Wang Zhanzhan Fang Que

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"Let's go, let's go see the excitement!"

"What excitement? Why the rush?"

"Forgot? Wang Zhan vs. Fang Que, it was arranged a month ago!"

"Right, right, I forgot about that, let's go!"

At dawn, as the morning bell rang, countless disciples of Lingyun Sect rose to cultivate as usual.

But someone must have been the first to remember Wang Zhan's challenge to Fang Que, and in no time, the news spread like wildfire. Countless outer disciples began heading towards the martial arts arena on Elder Peak.

This grand event caused a sensation among the outer disciples, but it was insignificant to the inner disciples.

After all, the inner disciples were busy cultivating, and who had the time to care about a servant challenging an outer disciple?

Therefore, apart from the outer disciples, not a single inner disciple came to watch the battle between Wang Zhan and Fang Que.

Wang Zhan, having already packed his belongings, followed the crowd to Elder Peak.

At this moment, Elder Peak was surrounded by four or five concentric circles of people, about a hundred in total, all there to watch the battle between Wang Zhan and Fang Que.

These outer disciples were discussing it enthusiastically, and some had even set up betting booths outside.

"Come on, come on, place your bets! 1 to 11, 10 to 1! Fang Que vs. Wang Zhan!" one of the outer disciples shouted loudly outside the arena, attracting the attention of passersby.

"1 to 10? Such high odds?"

one passerby asked as they approached the betting stall.

"Yes! Bet on Fang Que to win, 1 to 1. Bet on Wang Zhan to win, 1 to 10!" The disciple setting up the stall paid no attention to Wang Zhan standing in the arena, continuing to shout his wares.

In his view, Wang Zhan beating Fang Que was as easy as a pig flying.

Hearing this, a familiar figure, clearly angered, used her spiritual energy to push through the crowd and approach the disciple setting up the stall.

This person was none other than Xiao Die.

Upon seeing Xiao Die, the outer disciple's eyes lit up, clearly attracted by her temperament and appearance. Looking at her, he said, "Senior Sister, which side are you betting on? Fang Que's chances of winning are higher!" "One to ten, right?"

Xiao Die frowned, angrily taking out a small wooden box and slamming it onto Wang Zhan's betting table.

"I bet Wang Zhan wins. If I lose, this first-grade pill is yours; if I win, you have to pay me ten pills!" Hearing Xiao Die's words, all the surrounding outer disciples gasped.

A first-grade pill!

Even ten outer disciples might not have one!

In an instant, all eyes were fixed on the wooden box.

The disciple who had set up the stall swallowed hard, trembling as he picked up the box.

Upon opening it, a fragrant aroma of medicine wafted out, refreshing and invigorating!

"Okay, I bet!"

The disciple slammed his hand on the table, shouting excitedly.

"It's here! It's here! Pills delivered

right to my door! I'd be doing these hands a disservice if I didn't take them!

" "Remember, if you lose, pay me ten!"

Xiao Die pointed at the disciple, then turned and left the crowd, heading down to the training ground.

"Wang Zhan, good luck!"

Xiao Die gave Wang Zhan a fist pump.

"Okay!"

Wang Zhan smiled and nodded, giving her a reassuring look. Then, his gaze swept around, searching for Yue Qinghan's figure.

"Don't bother looking, my young lady isn't here. The sect leader has something to discuss with her, so she sent me!" Xiao Die winked at Wang Zhan.

"Perform well, and if you win, I'll let my young lady kiss you!"

"Okay, you said it!"

Wang Zhan gave her a knowing look, then took a deep breath, his gaze fixed firmly on the distance.

A moment later, a commotion arose in the crowd, and a figure, surrounded by more than ten disciples, arrived at the training ground.

Elder Qiu and Elder Di, who had been waiting nearby, both opened their eyes.

Fang Que's gaze defiantly met Wang Zhan's!

This past month, not only had Wang Zhan been training, but Fang Que hadn't been idle either. Although the possibility of Wang Zhan posing a threat to him was almost negligible, Fang Que maintained a humble and composed attitude. Under Elder Di's tutelage, he had made further progress this month, touching the threshold of the Upper Clarity Realm. He

was brimming with confidence for this battle.

Wang Zhan wanted to climb over him to the top? Then he would crush him under his feet.

Thinking this, a ruthless glint flashed across Fang Que's face. He made a throat-slitting gesture at Wang Zhan, then strode onto the training ground.

The two faced each other, and even before they made a move, an invisible killing intent permeated the entire arena.

Without any unnecessary delays, the moment they faced each other, it was a primal battle!

In an instant, all the outer disciples around the martial arts arena fell silent, watching the two on the arena with bated breath. Even the two elders stared intently at them.

Stepping onto the life-or-death arena meant certain death, until the other fell.

