15: Chapter 15 A gentleman's revenge, from morning to night

The Burning Heaven Palace Disciples lay on the ground, groaning, their faces bruised and swollen.

Lie Tianxiong struggled to get up, looking at the miserable state of his Disciples, grinding his teeth in hatred.

"Who was it? If I don't avenge this, I, Lie Tianxiong, will no longer be called Lie!"

An Elder timidly said, "Could it be the Azure Profound Sect?"

Lie Tianxiong spat on the ground, "Impossible! With the Azure Profound Sect's cowardly nature, how could they have such a master? Unless those old monsters in their Forbidden Ground, who are practically on their deathbeds, came out of seclusion... But that person's Qi and blood were as vigorous as an ox's just now, not like someone about to kick the bucket! It must be an enemy we offended in the past!"

The group looked at each other, no one could recall when they had provoked such a ruthless person.

With great difficulty, they helped each other up, tidied their tattered clothes, and continued on their way.

An hour later, the Burning Heaven Palace Disciples hadn't gone far.

Suddenly, a burly man in a black robe emerged from the forest ahead, carrying a wooden club thicker than his thigh—it was Shi Wanshan, the Peak Master of Qingyue Peak.

Shi Wanshan looked at the group of bruised and swollen figures on the ground, first stunned, then covered his mouth, almost bursting into laughter.

"Good heavens! Who did this? They hit harder than I do, truly satisfying!"

Seeing another person arrive, Lie Tianxiong thought it was the gray shadow from before returning, and immediately bristled, "It's you again! You dare to come back? You're courting death!"

Shi Wanshan was startled by his roar, then he too became angry.

"Why are you yelling? I was just passing by, alright?"

He was still debating whether to make a move, but provoked like this, he swung his wooden club and charged forward.

"Let Grandpa's big stick give you a taste!"

The Burning Heaven Palace Disciples were already injured; how could they withstand the incredibly strong Shi Wanshan?

That fellow swung his wooden club, sweeping and smashing, specifically targeting bone joints.

Before long, screams rose and fell in the canyon, and several people were beaten so badly that their arms and legs were at strange angles, even more miserable than after Xuan Yangzi had beaten them earlier.

Shi Wanshan clapped his hands, looking at the pile of people on the ground, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, that's much more pleasing to the eye. You dared to yell at me, now you know who has the louder voice, don't you?"

With that, he shouldered his wooden club and walked away humming a tune.

At this moment, Shi Wanshan, on his way back, suddenly bumped into a thin man in black. Both were heavily cloaked, with only their eyes visible.

As they passed each other, Shi Wanshan muttered to himself, "Why does this guy's aura feel a bit familiar?"

The man in black also secretly wondered.

"This burly man looks like a brute from one of the peaks..."

Both men tacitly quickened their pace, neither daring to greet the other—after all, they had just finished fighting, and their faces still carried a trace of Killing Intent.

This man in black was none other than Ye Guying, the Peak Master of Jianxiao Peak.

He had been seething with anger, intending to secretly teach the Burning Heaven Palace Disciples a lesson, but when he arrived at the canyon, he was dumbfounded.

"Ho! Who was even more eager than me? What a ruthless hand!"

Looking at the groaning Burning Heaven Palace Disciples on the ground, Ye Guying felt incredibly satisfied.

He stroked his chin: "Never mind, beating them now seems a bit dishonorable.

I'll give them some time to recover, let them regain their spirits, then I'll give them a 'surprise double-strike.'"

An hour later, the Burning Heaven Palace Disciples had just finished bandaging their wounds and were limping, trying to continue their journey, when Ye Guying suddenly darted out from behind a tree.

Before long, strange noises echoed in the canyon—some people were rolling on the ground in pain, others were crying out for their parents.

Ye Guying clapped his hands, looked at the twitching crowd on the ground, then turned and disappeared into the night, leaving no footprints behind.

The Burning Heaven Palace Disciples were completely incapacitated. Lie Tianxiong looked up at the canyon rim, letting out a desperate roar.

"Which accursed son of a bitch was it—!"

The echo reverberated through the valley, startling a flock of crows.

