407: I remember

"Return to the Secret Realm first and settle that thing."

The Second Ancestor sent a transmission, but before he could finish...

"Hmm?"

The Fourth Ancestor had habitually released his Divine Sense to sweep over the Sect. His cold brows suddenly furrowed, and he abruptly raised a hand to stop them, his gaze shooting toward the back mountain like lightning.

Almost simultaneously, the Second and Third Old Ancestors sensed it as well.

A dull aftershock, deliberately blocked and weakened by a powerful force, leaked out. It was mixed with extremely faint yet noisy cheers and shouts, coming intermittently from a certain space in the back mountain!

"What's going on in the back mountain?"

The Third Old Ancestor's leopard-like eyes widened, and his muscles instinctively tensed. He almost thought the matter of the Emperor Weapon had leaked, causing some incident.

"Energy collisions, and many people shouting!"

He listened carefully, the astonishment on his face deepening.

"What on earth are those kids up to??"

"Let's go take a look!" the Second Ancestor decided firmly, his voice cold.

"Proceed with caution. If something is wrong, retreat immediately!"

"Right!" The Third and Fourth Ancestors nodded at the same time.

Without another word, the three of them flickered and quietly moved toward the direction of the abnormal fluctuations in the back mountain.

Soon, their figures merged into the light curtain of the Restriction like ripples in water.

However, as soon as the three Old Ancestors entered, they saw this bizarre and lively scene.

Within the vast space, energy was violent and astral winds howled!

Dozens of Azure Profound Sect Peak Masters and Elders were gathered in two distinct circles.

Each of them had flushed faces and excited eyes, as if watching the most thrilling gladiatorial match, letting out bursts of deafening cheers and encouragement!

"Hit his lower body! Yes! Just like that!"

"Beautiful! Senior Sister Li's 'Silk Entwining Hand' is brilliant!"

"It's our turn! Third group, get ready!"

At the center of this fanatical atmosphere, two sparring matches with vastly different styles—yet equally jaw-dropping—were taking place!

In the battle circle on the left, ten Sect Elders were besieging one person!

The person being besieged had tattered grey robes and disheveled hair. Saint King Laws surged violently around him; he was actually a powerhouse at the Middle Stage of the Saint King Realm!

This Saint King expert roared repeatedly as Death Qi billowed. His palm strikes were incomparably sharp, causing the space to vibrate with every Move.

However, the ten Sect Elders besieging him, whose highest cultivation was only at the Late Stage of the Saint Realm, coordinated flawlessly. They advanced and retreated with precision, actually managing to entangle him in a fierce, inseparable struggle!

Though this man was brave, he was struggling to cope and looked miserable, even faintly falling into a disadvantage!

Meanwhile, the scene in the battle circle on the right was even more "tragic."

Several Elders were surrounding another person, punching and kicking. Their Moves had no flair but were ruthless and direct, specifically targeting vital points.

The man being beaten had his purple robes shredded and his face bruised and swollen. He could only curl up and hold his head, letting out muffled groans of pain.

Just as the three Old Ancestors' minds were reeling from the shock of this inconceivable sight, another change occurred in the field.

"Time's up! Second group, withdraw! Third group, step up!" A clear voice rang out; it was Ji Yanqiu, the Peak Master of Flying Cloud Peak.

The ten people besieging Mu Sen heard the command and, though they hadn't had their fill, immediately retreated in an orderly fashion.

Almost at the same time, Li Muran's gentle voice drifted over: "Fellow Daoist Mu, you've worked hard. Quickly take a Medicinal Pill to recover."

An emerald-green Medicinal Pill was once again shot into Mu Sen's mouth, and his consumed Saint Power began to recover rapidly.

But as Mu Sen felt his strength returning, there was no joy on his face; instead, he showed an even deeper sense of despair and humiliation!

In the next moment, the other ten people who had been waiting on the side, rubbing their palms together, immediately howled and pounced on Mu Sen, who had just recovered slightly!

A new round of sparring began once more!

What was the situation here?

"They even feed him medicine to recover?! A tag-team battle?!" The Third Old Ancestor's eyes twitched uncontrollably.