This was the rule of the Lingyun Sect, and also the rule among the outer disciples.

The moment they stood still, Wang Zhan flashed forward, instantly throwing a punch.

Without any probing, without holding back, that punch was the most powerful one!

"Well done!"

Fang Que's eyes sharpened, he shifted his feet and planted them firmly on the ground, then gathered his breath and threw a punch as well.

With a "bang," their fists collided.

Strangely, neither Fang Que nor Wang Zhan retreated!

The spectators' mouths gaped open.

Fang Que was at the ninth level of the Spirit Platform Realm, just one step away from the Upper Clarity Realm.

And Wang Zhan? Wang Zhan was only at the sixth level of the Spirit Platform Realm, three levels lower! How could they possibly fight to a draw!

Just as everyone was astonished, another unexpected turn of events occurred!

"Mountain-Pulling Strike!"

Wang Zhan grunted, unleashing a powerful "Mountain-Pulling Strike," the force of which pushed Fang Que back two steps in an instant.

He retreated! Fang Que retreated!

Fang Que's fist power was inferior to Wang Zhan's?

This was utterly unbelievable! How could such a thing happen!

It has to be said that this battle shattered their worldview and understanding. A sixth-level cultivator had actually forced a ninth-level cultivator back two steps—was this a dream?

Quick! Pinch me, see if it hurts!

"You're courting death!"

Fang Que's face flashed with anger after being knocked back by Wang Zhan's punch. His aura surged dramatically, and a wave of ninth-level energy swept over, causing Wang Zhan to also retreat several steps.

"Mountain-Pushing Palm!"

As Wang Zhan retreated, Fang Que closed in, his palm containing spiritual power, pressing down on Wang Zhan's chest.

"Stealth Step!"

Wang Zhan stomped his foot and unleashed the Xuan-rank martial skill given to him by Qing Han. His figure left a trail of afterimages in the air as he quickly arrived at Fang Que's side.

The "Stealth Step" works like this: when spiritual energy is channeled throughout the body and into the feet, it not only instantly increases speed but also leaves an afterimage in the air, confusing the enemy's vision.

Fang Que was doing just that; he hadn't expected Wang Zhan to have such a move. Although he sensed Wang Zhan's presence, his palm still landed on the afterimage.

The next moment, the afterimage vanished, and Wang Zhan, standing beside Fang Que, kicked out, striking Fang Que heavily in the ribs.

Fang Que was thrown to the side by the force, but didn't fall. Instead, he braced himself with his hands upon landing, performing a few somersaults to a steady stop.

"Wang Zhan, you…"

Fang Que stared at Wang Zhan, his face flushed.

"Where did you get so many martial arts techniques?"

The Lingyun Sect's martial arts techniques are limited in number. Ordinary outer disciples can only cultivate a maximum of three. Only those who advance to inner disciple status can cultivate more. The martial arts techniques Wang Zhan was displaying were clearly not ordinary! Moreover, he was just a menial disciple, a servant; where did he get so many techniques?

"Would you believe me if I said I found it?"

Wang Zhan shrugged, looking completely relaxed.

"Elder Qiu, did you give him his martial arts techniques?"

Seeing this scene in the training ground, Elder Di turned to Elder Qiu, his face full of anger.

"Do you know he's just a menial laborer? Spreading sect martial arts techniques at will is punishable by the Enforcement Hall!" "He already said he found them!"

Elder Qiu said solemnly, turning to look directly at Elder Di.

"Besides, the techniques he used weren't from the Lingyun Sect, so you can't just forbid him from finding them!" "You…"

Elder Qiu's words left Elder Di speechless.

Yes, Wang Zhan's techniques weren't from the Lingyun Sect; heaven knows where he got them from!

Of course, if the Lingyun Sect Master were present and saw the martial arts techniques Wang Zhan used, he would definitely spit out blood.

Those were his private treasures, techniques not recorded in the Lingyun Sect's martial arts pavilion—his family heirlooms!

He'd given everything to his precious disciple, only to have her immediately give away! What a spendthrift!

It's true what they say, a married disciple is like water spilled from a cup—colluding with outsiders to betray her master!

Of course, there are no "what ifs" in life. After being kicked by Wang Zhan, Fang Que suppressed his anger, focusing all his attention on the fight.

Wang Zhan did the same, his gaze like that of a ferocious beast, fixed intently on Fang Que.

After a moment of staring at each other, they attacked simultaneously!

Fang Que moved like a snake slithering through the jungle, using his superior cultivation level to dodge and weave, confusing Wang Zhan.

Wang Zhan, on the other hand, was like an arrow about to be released from a bow, his right foot stomping heavily on the ground, gathering power. Just

as Fang Que's rapid figure was about to close in, Wang Zhan shot out with a whoosh, seizing the opportunity of Fang Que's shifting position, delivering a knee strike aimed at Fang Que's throat!