At this moment, on Zizhu Peak, Gu Changge was "live-streaming" the fun with his Divine Sense, laughing so hard he was bent over.

The Little Black Bird on his shoulder also chirped, as if clapping its wings.

"They say a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years. But the Azure Profound Sect, well, their revenge lasts from morning till night."

Gu Changge said, looking down and smiling.

Actually, he had originally wanted to personally intervene, but now it seemed the Sect Master and Peak Masters had beaten him to it.

Seeing them so miserable, I won't make a move today.

Let them rest today, and I'll give them another blow tomorrow.

"Alas, I am still too kind-hearted; I cannot bear to see the suffering of the world."

Gu Changge sighed softly.

This sigh carried a hint of profound compassion.

It startled the Little Black Bird, which stopped chirping and tilted its head, as if saying, "You're faking it, keep faking it."

Gu Changge's fingertips toyed with a falling bamboo leaf.

"Look at them, first they were beaten by the Sect Master like stray dogs, then pummeled by Senior Brother Shi like rolling gourds, and now even Senior Brother Ye couldn't resist kicking them a couple of times—tsk tsk, too miserable, truly too miserable."

He tossed the bamboo leaf into the air, his tone suddenly heavy with sorrow: "If I were to add another blow, wouldn't that be taking advantage of their misfortune? If word got out, people would say I, Gu Changge, bully the weak with my strength. No, I'm not yet twenty, so it should be bullying the strong with my weakness..."

The Little Black Bird flapped its wings and flew up, circling twice above his head, as if mocking his "kindness."

Gu Changge looked up at it, feigning profundity with a sigh: "You don't understand, this is called a gentleman's revenge, it's about a slow and steady approach."

In the distance, Xiao Ruobai was still diligently Cultivating, completely unaware that several great figures of the Sect had already taught the Burning Heaven Palace a lesson in "how to be low-key" in the most straightforward way.

In this vast region, there are Seven Great Sects, balancing each other and maintaining the order of the Cultivation world.

The Azure Profound Sect is located in the heart of Xuan Province, centered around the Qingyun Mountain Range, with its sphere of influence radiating tens of thousands of miles.

Besides the Azure Profound Sect, the other six Great Sects each have their unique strengths.

They are the Myriad Law Pavilion, Burning Heaven Palace, Cold Moon Valley, Tianyan Sect, Jade Clarity Sect, and Formation Breaking Sect.

The Burning Heaven Palace is located in the extreme southern volcanic region, primarily Cultivating fire-element Cultivation Techniques. Its Disciples are known for their violent temperaments and fierce combat power, and they have always been at odds with the Azure Profound Sect; the struggle over Black Wind Ridge is a microcosm of their accumulated grievances.

Their high-profile hosting of the Seven Great Sects competition this time was intended to establish their position as the number one Sect in Xuan Province.

The Myriad Law Pavilion is recognized as the number one Sect among the Seven. Located in the Wenqu Mountain Range, its pavilion houses billions of books, covering not only auxiliary methods like alchemy, talismans, formations, and artifacts, but also a comprehensive and inclusive martial Dao Legacy.

Its successive Pavilion Masters have mostly been wise men well-versed in various fields. Although they do not actively expand, no one dares to underestimate their profound heritage.

In the Seven Great Sects competition over the past century, the Myriad Law Pavilion has won thirty titles with absolute superiority, leaving the other Sects to contend for second place.

The Cold Moon Valley has always remained neutral, yet no one dares to provoke it easily.

These Seven Great Sects hold a Sect competition every three years, hosted by the winning Sect of the previous session. The purpose is to exchange skills and divide resource Spiritual Veins.

The competition not only concerns the Sect's ranking but also involves the allocation of Spiritual Veins across Xuan Province—the higher the ranking, the richer the Cultivation resources that can be occupied.

It is for this reason that the Burning Heaven Palace was so eager to claim first place in this competition.

This time, they exchanged treasures from the Myriad Law Pavilion to host the Sect competition.

In recent years, they have recruited many Heaven-Grade Aptitude Disciples, and with Lie Tianxiong, a Heavenly Human Realm Palace Master, at the helm, their ambition has long been evident.