The Second and Fourth Ancestors were also completely bewildered. This bizarre, cruel, yet strangely orderly scene was entirely beyond their understanding.

A Peak Master who was about to enter the fray accidentally caught sight of the three stiff figures at the entrance. He froze for a moment before crying out in surprise:

"Old Ancestors, why are you here?!"

All eyes shifted from the sparring in the field to the three travel-worn Old Ancestors at the entrance, who wore blank expressions.

The Second Ancestor felt everyone's gaze and finally reacted, smiling. "Oh, so lively? Do we have guests visiting?"

His eyes swept across the field, first landing on Mu Sen, then moving to Li Mo, who was nearby with a face like ash and covered in bruises.

Upon looking, a hint of doubt flashed in the Second Ancestor's eyes. He felt this person's aura was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't recall it for the moment.

Beside him, the Third Old Ancestor followed the Second Ancestor's gaze and looked over as well.

"What a pig's head! The way you guys hit him has the style I had back in the day!"

The Third Old Ancestor took one look and was delighted, grinning as he commented.

But then, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he sensed something.

"Wait, this aura? Eh?!"

The Third Old Ancestor frowned, looking Li Mo—who was swollen like a pig's head—up and down again. He tilted his head and thought, seemingly confirming something.

"I remember now."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Second Ancestor also reacted instantly. He snapped his head up and happened to see Shi Wanshan, who was watching the fun with his arms crossed.

"Old Third! Shut up!"

Alarm bells rang in the Second Ancestor's heart. He hurriedly sent a sharp transmission while reaching out, wanting to cover the Third Old Ancestor's trouble-making mouth!

He understood instantly that this matter absolutely could not be revealed in public!

However, he was one step too late!

The Third Old Ancestor's simple-minded nerves didn't even process the warning. At the moment of confirmation, the excitement of realization overrode everything!

He slapped his thigh hard, completely ignoring the Second Ancestor's transmission and reaching hand.

His voice, like rolling thunder crushing a broken gong, boomed out:

"You kid, aren't you that idiot in the purple clothes from the Emperors Tomb? The one in that crappy Immortal Cave who was grinning like a fool while holding a piece of Saint King Armor, and then I knocked you unconscious with a club? Why are you here?!"

Standing to the side, the Fourth Ancestor had already thought 'this is bad' the moment the Second Ancestor's expression changed to stop him.

Hearing the Third Old Ancestor's earth-shattering shout now, his heart sank, leaving only one thought:

"It's over! This blockhead! He let it all out!"

Sure enough, the entire space instantly fell silent!

Dozens of gazes simultaneously shifted from the Third Old Ancestor's face to Li Mo, who was swollen like a pig's head on the ground.

Then, they all looked in unison toward the other side, at Shi Wanshan—who had just gone through a crisis of innocence and was now as if struck by Nine Heavens lightning, completely petrified!

Every face showed an expectant look for more gossip.

As for the Purple Robe Saint Li Mo on the ground, the moment the Third Old Ancestor's thunderous words hit him and that finger pointed his way...

...it was as if he had been struck by an invisible Divine Soul attack a thousand times more terrifying than all the previous attacks combined!

His whole body began to twitch violently and uncontrollably!

He rolled his eyes with difficulty to look at the Third Old Ancestor.

The memories from before he lost consciousness flooded back into his mind.

The Immortal Cave, the armor, the terrifying club striking from behind, the instant annihilation of his consciousness, and the endless darkness.

So the real culprit who stole his Saint King Armor, stripped him down to his underwear, and trampled his dignity was this person in front of him?!

An Old Ancestor of the Azure Profound Sect?!

Then what about Shi Wanshan?!

He stiffly twisted his neck bit by bit to look at Shi Wanshan nearby.

He saw Shi Wanshan trembling with excitement, his eyes bloodshot!

Shi Wanshan stared fixedly at the Third Old Ancestor, his lips quivering as if a thousand words were stuck in his throat, yet he couldn't make a single sound.

That expression was a mixture of disbelief, sudden realization, the height of absurdity, and a sense of being vindicated, along with a world-shaking grievance and anger that was almost about to erupt!