Faced with this attack, Fang Que abruptly retreated, raising his other hand to block in front of his throat.

Wang Zhan's knee strike was instantly blocked by Fang Que's hand!

The next second, Fang Que's spiritual energy surged, and a blinding white light flashed out at close range.

"Illusory Heavenly Light!"

Wang Zhan was caught off guard by Fang Que's martial technique, and his vision was immediately pierced by the white light, causing his head to spin.

Fang Que seized this opportunity, gathering all his strength, and punched Wang Zhan hard in the cheek.

The next second, Wang Zhan's body flew out and crashed heavily to the ground, the force even creating a half-meter-long crater in the ground!

"Good!"

An inner disciple watching the battle shouted "Good!" and the others around him also cheered.

That punch was good, wonderful, and exciting!

The Ninth Heaven is indeed the Ninth Heaven, one punch is enough to kill a Sixth Heaven!

With such power, his face must have been ground to shreds!

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Zhan, who had been punched away.

To their astonishment, Wang Zhan slowly sat up from the ground, his face and body completely unscathed, not even a scratch!

The force of his attack was like hitting cotton, having absolutely no effect!

"How is this possible?"

The onlookers were in an uproar. They had personally witnessed Fang Que punch Wang Zhan in the face, sending him flying. How could a sixth-level cultivator be completely unharmed after taking a punch from a ninth-level cultivator? It

was beyond comprehension!

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Wang Zhan, sitting on the ground, looked at Fang Que with disdain. After saying this, Wang Zhan cracked his fists and sneered, "My turn!" As

soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhan's figure vanished from the ground, and the afterimage of him sitting on the ground also began to slowly disappear into the air.

It was that strange martial art again!

The moment he saw the afterimage, Fang Que's heart skipped a beat, and without thinking, he gathered all his spiritual power.

"Illusory Heavenly Light!"

A deep shout rang out, and a dazzling light flashed from Fang Que's body once more. Even the disciples standing outside the martial arts arena couldn't help but shield their eyes from the light, barely able to make out the situation inside.

This time, the light surrounding Fang Que was significantly stronger than before.

After the light disappeared, everyone stared wide-eyed, looking around.

Where was Wang Zhan? Where was Wang Zhan?

He disappeared in such a short time?

"Up there!"

a disciple who had been watching the spectacle cried out in alarm. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall figure above Fang Que's head, pressing down on him like a mountain.

The speed was as fast as the wind and rain!

The moment Fang Que looked up, Wang Zhan was already pressing down, his heavy knee slamming down on Fang Que's shoulder.

With a loud "bang," dust flew everywhere.

From within the dust, Wang Zhan's figure appeared first, performing over a dozen backflips to keep his distance from the dust before stopping.

As he stopped, he clutched his left arm, blood dripping from between his fingers.

When the dust settled, Fang Que's figure appeared.

He was now kneeling on the ground, each hand holding a long, half-sharpened staff-like weapon, blood trickling from his mouth—clearly, he was seriously injured!

Everyone was stunned.

Fang Que was injured? Fang Que was actually injured?

Injured by Wang Zhan?

A ninth-level expert injured by a sixth-level expert?

And he even used weapons?

Shouldn't it be Du Xiu? How come it seems like they're evenly matched?

No! Not only are they evenly matched, Fang Que seems to be at a disadvantage!

"Hiss…"

Everyone gasped, their gazes towards Wang Zhan now completely different.

This menial servant didn't seem as unremarkable as he appeared!

Back then… he was apparently the number one genius among the outer disciples!

Only now did people recall the glory days of Wang Zhan, once hailed as the number one genius!

"Wang Zhan…"

Fang Que slowly rose from his kneeling position, the two round swords in his hands gleaming coldly, his eyes fixed on Wang Zhan with a vicious glint.

Disgraceful! Utterly disgraceful!

To be injured in front of so many people by a mere sixth-level expert—there was nothing more humiliating than this!

Fang Que's fingers gripped his weapons tightly, his face contorted in a grotesque roar.

"Wang Zhan… you… deserve to die!"

With that "deserves to die," Fang Que charged towards Wang Zhan like a wild horse.

"Golden Pattern Sword!"

Wang Zhan shouted, his spiritual energy coursing through his body as he drew the Golden Pattern Sword, a powerful, inch-force strike wrapping around the blade, as he slashed down fiercely at the oncoming Fang Que!

The moment the two weapons clashed, Fang Que roared, his spiritual power surging to its peak in an instant. The difference in their cultivation levels was like a raging torrent, crashing head-on into Wang Zhan's frail body!

"Pfft!"

Wang Zhan spat out a mouthful of blood, his golden-patterned sword flying away, his body tumbling backward from the impact of the spiritual power.

