True Being Yubing was also still alive.
She had merely been blasted by Gu Qingfeng's terrifying lightning until her skin was torn and her flesh rent, leaving her barely recognizable as human.
Almost everyone who had heard the name True Being Yubing knew she was a vicious old crone, a cruel old crone, and, at the same time, an old crone with a temper as fierce as raging fire. This was indeed the truth. Even now, wracked with pain all over her body, facing Gu Qingfeng in this place, her face was twisted with savagery, and her eyes held nothing but ruthless malice.
"You insolent brat, don't you dare gloat!"
"!!"
"Just wait until our Bingxuan Sect's Sect Head emerges from seclusion!"
"You will surely regret this!"
True Being Yubing ground her teeth, glaring death at Gu Qingfeng as she roared, "This old woman swears, our Sect Head will tear you to pieces!"
"! You little beast!"
"Just you wait! Just you wait!"
*Slap!*
Gu Qingfeng backhanded True Being Yubing across the face, shouting, "At your age, and you still don't know how to speak properly!"
This slap sent True Being Yubing into a shrill scream: "Ah!"
"! You little beast!"
*Slap!*
Another slap!
"Ah—you little beas—" *Slap!*
Yet another slap!
For every word True Being Yubing tried to utter, Gu Qingfeng slapped her once. He slapped her until her face was a bloody, mangled mess. After a dozen slaps, True Being Yubing didn't dare utter another word, kneeling on the ground.
Gu Qingfeng looked down at her and said indifferently, "Keep cursing."
She didn't dare.
True Being Yubing didn't dare open her mouth again.
She could only breathe heavily.
"You wait, just wait..." Gu Qingfeng raised a foot and kicked her away, shouting, "Go!"
"Go now and summon your Bingxuan Sect's Sect Head for me!"
True Being Yubing didn't dare go.
Nor could she move.
Even if she could move and had the courage, she couldn't summon him, because, just as she had said, the Bingxuan Sect's Sect Head was in seclusion and simply could not emerge. She endured. As long as she endured until a few days later, the moment the Sect Head emerged from seclusion would be this person's death day. She didn't care who this person was, nor did she give it any thought, because in her eyes, no matter who this person was, he absolutely could not be a match for the Sect Head.
At that moment, a group of seven or eight people arrived on flying swords, appearing on the scene.
At their head was an old man with hair and beard as white as snow.
The old man wore a cyan robe, his face filled with shock and horror. When they saw this old man, the previously quiet scene immediately erupted into commotion, for they all recognized him. He was the true and rightful master of Crimson-Letter Manor, Old Sen, known to all as True Being Sen.
Almost all the older generation in the surrounding region knew that Old Sen had once been a member of the Chixiao Sect, having followed Monarch Chixiao in his campaigns across the world. He was a genuine Crimson-Letter Sect member.
Old Sen's reputation was immense. No one in the surrounding region would dare not give him face. Since he had been a member of the Chixiao Sect back then, his cultivation was naturally formidable.
But that wasn't important.
What was important was that everyone knew he possessed a Chixiao Token.
As long as Old Sen invoked this token, a crimson light would immediately shoot into the heavens, blooming amidst the clouds. At that moment, every Crimson-Letter Sect member in the entire Great Northwest would rush here at the first possible moment. If they couldn't resolve it, Crimson-Letter Sect members from across the entire world would come in a mighty tide.
In the ancient era, before the Great Calamity, the first time the Chixiao Token bloomed in the clouds was after Monarch Chixiao was judged by the Heavenly Dao.
The Immortal Dynasty that had been annihilated by Monarch Chixiao sought to re-establish itself.
The Chixiao Sect's famed One Person, Two Elders, Three Sects, Six Paths, and Nine Mighty Lords immediately stormed into the Immortal Realm.
The Eighteen Furious Generals who shook the four borders, the Thirty-Six Heavenly Stars who swept across the eight directions, and the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends who guarded the frontiers led their armies in a mighty tide into the Immortal Realm, slaughtering the remnants of the Immortal Dynasty until not a scrap remained.
Before the Great Calamity, every time the Chixiao Token bloomed in the clouds, it heralded a grand-scale, bloody battle.
