Lu Hengge was stunned! He had just been slapped! Although the slap didn’t cause any pain, it felt like it had landed directly on his dignity, twisting his expression with rage.
“Lu Hengge!!!” Ye Feng’s eyes turned bloodshot, and his spiritual Qi surged violently. Lu Hengge spat with disdain, “I thought you could at least pretend better than this. One slap and you’re already breaking down? Go on, kill me then!” He even leaned his face forward, not avoiding or retreating in the slightest.
Ye Feng clenched his fists tightly, teeth grinding, but he dared not make a move. He couldn’t. So many people were watching. If he acted, he would be judged and gossiped about. Moreover, Lin Xing was right there. If Ye Feng so much as thought of raising his hand, Lin Xing would suppress him instantly. He had no choice but to endure this slap.
Lu Hengge knew it and didn’t hold back at all. Ye Feng glared at Lu Hengge, murderous intent boiling in his eyes. Even Lin Xing could feel the killing intent surging from him.
Seeing that Ye Feng didn’t dare retaliate, Lu Hengge raised his hand again and patted Ye Feng’s face a few more times, mocking, “You don’t dare hit back, and you still want to act tough? Junior brother, our feud isn’t over. There’s plenty of time to settle it later.”
Hearing this, Ye Feng paused. What feud? Strictly speaking, this was the first time he had truly acted against Lu Hengge by orchestrating today’s framing. Until now, Ye Feng had focused entirely on pleasing Lu Sheng and Qiu Liu, never having made a move against Lu Hengge before.
“Could he have figured out I was the mastermind behind today’s setup?” A flicker passed through Ye Feng’s eyes. Impossible! With Qiu Liu’s intelligence — not even enough to tip a scale — she must’ve taken all the blame herself. There’s no way he could trace it back to him.
“Senior brother, it’s a misunderstanding. We’re like family. There’s no grudge between us!” Ye Feng buried his murderous intent and showed a pitiful expression. Lu Hengge felt nauseated. It was one thing to act pitiful in front of fools like Lu Sheng and Qiu Liu, but to do it in front of him?
Unacceptable. He needed to give him a few more slaps.
Just as Lu Hengge was about to act again, two familiar fragrances drifted over. Lu Sheng and Qiu Liu rushed forward with anxious faces. Their delicate hands caressed Ye Feng’s cheeks, not like masters and disciples, but more like lovers. In fact, it looked like a steamy romance with one man and two women.
Lu Hengge wasn’t surprised, but others around them clearly were.
“Elder Lu and Ye Feng seem a little too close.”
“Doesn’t look like a master and disciple relationship. More like lovers.”
“Is our Three Thousand Dao Sect about to stage a scandalous master-disciple romance?”
“Not just that. Look at Junior Sister Qiu’s expression — she looks even more concerned than Lu Sheng.”
“Two beauties all under one man’s control. Ye Feng’s really lucky.”
“So jealous.”
“I wonder what Elder Lu looks like when she’s being… played with.”
There were many disciples in the hall, and most were whispering among themselves. The smart ones used divine sense to communicate rather than speaking aloud. But to people like Lin Xing and Lu Sheng, divine sense exchanges were no different from spoken words.
Instantly, Lu Sheng’s face flushed with embarrassment, and she withdrew her hand from Ye Feng’s face. Qiu Liu, whose cultivation was too shallow, couldn’t hear the divine sense conversations. She kept asking Ye Feng if he was okay.
Lin Xing wore a mocking expression. He looked at Lu Sheng with zero respect, “Elder Lu, if I recall correctly, you’re already five hundred years old. How impressive, five hundred years of focused cultivation without ever experiencing love, and now… seems your moment has arrived.”
Anger welled up in Lu Sheng’s heart. She avoided Lu Hengge’s gaze and muttered, “Cultivators aren’t supposed to care about love and emotion. Elder Lin, don’t speak nonsense!”
Heh! Lin Xing scoffed silently. Cultivation is about a clear mind and smooth thoughts. If you can’t even admit you have feelings, how can you ever make a breakthrough?
Master-disciple romances weren’t uncommon. Some would call it taboo and unethical, but those who made such comments usually weren’t even qualified to embark on the cultivation path.
Lin Xing only ridiculed Lu Sheng because seeing her care so much for Ye Feng made him feel that Lu Hengge had been treated unfairly. If he had known things would turn out like this, he would have taken Lu Hengge in as a disciple himself instead of letting him waste years under Lu Sheng.
Now it was too late.
Lin Xing looked at Lu Hengge with regret. Such a great talent had been ruined…
“Lu Hengge, kneel and apologize to your junior brother!” a sharp voice suddenly called out.
In an instant, everyone in the hall stopped their divine sense discussions and turned to Qiu Liu with expressions of disbelief.
Even though Lu Hengge had lost his cultivation, he still held the title of Holy Son. Not to mention slapping Ye Feng — even if he beat him half to death, no one would dare say a word against him.
