But you couldn’t judge a book by its cover, so Sun Wenmiao didn’t press the matter.
After all, Mu Fan was just a little guy in the Spirit Absorption Realm.
He didn’t look particularly young, yet his cultivation was so low.
There was no need to create a rift with Chai Ze over such a mediocre talent.
“Handle this properly.
Don’t ruin the reputation of my Hundred Weapons Pavilion.”
Tossing out that one sentence, Sun Wenmiao prepared to get up and leave, but his gaze happened to fall upon the token hanging from Mu Fan’s waist.
“Hm?”
Sun Wenmiao’s expression immediately turned solemn, and he quickly focused his eyes to get a better look.
‘A Core Disciple’s Identity Token!’
Sun Wenmiao shivered in fright, his body nearly tumbling down the stairs.
‘A Core Disciple!
Their status is far higher than mine, an elder who operates on the sect’s periphery.
The consequences of offending one would be dire!’
“Kid, it’s your unlucky day.
I caught you in the act.
I suggest you surrender obediently, or else…”
“Shut up!”
Just as Chai Ze was about to make another move against Mu Fan, Sun Wenmiao, having come to his senses, hurried forward and stopped him.
“Pavilion Master, what is the meaning of this?”
Chai Ze was taken aback and looked at Sun Wenmiao.
“I’m asking you, how were you planning to handle this?”
Sun Wenmiao took a step forward, separating the crowd.
He glanced discreetly at Mu Fan before turning to Chai Ze, his eyes holding a probing look.
“Don’t worry, Pavilion Master.
I will certainly not let a scoundrel like this off lightly.
Daring to cause trouble in the Hundred Weapons Pavilion… Crippling him would be a light punishment!”
Chai Ze, failing to understand Sun Wenmiao’s deeper meaning, spoke with an air of feigned righteousness.
SLAP!
But the moment the words left his mouth, what he received was a furious slap from Sun Wenmiao.
THUD!
Sun Wenmiao had held nothing back with that slap.
Chai Ze was sent flying a great distance, losing several teeth before he crashed heavily to the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.
And the crowd, which had been baying for blood just moments ago, now stared blankly at the incredibly dramatic scene unfolding before them.
“You imbecile!
Don’t think I don’t know what you were scheming!
If I really let you run wild, you would have completely disgraced the Hundred Weapons Pavilion!”
Showing no regard for Chai Ze’s dignity, Sun Wenmiao stepped forward again.
SLAP!
SLAP!
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His hand struck Chai Ze’s face again and again, his eyes flashing with even greater irritation.
‘This idiot has no perception at all!
He almost provoked someone we absolutely can’t afford to offend.
It’s terrifying just to think about!’
“Pavilion Master!
Pavilion Master, spare me!
I saw it with my own eyes, he really did steal a treasure from the pavilion!”
Chai Ze finally came to his senses and scrambled away, clutching his already swollen face as he mumbled incoherently.
“Still daring to make excuses?
Then why don’t you tell me, what treasure did this young man steal?”
Hearing this, Sun Wenmiao sneered, his gaze turning cold and sharp as he stared at the man.
“Well…”
Chai Ze faltered.
Every treasure in the Hundred Weapons Pavilion was accounted for; he couldn’t just invent an accusation out of thin air!
“Pavilion Master, I was in the wrong today.
But for Elder Chai Tao’s sake, could you please just pretend this never happened?”
Chai Ze fell silent for a moment before stepping forward and speaking in a low voice.
“Hmph!
Forget Elder Chai Tao!
Even if the Celestial King himself came, I would see this matter through to the end!”
As Sun Wenmiao spoke, he discreetly glanced at Mu Fan in the distance.
‘Isn’t this the perfect time to be racking up brownie points?’
“I see you’re no longer fit to be Vice-Pavilion Master.
Pack your things and go to the Hall of Enforcement to receive your punishment.”
Sun Wenmiao stared at Chai Ze with a stern gaze, showing absolutely no mercy.
“I will remember what happened here today!”
Chai Ze stood frozen in place, his face ashen.
He shot a look at Sun Wenmiao, then glared fiercely at Mu Fan, before getting up and scurrying away in disgrace.
‘Of course.
Chai Tao is just an Inner Sect elder, same as me.
So what if I offended him?
But Mu Fan’s status…
that’s another matter entirely.
Even if that token isn’t his, he must have a deep connection with some Core Disciple!’
‘He could certainly tell which was the weightier matter!’
“And you lot as well.
Go to the Hall of Enforcement and receive your punishment!”
Sun Wenmiao looked at the few pavilion disciples who had been about to attack Mu Fan, his voice filled with authority.
“As for the rest of you, you are not disciples of my Hundred Weapons Pavilion, so I cannot control you.
But people who just follow the crowd without a mind of their own will never amount to much.
From this day forward, the Hundred Weapons Pavilion is closed to all of you!”
They never imagined that simply failing to hold their tongues today would lead to such a consequence!
Meanwhile, those who hadn’t spoken ill of Mu Fan were all secretly relieved they had kept their mouths shut.
“Hmph!
Consider yourself lucky today.
But mark my words, one day I’ll have you on your knees, begging me!”
Seeing how things had turned out, Ying Weiwei, though resentful, was helpless.
She could only toss out a harsh threat as she got up to leave.
“Stop!”
However, Mu Fan wasn’t about to let her go that easily.
“That Spiritual Artifact in your hand… if I recall correctly, you haven’t paid for it yet, have you?”
Mu Fan said lightly.
“You!”
Ying Weiwei’s expression froze.
She never imagined Mu Fan would pull a stunt like this.
“Hm?
What’s this?
My Hundred Weapons Pavilion may not be as important as the seven peaks of the Inner Sect, but it’s not a place where just anyone can come and freeload.”
Sun Wenmiao naturally understood Mu Fan’s intention, and a hint of coldness entered his voice.
“If I recall correctly, the Spiritual Artifact in your hand is a Spirit Grade Lower-Grade Soft Sword.
As for the price… it’s about three thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones.
If the young lady fancies it, then please pay up.”
At his words, Ying Weiwei’s face stiffened.
Three thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones… Forget three thousand, she didn’t have a single one on her!
“Hmph!
It’s only three thousand Spirit Stones.
Once I return, I’ll have someone deliver them to you.”
Feeling the crowd’s scrutinizing gazes upon her, how could Ying Weiwei possibly admit that she didn’t have that many Spirit Stones?
“Heh heh, my Hundred Weapons Pavilion doesn’t do tabs.
You either have the money or you don’t.
There’s no need to try and pull the wool over my eyes.”
Sun Wenmiao looked at her with contempt.
Then, with a flick of his finger, the Sword Box containing the Soft Sword flew back into his hand.
“Fine!
You’re both very good!”
Ying Weiwei’s venomous gaze swept over both Mu Fan and Sun Wenmiao.
She spat out her final words, then turned and stalked toward the exit.
“Oh, and by the way, a noble lady such as yourself should probably visit my humble little Hundred Weapons Pavilion less often in the future.”
Sun Wenmiao, naturally, paid no mind to Ying Weiwei’s threats and decided to add another remark.
Hearing this, Ying Weiwei’s departing footsteps faltered.
She wanted to say something to save face, but in the end, the words wouldn’t come.