He rolled for over twenty meters!

Before Wang Zhan could even stand up, the enraged Fang Que was already in front of him, his round sword slashing down at Wang Zhan's left and right shoulders!

If it hit, Wang Zhan would likely become a cripple without hands!

But in that instant, a ruthless glint flashed across Wang Zhan's face. Green spiritual power gathered in his hands, and he grabbed Fang Que's descending sword with both hands!

Normally, this would be tantamount to Wang Zhan courting death!

The sharp blade would have severed his hands without hesitation!

But to everyone's astonishment, Wang Zhan not only caught Fang Que's blade, but his hands didn't even have a scratch.

"This is..."

Elder Di, standing to the side, noticed the fleeting green spiritual energy between Wang Zhan's hands and fell into deep thought.

Elder Qiu, meanwhile, watched the battlefield with tense expressions.

He had heard Wang Zhan say that the spiritual energy in his wood-attribute Qi Sea could heal his injuries, but there was a limit. Once the damage exceeded his own spiritual energy, the advantage of instant recovery would disappear!

Wang Zhan had clearly used wood-attribute spiritual energy twice in this battle, and Elder Qiu didn't know how many more times Wang Zhan could use it!

As for Wang Zhan on the other side, he was clearly caught up in the ferocity he'd displayed during his fight with Fang Que. Grabbing the blade with both hands, he leaped up from the ground and then slammed his head down hard. With

a loud "bang," Fang Que, whose head had collided with Wang Zhan's, lost his grip, his weapon fell to the ground, and he staggered back several steps.

This was completely unexpected, as was everyone else's.

Wang Zhan... his fighting style is completely unpredictable! Who uses headbutts like that? These are all respectable figures, not street thugs fighting. Is it really necessary?

But what they didn't expect was what followed: an even more explosive scene!

After slamming Fang Que's head once, Wang Zhan grabbed Fang Que's shoulders with both hands and slammed them four or five more times!

Each slam was harder and more forceful than the last, blood splattering everywhere!

Several female disciples covered their eyes, disgusted by the gore, unable to watch any longer!

As for Fang Que, a dignified ninth-level Heavenly Realm disciple, he was utterly powerless against Wang Zhan's vulgar tactics, completely dazed and disoriented, his vision blurred.

After so many frenzied slams, Wang Zhan didn't stop. He jumped up and delivered a flying kick, striking Fang Que squarely in the chest.

In an instant, Fang Que was sent flying backward!

A crushing defeat! A decisive crushing defeat!

Wang Zhan utterly crushed Fang Que, much like a cultivator in the Upper Clarity Realm versus one in the Spirit Platform Realm!

The outer sect disciples watching the battle were all filled with solemnity as they gazed at Wang Zhan's figure in the arena.

If Wang Zhan were in their place, could they defeat Fang Que so easily?

No!

They might even be killed by Fang Que, a defeat without a doubt!

Thinking of this, some of the female disciples even began to look at Wang Zhan with stars in their eyes.

After this battle, Wang Zhan's status as an outer sect disciple was undoubtedly secured, and he was even the number one outer sect disciple!

"You've lost!"

Wang Zhan picked up his golden-patterned sword, the blade pointed at Fang Que's neck, speaking coldly and indifferently, his gaze as if looking at an ordinary person, showing no respect whatsoever for the number one outer sect disciple.

Looking at Wang Zhan before him, Fang Que felt an unprecedented shame wash over him—humiliation and resentment!

He couldn't understand how he could lose? How could he lose?

Three levels apart, a full three levels, why had he lost so completely!

"Wang Zhan!"

Just as Wang Zhan pointed his sword at Fang Que, a thunderous roar suddenly echoed throughout the entire martial arts arena.

A figure appeared like a whirlwind, instantly entering the arena and grabbing Wang Zhan's wrist, which was holding the golden-patterned sword.

Everyone around the arena paled; no one had expected such a sudden turn of events. The

one who grabbed Wang Zhan's wrist was none other than Elder Di, standing to the side.

Fang Que's master!

Many outer disciples exclaimed in surprise. Judging from Elder Di's furious appearance, it seemed he wanted to settle scores with Wang Zhan? Could it be that Wang Zhan's defeat of Fang Que had caused Elder Di to lose face, and he intended to personally teach Wang Zhan a lesson?

That was a bit too far-fetched!

He was an elder, after all; surely it wasn't for such a small matter?

"Elder Di, what are you doing?"

Not long after Elder Di rushed into the arena, Elder Qiu also rushed in from the other side, blocking Wang Zhan's path.

"Elder Qiu, step aside! Let me apprehend this traitor who betrayed the sect rules!" "Elder Di, is there some misunderstanding?"

Hearing Elder Di's words, Elder Qiu frowned, protecting Wang Zhan even more.

"Ha..."

