"Sigh... It's one thing for the people of Hunyuan Gate and the Immortal Dynasty to show disrespect to the Monarch, but even someone from the Crimson-Letter Sect would act this way...
It's truly chilling!"
"Who says it isn't? Back then, if it weren't for the Monarch, there would be no Chixiao Sect. Without the Chixiao Sect, where would the Crimson-Letter Sect be?"
"Forget about the Crimson-Letter Sect not existing. If the Monarch hadn't overthrown the Immortal Dynasty back then, the world's resources would probably still be monopolized by them...
We'd likely still be struggling to survive like ants."
"This Chiyu, as one of the Nine Dragons of the Changhong Branch Hall and the grandson of an old Chixiao Person, actually has the audacity to claim that the Crimson-Letter Sect's prestige was earned by their own efforts. How laughable. If the Crimson-Letter Sect weren't sheltered under the Monarch's mighty name, they would have been wiped out by the Immortal Dynasty long ago..." Faced with Chiyu's arrogant remarks, many in the venue were extremely displeased. However, due to his formidable strength and the backing of the Crimson-Letter Sect, even if others were seething with anger, they dared not speak up openly, only grumbling indignantly under their breaths.
"The youngsters these days are becoming more and more ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. They think that with a bit of talent and fortune, they can look down on everyone. Truly laughable, pitiable, and lamentable!"
Even the honest and upright Liu Laotou'er seemed unable to bear it any longer, shaking his head and sighing. "Back then, the Monarch, with mere mortal aptitude, fought his way bare-handed from the Great Northwest all the way to the Divine Land, shaking the Nine Heavens with his wrath, enduring countless brushes with death, ascending to the unparalleled throne of Immortal and Demon, and ultimately overthrowing the Immortal Dynasty. How could these youngsters today even compare..."
"That's right. If the Monarch truly reincarnated, hearing these words would probably make him die of anger..." The existence of the Chixiao Monarch was an idol worshipped by many with ordinary talents, and Li Pangzi was no exception. He had always regarded the Chixiao Monarch as his goal in life and his personal idol. Hearing Chiyu's disrespect towards the Monarch now, Li Pangzi's face flushed red with indignation. "This Chiyu is infuriating! A traitor who forgets his ancestors and abandons his sect! If my cultivation weren't so weak and I couldn't beat him, I'd really go over and slap him across the face!"
On the high platform, the disciples of Wuse Mountain stopped their busywork upon hearing Chiyu's rebellious words, glaring at him with anger. Even the usually gentle and lovely Qing Xi found it unbearable, casting a cold gaze his way. Just as she was about to speak, Liu Qingyan, who was sitting beside her on a chair, tuning her guqin while sipping wine, let out a light, icy laugh. "Truly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!"
"Oh?" Chiyu remained unperturbed, still wearing a smile. "Daoist Qingyan, today I'd like to ask for your guidance. Just how high is the sky, and how thick is the earth?"
As his words fell, a thunderous roar of fury exploded in the air above!
"You bastard!
I'll tell you how high the sky is and how thick the earth is!"
The voice was like thunder, mixed with a rage akin to dragons and elephants.
Whoosh! A figure flashed in instantly. Before anyone could clearly see who it was, that person delivered a fierce slap across Chiyu's face.
The speed was too fast.
So fast that even Chiyu couldn't react in time. He was sent flying sideways on the spot, blood spraying from his mouth and nose as he crashed to the ground. He scrambled to his feet immediately, radiant light shimmering around him as the power of his eighty-one manifestations of Nascent Soul erupted violently. Glaring with furious eyes, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, ready to seek revenge. But when he saw clearly who had arrived, he was so frightened he froze in place.
The scene had unfolded too abruptly. The crowd had no idea what was happening. Only when they focused their gazes did they discover a man had appeared on the high platform at some point. He was a middle-aged man with a broad, powerful build and a face full of rage. Dressed in gray robes, his murderous countenance bore a long, narrow scar on his right cheek. Seeing this man and this scar, many in the venue immediately understood why Chiyu dared not fight back.
Because the newcomer was none other than the old Chixiao Person stationed at the Changhong Branch Hall, Daozun Heikui, known as Scarface Kui or Lord Kui. Back in the days of the Chixiao Sect's Black Nether Banner, he was a notorious madman known to all for fighting without regard for his life. He was also one of the Eight Mad Ghosts under the command of Lord Blackwater back then. Although merely a Chixiao Person, his status within the Black Nether Banner of the Chixiao Sect was extremely high. Even Chiyu's grandfather would have to address him as 'Lord Kui'.
No one had expected the famous Lord Kui to suddenly appear at the Wuse Flower Festival. Clearly, Chiyu and the other disciples of the Changhong Branch Hall were even more surprised. When they saw Heikui, their faces turned ashen and livid with fear, as if they were extremely wary of him. No!
It was a kind of terror, a feeling of dread from the depths of their hearts.
Yes.
Dread.
They all knew what kind of temper Heikui had, and they knew exactly how cruel and violent he was. They had grown up with a shadow of fear towards Heikui. This was true for both Feiying, one of the Eighteen Elephants, and Chiyu, one of the Nine Dragons. It was no exaggeration to say that within the Changhong Branch Hall, they weren't afraid of the three old incense masters, or even the old banner master. But Heikui alone was someone they dared not *not* fear.
"You little bastard!
How dare you rebel!
You even dare to disrespect the Monarch?"
As he spoke, Heikui strode over and delivered another fierce slap across Chiyu's face.
"Saying the Chixiao Sect is the Chixiao Sect, and the Crimson-Letter Sect is the Crimson-Letter Sect?"
*Slap!*
Another slap!
"The Chixiao Sect was founded by the Monarch, but the Crimson-Letter Sect wasn't?"
*Slap!*
Yet another slap!
"The prestige of the Crimson-Letter Sect in this present era wasn't forged by the Monarch, but earned by you all yourselves?"
*Slap! Slap! Slap!*
After three consecutive slaps, Heikui raised his large hand again, cursing angrily, "Damn your ancestors! How could you, a little bastard, utter such traitorous words that abandon your sect and forget your ancestors?"
With this slap, he sent Chiyu sprawling to the ground once more.
"If it weren't for the Monarch, forget about you, little bastard, even your own father and grandfather would still be huddled in some godforsaken corner digging for spirit stones!"
Seeing Chiyu stand up again, Heikui delivered another slap. "Damn your ancestors! You think you're something special just because you've manifested your Nascent Soul? You think having a high-grade nature spirit makes you comparable to the Monarch? You even dare to dream of being mentioned in the same breath as the Monarch? When the Monarch was your age, he'd already slaughtered a whole group of Immortals! What the hell do you have to compare with the Monarch? Are you even worthy of that? Do you have the capability?"
Heikui sent Chiyu tumbling to the ground again with another slap, roaring, "If it weren't for the fact that you, little bastard, have the Crimson-Letter Sect backing you, with your lousy character, you'd have been slaughtered long ago!"
Heikui continued slapping Chiyu fiercely, one blow after another. Chiyu gritted his teeth, staring at him with deadly intensity, fists clenched tight, yet he absolutely dared not fight back.
"What?
You're not convinced?"
Chiyu was indeed not convinced.
But he only dared to be unconvinced in his heart.
He didn't dare voice it.
Accompanying Heikui were quite a few others from the Changhong Branch Hall, all elders. Seeing this scene, they hurried forward to try and mediate.
"You little bastard, today I'll spare you for your grandfather's sake. But if I ever hear you disrespect the Monarch again, I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs right in front of your father, your grandfather, and your whole damn family!"