C124-3: Feel The Sea

Han Xuhan's world was spinning. He couldn't even find the opportunity to throw up properly, carried along the mighty waves down the slopes of the mountain. Thankfully the waves hadn't come from behind or all of them would have been thrown off directly from the top of the mountain peak.

"Aaaah, fuck ! I can't- grrrr....swim !" Someone yelled miserably from his back. Han Xuhan was in no state to tell who it was. He himself was barely holding up.

BANG !

THUMP !

THAWCK !

Several crashes that should have killed a mortal followed soon once he rolled into the more floral side of the mountain. All of the trees had been teleported with unnecessarily amount of care, it seemed. Their thick, sturdy trunks, gnarly branches and the wiry creepers seemed to be actively punishing the 'passersby'.

By the time his world had stopped consisting of whirly, lukeworm seawater, Han Xuhan was sprawled alongside his martial siblings at the foot of the mountain, where the ground was made up of the smokey black substance, as nobody had bothered to put much importance on those less eye catching places while designing the formations.

Groaning audibly, the four of them got back on their feet after much struggle, some of their bones and joints creaking in cacophony with them. Han Xuhan counted five different parts of his body that were now missing generous chunks of skin and meat. Had his expensive clothes not been magically reinforced, albeit pretty weakly, he would probably be missing a limb or two by now.

"Where the fuck did that water come from ? And where the fuck did it go ?" Mu Ran yelled furiously at the sky.

"I think we will have to figure those answers out ourselves....." Yuen Zhou muttered.

"Wait a minute, why aren't your clothes wet ?" Mu Ran asked in alarm after taking one glance at her. Han Xuhan and Xiao Wu instantly turned to look at her and found that Mu Ran's observation was true.

"Why do you want me clothes to be wet?" She asked in monotone.

". . . .Never mind."

While the two of them glared at each other, Han Xuhan tried his best to calculate whether it was possible for a tsunami wave in the middle of the sea to be so large that it could drown somebody 500 meters high in the air. But the answer kept coming out negative, unless he counted in magical factors....which implied that the disaster, as short lived as it might have been, was purely man made.
Was it a goddamn prank ? He had some pretty vicious plans bubbling inside himself for the prankster.

The harsh, salty taste in his mouth was nowhere near as harsh as the words that he was about to fire at whoever was in charge of the event management. But before he even gathered up the energy, Xuan Zi's booming voice rang across the mountains.

"Disciples! Now that all of you have familiarized yourselves with your new surroundings so practically, gather at the centre of our sect, at the foot of my mountain."

Exchanging gloomy looks among themselves, the four disciples of the Heavenly Hailstorm mountain peak limped along the serpentine path amidst the mountains, finding it rather unfamiliar due to the clashes of the smoky black portions and normal elements that they were used to seeing.

On their way, countless disciples who had suffered the same fate as them created a long crowd. Some of them had been seriously injured during the flood and would have to be carried to the medicine pavillion, although they weren't sure if it had been teleported along with the rest of the sect. Han Xuhan quickly slipped into some close-knitted groups to gather information.

"Ei, brother Hui ! Damn, that's a deep cut. Gonna leave a scar for sure ! I'd advise against healing it completely, though. Grade A jade beauty magnet right there ! So what's up with....."

"Huh, sister Feng ! Here, take my outer robe and cover your back. I saw some perverts staring at you. What's that ? Oh, you want their names....? Er, one of them was called Xu Qing, I think. By the way...."

By the time they had reached the foot of sect master's mountain, Xuhan had gathered up a significant amount of information. A rough picture of the entire sect at its current had taken shape inside his mind.

The most important change that he had found to have taken place was what the cultivators with the highest level proficiency in the Celestial Gateway technique had done.
Apparently, the sect now sported three giant castles that could be moved, modified and controlled down to every brick at will. Each castle would house the disciples according to their cultivation levels. The dividing system was much like the one used during the slot allotment during the Celestial Gateway technique. So there would likely be not much change from the initial divisions of talent.

While Xuhan mentally noted down a few other details that he would need to rely on later for some of his preliminary objectives, the elders, the sect master, and the host lady Luo Yi floated down in front of the entire disciple body, looking completely dry and unharmed by the visit of the overly intimate seawater just a few minutes ago.

The air reeked of discontent, pregnant with a rebellious buzz amidst the disciples.