The word "misunderstanding" made Elder Di sneer, looking at Wang Zhan and saying, "Wang Zhan, how dare you! You actually dared to attack inner disciples and Danfeng disciples while outer disciples were training! What? Do you really think no one can deal with you?"

The words "attacked Danfeng disciples" caused an uproar among the crowd. Countless outer disciples changed color, looking at Wang Zhan in the center of the scene and discussing among themselves.

"Elder Di, I don't understand what you're talking about?"

Wang Zhan's brows were also deeply furrowed, not understanding why Elder Di suddenly said this.

"Still putting on airs here?"

Elder Di sneered repeatedly, his gaze towards Wang Zhan full of hostility.

"Cheng Qing, come out and tell me what's going on!"

Elder Di shouted, and a beautiful figure, unseen for a long time, emerged from the crowd.

It was none other than Cheng Qing!

The Cheng Qing who had disappeared after her training in the Xuan Beast Mountain Range!

Wang Zhan's eyes instantly sharpened like blades!

"Isn't this Senior Sister Cheng Qing? What's she doing here?"

"She disappeared half a month ago during the training, didn't she? I heard that the two elders searched for three days but couldn't find her!"

"Some say she was eaten by a Xuan Beast, others say she was killed by mercenaries. How did she suddenly end up here?" Seeing Cheng Qing emerge from the crowd, the outer disciples around them began to discuss animatedly.

Among them was another figure, Liu Mo, who had returned with Cheng Qing and had long since disappeared into the Xuan Beast Mountain Range!

As Cheng Qing emerged, she pointed to Wang Zhan beside her.

"Elder Di, it was him! Half a month ago, during our training in the Xuan Beast Mountain Range, he brutally murdered my companions, including the Dan Peak disciples!"

Cheng Qing's words immediately caused a sensation.

Wang Zhan… this monster who defeated Fang Que despite being of a higher level, actually killed Dan Peak disciples!

Those were Dan Peak disciples, protected by inner disciples! How did he manage that?

"Elder Di, the words of just one disciple may not be the truth. Besides, why would Wang Zhan kill Dan Peak disciples? He didn't even know those Dan Peak disciples!"

"Because he wanted to kill and rob, and seeing that the Xuan Beast Mountain Range was deserted, he harbored evil intentions!" Qiu Lao's defense had barely faded when another figure rushed into the training ground.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the surrounding disciples erupted in uproar once again.

"Isn't that an inner disciple? I heard he's one of the top five in the Lingyun Sect! The two elders were looking for him before!"

"Wang Zhan killed a Danfeng disciple? That means he fought him?" "Shangqing Realm, impossible, right?"

"What's impossible? Wang Zhan is so strong, he could easily beat Fang Que, who's three levels higher than him. Killing an inner disciple is a piece of cake for him, isn't it?" "

That freakish?"

The whispers and discussions almost drowned out the noise in the training ground.

After hearing what Cheng Qing and Liu Mo said, Wang Zhan's eyes grew colder and colder. These two were clearly working together to frame him.

He had witnessed Liu Mo accidentally injuring an inner disciple and had formed an irreconcilable feud with Cheng Qing, so these two had every reason to conspire to frame him.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhan, standing behind Elder Qiu, slowly tightened his grip on the golden-patterned sword. The chilling killing intent emanating from his body was instantly detected by Elder Di.

"You still dare to attack?"

Elder Di glared coldly, seemingly convinced that Wang Zhan was the murderer. With a single hand raised, an immense and unparalleled surge of spiritual energy pressed down on Wang Zhan.

Although he was hiding behind Elder Qiu, Wang Zhan felt as if he had become a small boat in a stormy sea, on the verge of capsizing at any moment!

Powerful, capable of crushing him with a mere gesture!

Wang Zhan trembled involuntarily. This was the first time he had ever seen an elder attack, especially one aimed directly at him!

Every move could easily kill him!

But just as Elder Di's spiritual energy pressed down, another gentle spiritual energy formed a barrier in front of Wang Zhan, blocking the attack.

"Elder Qiu, what are you doing? Murdering a Danfeng disciple is an unforgivable crime. Are you trying to protect Wang Zhan?"

"Even if Wang Zhan is guilty, it's not your place to take the law into your own hands. It should be handled by the Enforcement Hall! Besides, can you really determine that Wang Zhan killed the Danfeng disciple just by their words? What if I said that Wang Zhan didn't kill the Danfeng disciple at all, but Fang Que? Would you believe me?" "You..."

Elder Qiu's words made Elder Di choke, and he heavily flicked his sleeves.

"Anyway, I've already notified the Enforcement Hall to come. I believe the truth will come out soon!