Lin Xing was done wasting time. He needed to wrap this up and report to the sect master.
Just as he was about to take Lu Hengge away, Lu Sheng blocked his path. Even though she couldn’t look Lu Hengge in the eye, she still said firmly, “Hengge, what you did just now was wrong. Apologize to Xiao Feng.”
Everyone was stunned again.
Holy crap! So Qiu Liu learned her stupidity from Lu Sheng?
Lin Xing’s terrifying spiritual Qi erupted. Countless resentful spirits wailed behind him, like an abyss tearing open. The aura of a half-step Fusion Realm expert burst out unrestrained, “Elder Lu, this is the Hall of Justice, not your Qingyun Peak. If you don’t follow the rules, then get out!”
In terms of cultivation, Lin Xing was inferior to Lu Sheng. But in the Hall of Justice, if he wanted to kill Lu Sheng, it wouldn’t be difficult.
Everyone on Qingyun Peak besides Lu Hengge really were fools.
The more Lin Xing thought about it, the angrier he became. His withered hand suddenly stirred up a gust of wind, infused with surging black spiritual Qi.
Pa! Pa!
Qiu Liu’s fair face instantly swelled, and she was flung across the hall, slamming into a stone pillar with such force that the entire Hall of Justice shook.
Ye Feng’s face also swelled. This time, he spat blood — not fake, real.
Everything happened too fast. Lu Sheng didn’t even have time to react.
“Calling the Holy Son by name… who gave you the guts of a dog?” Lin Xing’s eyes were icy. “Since Lu Sheng doesn’t know how to teach her disciples, I’ll do it for her.”
Qiu Liu held her swollen face, about to wail in pain, but after seeing Lin Xing’s cold gaze, she swallowed her grievances.
Ye Feng coughed up more blood. “Elder Lin, why did you hit me?”
Hitting Qiu Liu was understandable, but he hadn’t done anything!
Lin Xing looked down at him coldly. “I don’t like you. Isn’t that reason enough?”
Such a womanly attitude. What’s the point of having something between your legs?
Ye Feng was furious inside, but didn’t dare show a hint of dissatisfaction. In the Three Thousand Dao Sect, the one group you never provoked was the Hall of Justice — especially Lin Xing. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Lu Sheng’s face turned ice-cold. Her expression was unfriendly as she glared at Lin Xing. “Elder Lin, what’s the meaning of this? Striking the younger generation without cause goes against the sect’s rules, doesn’t it?”
“Elder Lu, would you like to try me?” Lin Xing stepped forward. Behind him, the howling resentful spirits fell silent as a huge skeletal face emerged from the dark spiritual Qi, its scarlet eyes fixed on Lu Sheng.
Lu Sheng’s expression turned ugly. She wasn’t afraid of a one-on-one fight, but the problem was this was the Hall of Justice. If they actually fought, she wouldn’t have the upper hand.
Everyone gulped. When big shots fight, it’s the bystanders who suffer.
“Liuer, come here,” Lu Sheng said softly.
Qiu Liu cautiously returned to Lu Sheng’s side, keeping a large distance from Lin Xing.
At that moment, Lu Hengge spoke gently, waving at Qiu Liu, “Junior sister, your face must hurt. Come, let senior brother take a look.”
His tone was so soft, like back in the old days — no matter what mistake she made, Lu Hengge would always say, “It’s okay. I’m here.”
Did he return to normal?
Qiu Liu glanced at Lu Sheng, who didn’t object, so she approached Lu Hengge and leaned her swollen cheek closer. Her eyes shimmered with tears. “Senior brother, look, my face is swollen. You’d better make more pills to make up for it.”
She had already made up her mind. As long as Lu Hengge kept refining pills for her, she could reluctantly call him senior brother again. After all, Lu Hengge’s alchemy skills in the Three Thousand Dao Sect had long surpassed the ordinary. Even Elder Yao was slightly inferior.
Pa!!!
Another slap.
“Only one side is swollen — it’s not symmetrical.”
“Both sides should match. That’s more pleasing to the eye.”
Lu Hengge shook his hand. No good! Without cultivation, his slaps weren’t enough to make her other cheek swell.
“Elder Lin, do me a favor. Make it symmetrical.”
He looked to Lin Xing for help. Lin Xing was momentarily stunned.
To Qiu Liu, that slap didn’t hurt at all — but it was a huge humiliation. Her delicate features twisted in anger, almost like a female ghost. “Lu Hengge, how dare you hit me!!!”
The next second, Qiu Liu flew through the air again. When the dust settled, both sides of her face were now evenly swollen.
Lin Xing calmly withdrew his hand. “Once, twice — don’t let there be a third or fourth. If anyone dares call the Holy Son by name again, into the Sword Prison they go for sixty years.”
Lu Hengge looked at the pig-headed Qiu Liu and felt very satisfied.
So I hit him, not you? You just like barking like a dog!