over the lake and grasslands, creating an intertwining map of white and green.

“Please follow me,” the youth next to them said.

Without missing a beat, everyone got in line and began walking towards the left on freshly pressed white stone slabs, a scent of fresh grass wafting in the air.

Every so often along the pathway stood black lantern poles similar to candlesticks, which were lit at night for illumination.

When they reached an intersection, two more staff members greeted them. The group from Wind Elephant Gate was temporarily divided into three—the elders, regular disciples, and core disciples. Each group embarked on a different road, headed towards a different building.

A minute later, Casio cast a glance at the expansive white building and followed his group into the passageway.

Climbing up four floors along a spiral staircase and trailing down a corridor that took several turns, the group of five finally arrived at their destination.

It was a hall with around thirty meters of length and width. The surface was lined with dark brown wooden boards, and one side had vast floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

Sunlight flowed easily into the room, illuminating the space.

The hall was furnished with numerous tables and chairs, partitioning almost twenty regions. Most of these seats were already occupied by powerful Secret Martial Artists.

“The people from Wind Elephant Gate are here!”

Many eyes turned towards them.

At this moment, regardless of their usual demeanors, the five core disciples each exuded an icy majestic aura.

With serious expressions and composed strength, the aura of strong warriors was evident.

Before long, they all found themselves seated near the window.

People around them continued to buzz with whispers and speculations.

“It’s One-armed Heige, he’s back from East Sea County.”

“Who’s the one who is built like a bear?”

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“There are two unfamiliar faces…”

“Aren’t there supposed to be only one woman amongst the core disciples of Wind Elephant Gate? Why are there two? Is the intelligence incorrect, or did the situation change recently?”

Such chatter wasn’t uncommon among the crowd. After all, Wind Elephant Gate was one of the largest Secret Martial Art forces in North Flow Country and possessed a strong presence. However, this was only an intra-county exchange competition, and it wouldn’t have attracted much attention had it been an inter-county competition amongst the Eastern Six Counties.

“Not a bad vibe for this meeting,” Moses commented, leaning back in his chair as he gazed at the grasslands through the window.

“Since it’s their first time hosting, they will want to make it grand to gain some fame,” Casio added from nearby.

There were numerous entrances and exits to the hall, and crews from various Secret Martial Arts schools were continuously led inside by staff members. Several burly men, clad in grey uniforms, swaggered back and forth in the hall, either chatting with the heads of schools or helping distribute food and clear water.

Heige also asked them for five cups of freshly brewed black tea.

While sipping on their tea, they waited for everyone to assemble and killed time.

After ten minutes, there was some commotion on the right side of the hall.

“The people from Black Crane Stream have arrived.”

“It’s Mendi!”

“…”

The whispers spilled into their sector. Everyone from Wind Elephant Gate turned to look, not out of curiosity, but rather out of a small degree of animosity.

Being prominent schools in North Flow Country, Wind Elephant Gate and Black Crane Stream were headquartered fairly close to each other — practically neighboring cities.

Frictions were not uncommon due to their overlapping sphere of influence. Some time ago, Wind Elephant Gate had discovered a land producing Orchid Heart Grass. They invested a significant amount of resources to expand their reach to Black Sand City, a location that also happened to house the largest branch of Black Crane Stream.

Thus, conflicts were inevitable.

A group of people from Black Crane Stream briskly walked down the corridor dividing the different sectors, led by a pale-faced young man with short black hair that barely covered his eyebrows. His sharp, cold eyes bore the look of a bird of prey watching you. He was wearing a pair of black gloves, exuding an icy aura.

“Heige…” His gaze locked onto Heige at first sight.

“Mendi.”

Heige gave a wry smile, taking a small sip of his tea.

The black-haired youth swept his gaze over the other members of Wind Elephant Gate, stopping at Casio for a moment. “So, Wind Elephant Gate managed to gather five core disciples? A newly raised kid…”

“Who are you calling a kid? Shorty.”

Casio stood up instantly, his 1.9 meter tall frame towering over the others, his robust muscles and large skeleton stretching out his clothes.

A cold and fierce aura started to diffuse from him.

He didn’t have a good attitude towards people who came with ill intentions.

“Hehe, are you courting death…” a skinny young man standing behind Mendi smirked coldly and started moving forward.

“Five, the exchange meeting hasn’t started yet,” Mendi stopped him, cast a cold glance at Casio and said, “Let’s get to our seats first.”

The group of five from Black Crane Stream turned to find their designated area and sat down. Their names were written on each of their respective seats.

Under the sunlight, Casio sneered, his white teeth reflecting a cold light. His eyes remained fixated on the tall, skinny youth.

“Black Crane Stream’s fifth core disciple, Guro Kixinia…”