If it really is Wang Zhan who killed the Danfeng disciple, let's see how you protect him then!" "Instead of wasting your time worrying about Wang Zhan, you should worry more about your disciple! No wonder your cultivation has never improved in your life. Like master, like disciple!" Facing Elder Di, Elder Qiu, protective of his disciple, no longer gave him a kind look and directly started to mock him.

To be honest, this was the first time Wang Zhan had heard Elder Qiu speak like this, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart. Over the years, very few people had offered him such sincere help.

However, not long after Elder Qiu stood protectively in front of Wang Zhan, several deacons of the Enforcement Hall, dressed in red robes, approached. The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a hooked nose, a three-lobed mouth, and piercing eyes that seemed like stars in the sky.

"Elder Di, Elder Qiu!"

Upon arriving at the training ground, this man respectfully bowed to Elder Di and Elder Qiu, then looked at Wang Zhan in the arena.

The middle-aged man then waved his hand, and disciples of the Enforcement Hall stepped forward, handcuffing and shackled Wang Zhan tightly.

"Wang Zhan, don't cause trouble. Justice will prevail. I'll find a way to go to the Sect Master!" Hearing Elder Qiu's words, Wang Zhan nodded.

He wasn't stupid; if he resisted, he'd likely be in serious trouble.

After giving Wang Zhan a few words of advice, Elder Qiu's gaze immediately turned to the middle-aged man on the other side.

"Brother Qin, there are still many oversights in Wang Zhan's killing of the Danfeng disciple. If we're going to arrest someone, we shouldn't just arrest Wang Zhan alone!"

"Don't worry, Elder Qiu! This is the first time in hundreds of years that the Lingyun Sect has killed a Danfeng disciple. It's no small matter. We dare not make a decision lightly before the Sect Master gives the order. These two people should naturally be taken back to the Enforcement Hall. Everything will be decided after the Sect Master gives the order!"

"That's good..."

Hearing the middle-aged man say this, Elder Qiu breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Wang Zhan indifferently, and then let Wang Zhan, along with Cheng Qing and Liu Mo, be taken away by the Enforcement Hall's team.

"Elder Qiu..."

After Wang Zhan was taken away, Xiao Die, who had been watching the battle from the side, ran to Elder Qiu, her pretty face streaked with tears as she looked at him.

"Wang Zhan has been taken away, what should we do?"

"Find your young lady!"

Elder Qiu's expression remained unchanged as he looked at Xiao Die and said, "I'm merely an outer sect elder, not qualified enough to see the sect master. Find your young lady and have her handle this matter. If necessary, reveal Wang Zhan's trump card. With that trump card, Wang Zhan will definitely be safe!"

"Trump card?"

Xiao Die was taken aback.

"What trump card?"

"Just tell me, your young lady will understand!"

...

In the dungeon of the Lingyun Sect's Enforcement Hall, Cheng Qing, an outer sect disciple imprisoned in the dungeon, looked up at the moonlight shining in through the window, a strange smile appearing on his face as he muttered something sinister in his eyes.

From the moment Wang Zhan injured his younger brother, he and Wang Zhan had become sworn enemies. Although Cheng Qing's cultivation talent was inferior to Wang Zhan's, Wang Zhan at that time was merely a menial laborer, or rather, the number one good-for-nothing of the Lingyun Sect. And him?

She was one of the top outer disciples of the Lingyun Sect, a beauty that captivated the hearts of many male disciples, both outer and inner. A single glance, a smile, could make those men fall head over heels for her. Her beauty garnered the favor of inner disciples, and even the elders deliberately lenient with her. A little coquetry or charm could earn her resources that ordinary female disciples couldn't acquire in months. She could have soared high within the Lingyun Sect. But because of Wang Zhan, this incapable good-for-nothing, she had fallen to this state. Cheng Qing was filled with hatred, a hatred that ran deep in her heart. Especially when the news of Wang Zhan's victory over Fang Que arrived, Cheng Qing was utterly astonished and filled with disbelief.

That good-for-nothing, that good-for-nothing cast into the abyss of eternal damnation, had actually risen to prominence!

What had happened to Heaven? Why had it opened its eyes to that good-for-nothing? Cheng Qing couldn't understand it. He had given so much, endured so much, yet Wang Zhan was making a name for himself in the Lingyun Sect, becoming a legend in the eyes of many.

How could a sixth-level cultivator defeat a ninth-level cultivator? And how could Wang Zhan's most bizarre green spiritual energy heal his wounds?

To this day, the image of Wang Zhan escaping the encirclement of inner disciples, including Liu Mo, haunted Cheng Qing's mind. His fearless charge was a nightmare that terrified Cheng Qing, but the more afraid he was, the more he wanted to destroy him.

This was evident in Wang Zhan's scheme to have Liu Mo injure the Danfeng disciples, and it was precisely this incident that drove Cheng Qing to his death. This death was born of both fear and resentment towards Wang Zhan.

