The splendid disciple-initiation ceremony had drawn to its close.
It hadn’t been splendid in the way everyone had imagined, yet it had possessed a different kind of splendor.
Everyone was satisfied — everyone except the Yuqing Sect.
This was supposed to have been their moment to display their might, yet they had been humiliated time and again by that cast-off disciple Zhou Tong.
They had lost both their substance and their face!
Tang Qi was so furious he could die.
Watching Zhou Tong surrounded by beauties, his demonic art was nearly boiling over.
His own defeat was depressing enough; Zhou Tong’s triumph was simply unbearable.
“A cripple is always a cripple.
Even if he preens for a moment, in the end he’ll become my stepping stone — because I am the master of this world!”
“It’s getting late — we should be going.”
Murong Ya smiled so wide she couldn’t close her mouth.
Dressed in a wide-sleeved long gown, she carefully shielded her three beloved disciples and prepared to leave.
“You can’t leave yet!”
Mo Liusu suddenly spoke, making everyone about to depart pause.
“Return the Seven-Star Verdant-Blood Lotus…”
“Pfft!”
Murong Ya spat a mouthful of saliva right in her face and left without looking back!
The air between heaven and earth froze solid!
…
“Master, you’re so cool — I like you so much!”
Carried along through the void, Long Lingyun’s eyes sparkled with little stars as she gazed at Murong Ya in adoration.
“Such an inexperienced little girl — this is nothing.
The cooler stuff is still to come!”
“Hahaha…”
Zhou Tong couldn’t help laughing.
He and Murong Ya exchanged a glance, like two foxes that had just pulled off a raid on the henhouse.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh…
look at the two of you, so in sync!
I never thought someone could be so fickle — now that you have a new disciple, you’ve forgotten your old one!”
The Little Vixen said, her mouth full of sourness.
“Be good, Yue’er, don’t fuss.
There’s a big surprise — you’ll find out when we get back to the sect.”
The four sped along, crossing space itself, and soon returned to Hongchen Mountain.
“I never imagined the Hehuan Sect, once a dominating force, could have fallen into such ruin.”
Looking at the barren mountaintop, Long Lingyun couldn’t help sighing.
Soon they arrived before the sect gate, where only a weathered plaque swayed in the wind.
Long Lingyun suddenly stopped, gazing at the three characters on the plaque.
Finding them full of aesthetic beauty, she couldn’t help voicing her admiration.
“What a fine ‘Heaven Rewards the Diligent’!”
“That says Hehuan Sect!
You really are illiterate — even if you can’t read characters, at least you should know how to count!”
The Little Vixen was stunned.
“She’s not faking it, is she?”
“No.
I’ve seen people with even worse cases.”
The moment they stepped into the sect, the Little Vixen and Long Lingyun grew alert.
“Careful — there’s a strange aura.
Someone’s been here!”
The Little Vixen’s face changed drastically, and she charged out at the front, heading straight for the sect’s storehouse.
Zhou Tong and Murong Ya exchanged a glance and followed.
With a bang, the storehouse door burst open.
Inside was completely empty — nothing had been left behind!
“Those damned robbers!”
The Little Vixen’s face went pale, and the joy in her heart vanished without a trace.
This was the last of the Hehuan Sect’s assets.
More importantly, the spirit herbs needed to refine the Bodhi Pill had been taken as well — which meant they could no longer treat Master’s heart demon.
“Don’t worry.
I know who did it.”
Zhou Tong said calmly.
With a casual wave, countless tiny formations flew in from all directions and assembled into a projection.
“I keep forgetting you’re a formation master!”
The Little Vixen was overjoyed, her hanging heart slowly settling.
Since Zhou Tong had prepared in advance, there would be no problem.
Unbeknownst to herself, she had begun to lean on Zhou Tong without thinking.
As they spoke, figures appeared in the image.
Several middle-aged men worked with lightning speed, emptying the storehouse in the blink of an eye — no more than ten breaths from start to finish.
“Heh…
all old acquaintances.
The Yuqing Sect has sunk to such depths!”
Long Lingyun said angrily.
These men were all elders of the Yuqing Sect, who had taken advantage of Murong Ya’s absence to clean out the Hehuan Sect in one fell swoop!
“Outrageous!
I’m going to settle accounts with them.”
The Little Vixen was about to move, but Zhou Tong grabbed her wrist.
“Relax.
If they wanted it so badly, just let them have it!”
“Since when did you become so generous?”
“Because someone is even more generous than we are!”
Zhou Tong looked at Murong Ya.
“Master, show them a proper trick!”
“You got it!”
Murong Ya swept her long sleeves, as if scattering stars across the sky — countless treasures flew out from her sleeves and piled up into little mountains.
The other two were dumbstruck, staring at the scene in disbelief.
Among the treasures were pills, spirit herbs, and spirit stones in abundance — worth dozens of times more than what had been lost.
The Little Vixen blurted out.
“Don’t put it so crudely.
This is called returning courtesy for courtesy — if they dare pull the firewood from under our cauldron, they should be prepared for a response!”
Murong Ya lifted her delicate chin.
“While you were all facing off against the Yuqing Sect, your Master had already arrived first and helped herself to their things in passing!”
“Long live the Master!”
The three chorused in unison, bowing in worship.
This time, they had truly hit the jackpot!
…
Xuanhuang Mountain, the Yuqing Sect.
The people of the other sects had all gone, leaving nothing behind but feathers scattered on the ground.
“Mo Liusu, look at the fine mess you’ve made!”
Fairy White Crane attacked directly.
“I will formally impeach you for abusing your authority as Sect Leader and doing as you please.
If you hadn’t driven Zhou Tong away, we wouldn’t have suffered such extraordinary humiliation today!”
The other elders said nothing, their faces grave, resentment showing in their eyes.
“Calm down.
Everything is under my control.”
Mo Liusu said coolly.
“Before long, the Hehuan Sect will vanish completely!”
As the words fell, several elders stepped out of the crowd and presented the plundered treasures.
“Did you take this from the Hehuan Sect while you had the chance?”
The others exchanged glances; many had delight in their eyes, for these treasures were worth a fortune.
They saw nothing wrong with it.
Under the rule of the survival of the fittest, those who couldn’t even protect their own treasures deserved to be destroyed.
“This should be enough to make up for our losses!”
several elders said with satisfaction.
“Terrible news!
Terrible news!”
Just then, a disciple came stumbling over, panic written all over his face.
“Speak slowly.
This is the Yuqing Sect — even if the sky falls, there are people to hold it up.”
Mo Liusu said with displeasure.
“True One Mo, the sky really has fallen — someone has ransacked our sect’s treasure vault!”
At these words, everyone present felt as if struck by lightning.
“You’re lying!”
“Your humble servant wouldn’t dare lie — see for yourself!”
The disciple tremblingly handed over a note.
Mo Liusu took it and glanced at it once; her face instantly turned pale.
On it was written: Murong Ya was here!
“Bitch!
I’ll never share this world with you!”
She gnashed her teeth — and spat out a mouthful of blood!
“I’m going to find the Enforcers and report that the Hehuan Sect has insufficient merits — have them strip the Hehuan Sect of its name!”