266: Chapter 266 Ceasefire, Ju Liusun Falls Asleep

Having finally managed to catch a break, how could they let this senseless idiot get them beaten up again?

In this moment, the movements of the four immortals of Chan Sect were exceptionally synchronized!

"Stubborn and unyielding!"

"Senior Brother, forgive us!"

The four of them channeled their already depleted magic power, condensing four giant hammers.

Boom!

The four giant hammers transformed into four streaks of light, hitting Que Liusun's forehead with extreme tacit understanding and precision!

Que Liusun, who had been cursing vigorously, never expected a sudden backstab from his own people.

Feeling the defenseless attack from behind, he whipped his head around, his eyes wide with shock.

His Primordial Spirit, which had been tormented by the Tribulation Qi, was jolted into clarity by this sudden, excruciating pain.

Using his last bit of lucidity, he glared at the four of them, his face twisted and ferocious, and roared in disbelief:

"You... actually... dare to... betray me?!"

Before he could finish, Daoist Cihang, Master Lingbao, Golden Immortal Samantabhadra, and Venerable Daoxing exchanged glances and nodded to each other.

The force of the giant hammers above Que Liusun's head increased by another two points.

Bang!

The young Que Liusun felt this critical strike, his head tilted immediately, and he fell asleep on the spot.

Finally, it was quiet.

"Hoo..."

Daoist Cihang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and with some embarrassment and guilt, he cupped his hands toward Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming looked at the unconscious Que Liusun on the ground and said: "The troublesome person is asleep, so tell me."

"What exactly happened?"

He sat on the ground, looking levelly at the four who were still conscious.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh..."

Thinking of what they had endured, the four felt incredibly ashamed.

They had been beaten up by an Elder of the clan they were supporting, and then tossed into the spatial turbulence by their Clan Chief.

This was completely unlike how disciples of a Saint should behave...

"We just... fell into the spatial turbulence..."

Daoist Cihang answered Zhao Gongming's question briefly and intermittently.

Zhao Gongming was suspicious.

Looking at their expressions, states, and aura, he immediately deduced that Cihang was lying, or at least not telling the whole truth.

He then took out his Dragon-Tiger Golden Whip again and slammed it heavily onto the ground.

Boom—!

The earth shook violently, and dense cracks spread wildly in all directions with the Dragon-Tiger Golden Whip at the center.

"Tell me the whole story!"

Startled!

Seeing the golden whip, the four of them trembled violently.

"Fellow Daoist, calm your anger! Fellow Daoist, calm your anger! I will tell you! I will tell you right now!"

Daoist Cihang waved his hands repeatedly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like rain.

He was terrified that Zhao Gongming would lose his patience and swing the whip again.

His frail body couldn't take it.

"Fellow Daoist... it's like this... after we entered the Tiger Clan..."

He told Zhao Gongming the entire story without reservation: how they went to the truce zone to gain experience, were blocked and beaten by the Tiger Clan's Second Elder, and finally, how the Tiger Clan Chief, Patriarch Bai Huang, descended personally and slapped them into the destructive black hole.

After hearing this, Zhao Gongming was stunned and a bit surprised: "What? You actually went to the truce zone?!"

The four of them scratched their heads in embarrassment.

Venerable Daoxing said with a guilty tone: "We didn't know at first... we just thought we could help the Tiger Clan fight for more territory..."

"Heh!"

Zhao Gongming chuckled twice, not believing Venerable Daoxing, and scolded directly: "I think you were just greedy!"

"Being thrown into the spatial turbulence is what you deserve. If I had known, I should have beaten you up myself and thrown you back to Kunlun Mountain for your Second Senior Martial Uncle to see for himself."

Hearing that they might be thrown back to Kunlun Mountain, the four of them shook their heads in refusal: "No, no, no!"

"Fellow Daoist, please don't do that. The Tiger Clan has been promised a Heavenly Dao fruit position in the East. If we go back, our teacher will definitely punish us! And you might be punished as well..."

The four of them held mediocre status within the Chan Sect, and they did not want to lose this Opportunity and be sent back to suffer under Qilin Cliff again.

The Heavenly Thunder and Earth Fire of Qilin Cliff were not pleasant to endure.

Hearing this, Zhao Gongming nodded in agreement:

"Indeed, given your Second Senior Martial Uncle's temperament, I really might get thrown out of Kunlun Mountain..."

Although his background was well-regarded by his Second Senior Martial Uncle, losing face for the Chan Sect...

And most importantly, it could lead to a dispute between the two Saints.

Zhao Gongming did not say the latter part aloud; it was just his own guess.

Afterward, Zhao Gongming looked down at the Chan Sect fellows in front of him, who each had their own hidden agendas. After pondering for a moment, he spoke slowly:

"Tell me, what are your plans now? Are you taking Que Liusun back to the Tiger Clan, or...?"

Hearing Zhao Gongming's question, the four of them subconsciously glanced at the snoring Que Liusun beside them, an uncontrollable sense of helplessness rising in their hearts.

With their current state—damaged Dao bodies and depleted magic power—if they went back, let alone holding their heads high in front of the Tiger Clan...

They feared that if they met any powerful being whose body was invaded by Tribulation Qi on the way, they would be run over like speed bumps.

Daoist Cihang sighed helplessly and cupped his hands to Zhao Gongming with a bitter smile:

"Fellow Daoist, in our current state, if we return to the Tiger Clan like this, we might perish halfway."

"We intend to find a cave dwelling to adjust ourselves, recover some magic power and heal our injuries, and then return to the Tiger Clan."

"That works."

These guys already owed a debt of Karma, and Zhao Gongming was happy to help a little.

He raised his right hand, pointing his finger toward the northwest of the wilderness:

"Thirty thousand miles that way, there is a small, ownerless cave dwelling. Although the Innate Spiritual Qi inside isn't very dense, it's enough for healing."

Seeing that Zhao Gongming not only stopped making things difficult for them but also pointed out a clear path, the four of them felt relieved: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

As the words fell, Venerable Daoxing and Master Lingbao lifted the still-sleeping Que Liusun, one on each side.

Then, following behind Cihang and Samantabhadra, they transformed into several dim streaks of light and fled toward the cave dwelling Zhao Gongming had indicated.

Zhao Gongming stood where he was, watching their departing figures, and finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Pfft... Hahahaha!"

On the silent wilderness, Zhao Gongming laughed heartily!

"Interesting, truly interesting!"

Thinking of the experience the four had just recounted and the scene of Que Liusun being backstabbed, Zhao Gongming couldn't help but chuckle.

"This amusing incident today—after I return to Jinao Island, I must share it with my sisters!"

"Let them also see the glorious achievements of the Chan Sect disciples during the Great Tribulation!"

After laughing, Zhao Gongming looked toward the direction where the black panther had left and muttered to himself: "The matter is resolved, it's time to go back and continue to Cultivate."

As he finished speaking, he also transformed into a pale blue streak of light and vanished from the spot in an instant.