Even now, Cheng Qing didn't regret the decision he made that day.

I still vividly remember that day, after Wang Zhan tricked and injured the Danfeng disciples to escape, only Cheng Qing and the others remained, stunned, on the vast battlefield.

"Junior Brother Xuanfeng, hold on!"

Liu Mo, the one with the highest cultivation, was the first to react. Instead of pursuing the fleeing Wang Zhan, he went to the Danfeng disciple whose chest had been pierced, feeding him pills and recklessly channeling spiritual energy into his body.

The status of a Danfeng disciple was extraordinary; death would be a devastating blow to Liu Mo and the others, especially upon returning to the Lingyun Sect, where they would likely face severe punishment.

Thinking of this, the other two inner disciples were also filled with lingering fear. The Danfeng disciple named Xuanfeng, however, was deathly pale, coughing up blood incessantly, his eyes gradually dimming. Even with Liu Mo's desperate efforts to feed him pills, he couldn't stop the Danfeng disciple's increasingly fragile life. Finally, as time passed, this noble Danfeng disciple sadly passed away in Liu Mo's arms.

"Senior...Senior Brother! The...Dan Peak disciple is dead!"

A nearby inner disciple, his face filled with fear, stammered as he looked at the Dan Peak disciple in Liu Mo's arms.

Although both outer and inner disciples of the Lingyun Sect had missions to train in the Xuan Beast Mountain Range, they usually didn't take Dan Peak disciples with them. Even if they did, they absolutely wouldn't allow any Dan Peak disciple to suffer any harm. This was

because Dan Peak disciples were incredibly precious, so precious that the Lingyun Sect would feel a pang of pain if even one died. Moreover, the number of Dan Peak disciples in the Lingyun Sect was small; each one was a treasure. For one to die under the protection of inner disciples, and at their hands no less, meant that even if Wang Zhan were implicated, Liu Mo and his inner disciples would still be punished upon returning to the Lingyun Sect.

And according to past practice, even if Wang Zhan were implicated, it would likely be futile; on the contrary, the inner disciples would likely face even harsher punishments. A Dan Peak disciple protected by four inner disciples was killed by a mere servant? And this servant was a notorious good-for-nothing in the Lingyun Sect? This is no joke! Even if it were said, few would believe it. And even if it's related to Wang Zhan, four inner disciples couldn't even catch the murderer. Aren't they ashamed to say such a thing?

Anyone who says it will surely be met with merciless and fierce wrath.

Thinking of this, the other two inner disciples were filled with lingering fear. As for Cheng Qing beside him, his eyes changed several times in a short time before he approached one of the inner disciples.

"Senior brother, I think... how about this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Qing suddenly made a sharp move, and a throwing knife appeared in his hand without any warning, slicing towards the inner disciple's neck. Because of the close distance and the inner disciple's lack of defense, the inner disciple couldn't dodge the moment Cheng Qing, whose cultivation was lower, made his move. The sharp throwing knife severed his carotid artery, and hot blood gushed out like a fountain, accompanied by the inner disciple's incredulous eyes and the gradual disappearance of his spirit.

"You..."

Another inner disciple beside him was shocked, staring at Cheng Qing in horror.

Clearly, this sudden turn of events was beyond his expectations. Who could have known that his comrade, who had just fought alongside him, would turn on him the next second?

However, Cheng Qing didn't give him much time to think, shouting at the still-stunned Liu Mo, "Senior Brother Liu Mo, act quickly! You don't want word to get out that you accidentally killed a Dan Peak disciple, do you?" If Liu Mo had injured the Dan Peak disciple before because of Wang Zhan, now that the disciple was dead, accidentally killing him was a foregone conclusion. Killing and injuring were two different things; if word got out, his future might be ruined!

Cheng Qing, being observant, immediately thought of this and also alerted Liu Mo.

Liu Mo suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on the remaining inner disciple beside him with the predatory gaze of a predator.

The latter reacted quickly, turning to flee without thinking, but in that instant, Liu Mo also moved!

With swift, tiger-like movements, he quickly appeared behind the inner disciple, pressing a powerful palm strike, imbued with spiritual energy, down into the disciple's open back. A muffled thud followed, and the inner disciple plummeted through the air, sliding several meters before

coming to a stop. He struggled to his feet, his hands gripping the ground. But at the same moment, three throwing knives flew from the side, all striking the inner disciple's back with pinpoint accuracy.

"Pfft!"

Blood spurted out, mixed with fragments of internal organs; the disciple was beyond dead.

Cheng Qing, however, showed no pity or remorse. Instead, he produced several more throwing knives and slit the necks of the three corpses on the ground, ensuring no one was killed.

Thus, of the inner disciples who had ambushed Wang Zhan, only Cheng Qing and Liu Mo survived!