Once, a great sect with a ten-thousand-year heritage publicly declared Monarch Chixiao a sinner against the Heavenly Dao. As a result, one of the Nine Mighty Lords, now the founding emperor known as the Lord of Tiger's Might, led his army and utterly crushed that ten-thousand-year-old great sect within a mere three days.
Such was the case before the Great Calamity. After the Great Calamity, the Crimson-Letter Sect held the underground order of this world.
After the Great Calamity, some Color-Spirit geniuses paid no heed to the Crimson-Letter Sect's rules, causing trouble at Crimson-Letter Sect manors. Without exception, they were all soundly thrashed. No matter how powerful their background, how illustrious their family, how high their talent—even if they were reincarnated great powers—it was useless. Decades ago, several reincarnated great powers caused trouble at a manor. As a result, they provoked one of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends, the Lord of the Great Northwest known as Lord Blackwater, to personally take action and obliterate them on the spot. Their families and sects didn't even dare utter a single word of protest.
Others revered the Crimson-Letter Sect for this very reason. Who would dare defy them? A single Chixiao Token would scare you to death.
For decades, no one had dared cause trouble at a Crimson-Letter Sect location within the Great Northwest territory.
Even members of the Nine-Hua Alliance had to follow the Crimson-Letter Sect's rules when entering a manor.
But now, there was someone with no sense who had caused trouble at the manor.
Not only had he destroyed the manor, but he had also killed Old Sen's eldest disciple. Many of the manor's people had died, and the Dazang Dragon-Elephant Formation was destroyed.
This was no longer mere trouble-making.
The Dazang Dragon-Elephant Formation had been created by Monarch Chixiao himself back in the day. In a sense, it represented Monarch Chixiao.
To dare destroy the Dazang Dragon-Elephant Formation was to show disrespect to the Monarch.
Therefore, the moment Old Sen appeared, many guessed that Gu Qingfeng probably wouldn't live much longer. "Grandmaster!"
"Grandmaster..." Wu Han used the last of his strength to cry out.
Old Sen strode forward, his face ashen, his brow furrowed as he looked at Wu Han, who was now half-dead.
Beside them, True Being Yubing ignored the pain wracking her entire body, forcing herself to stand as she shrieked, "Senior Old Sen! This person has not only openly scorned the Crimson-Letter Sect's rules and killed people at the manor—the Spirit-Capital Sect, our Bingxuan Sect—he even..."
"He even killed your esteemed eldest disciple!"
"We beg..."
"We beg you, Senior, to uphold justice for us!"
"!!"
"Quick!"
"Quick!"
"Invoke the Chixiao Token, kill this ignorant, reckless little beast!"
"Kill him!"
True Being Yubing trembled as she stood, her voice savage and vicious as she roared, "You little beast, your death has come!"
"!! This old woman will watch you die with her own eyes today!"
"I'll eat your bones and drink your blood!"
"!!"
Old Sen gazed upon a scene of sandy ruins and rubble, countless bloody limbs and remains, hundreds of corpses, hundreds of people kneeling, and hundreds more with torn skin and rent flesh lying in pools of blood, unsure if they were alive or dead. Even though he had seen great scenes and experienced countless life-and-death situations, he couldn't help but suck in a cold breath at this moment, his eyes wide as he stared at the white-robed man opposite him.
Behind him followed seven or eight others. One of them was Second Master Hai. He immediately went to check on Wu Xingyao, then walked over and reported, "Master, Senior Brother is not dead, but he is crippled!"
Old Sen did not speak, nor did he respond. He merely stared at the white-robed man opposite him.
He had once been a member of the Chixiao Sect, having followed Monarch Chixiao on campaigns for many years. He had seen far too many scenes, both great and small. Whether in terms of mental fortitude or life experience, he was far beyond ordinary people. He had judged countless individuals, and with a single glance, he could tell the man opposite him was no ordinary person.
He did indeed possess a Chixiao Token. If he invoked it, every Crimson-Letter Sect member in the entire Great Northwest territory would rush over.
But the Chixiao Token was, after all, the Chixiao Token. How could he use it casually before investigating the matter clearly?
And this person before him...
Just as Old Sen was pondering in shock and doubt, the white-robed man standing opposite him suddenly asked a question: "I heard you were once a member of the Chixiao Sect?"