"Senior Brother Liu Mo..."

Cheng Qing approached Liu Mo and said, "No one knows you accidentally killed the Danfeng disciple now. We just need to delay for a few days, choose a suitable time to return to the sect, and then say that Wang Zhan did it, framing him! With Senior Brother Liu Mo's status as a guarantee, I believe the elders of Lingyun Sect will believe you, not that scoundrel Wang Zhan!" As Cheng Qing spoke, she wrapped her arms around Liu Mo's waist, her full, firm breasts pressing tightly against his chest.

"Senior Brother Liu Mo, you are a high-ranking inner disciple, and one of the top five prodigies of our Lingyun Sect. Wang Zhan is just a scoundrel, an ant-like figure, yet he plotted to frame you. Don't you hate him?"

Her flirtatious and alluring words, though devoid of any spiritual power, were far more potent than a thousand troops. Liu Mo's slightly dazed expression suddenly changed, and the pent-up anger within him flared up, his eyes turning bloodshot and radiating murderous intent.

Yes! He was the pride of the Lingyun Sect! In terms of cultivation and status, he far surpassed Wang Zhan by a thousandfold. This ant-like scum had actually plotted against him! Such trash deserved to die!

Sensing the intense murderous aura emanating from Liu Mo, Cheng Qing gave a meaningful smile, then cupped Liu Mo's cheeks with both hands.

"Senior brother, kiss me!"

Her delicate neck, luscious red lips, and the bloodstains on half her body created an alluring, seductive charm.

Gazing at those jade-like lips so close, inhaling the pungent smell of blood, Liu Mo felt an inexplicable surge of lust rise from the soles of his feet. Without a word, he passionately kissed Cheng Qing, who was so close to him.

The instant their soft lips touched, with a tearing sound, most of Cheng Qing's clothes were violently ripped off by Liu Mo. Her slightly perky, delicate breasts were exposed to the air without any cover. As Cheng Qing kissed him, she reached down to Liu Mo's back, and with another tearing sound, half of Liu Mo's back was exposed to the air.

On this battlefield that had just ended, in this carnage littered with corpses, in this slaughterhouse where the blood had not yet cooled, Liu Mo and Cheng Qing were like demons indulging in desire, frantically pressing against each other, trying to merge the other into their flesh and soul.

After a passionate, wet kiss, Cheng Qing's clothes were torn to shreds, her smooth, white flesh exposed in the forest. Liu Mo showed no mercy, shoving Cheng Qing heavily to the ground.

Beside them, the inner disciple who had just died stared at them with wide eyes and a face full of resentment, his bright red, hot blood still flowing, pooling on the grass. Cheng Qing's heavy fall landed precisely in this pool of blood, neither too cold nor too hot, the temperature just right.

Neither Cheng Qing nor Liu Mo stopped there; in fact, under the disciple's "gaze," they felt even more aroused and their desires intensified.

With her body completely exposed, Liu Mo didn't hesitate, thrusting deeply into Cheng Qing's overflowing vulva.

"Ugh..."

With a soft moan, Cheng Qing arched her body, her hands gripping Liu Mo's arms, drawing bloody marks.

The moment he entered, the warm embrace of her flesh made Liu Mo groan with pleasure. His red lips fell to the side, licking Cheng Qing's earlobe.

He licked not only Cheng Qing's body fragrance, but also the blood mingling with the blood on her earlobe—Liu Mo's junior brother's blood.

In that instant, Liu Mo seemed to transform into a wild beast, a beast that only knew how to charge wildly. His thick, long penis entered and withdrew completely, the base of his penis colliding violently with Cheng Qing's labia, producing a series of loud, slapping sounds that echoed through the mountains.

The two white, fleshy bodies were like two fleshy worms, intertwined and entwined with each other.

In this scene, both Cheng Qing and Liu Mo experienced an almost perverse pleasure. They unleashed their deepest desires without restraint, changing positions and indulging in carnal pleasure amidst the sea of blood and the mountain of corpses. They rolled around in each other's arms, and in just a few moments, they were covered in blood, or rather, indistinguishable from the mythical beasts of the Xuan Beast Mountain Range… For several days, Liu Mo and Cheng Qing hid in the inner perimeter of the Xuan Beast Mountain Range, enjoying their primal, wildest carnal desires without being discovered.

Now the time was ripe. If they could defeat Wang Zhan and make this irreconcilable enemy disappear from their sight, then with Liu Mo as their protector, they would have everything they wanted in the Lingyun Sect!

Thinking this, Cheng Qing also withdrew his past memories, his gaze following the dungeon window to the dazzling starry sky.

I've been in the Lingyun Sect for almost six years, and in all that time, it seems only this time of year has the starry sky been exceptionally beautiful and vibrant.

Wang Zhan…you…are dead!

[The End]

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