5: Chapter 5: The main hall of the sect has been repaired! The Iron Fist Sect has attacked?

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.

The once bare peak of the desolate mountain had now undergone a complete transformation.

Under the power of "money," dozens of craftsmen had worked day and night. Not only was the drafty main hall fully renovated and paved with floor tiles, but even the latrines were fitted with mahogany door frames, exuding a sense of low-key luxury.

The most eye-catching feature was undoubtedly the brand-new plaque at the mountain gate.

On a massive piece of Phoebe zhennan wood, three gold-leafed characters—[Hehuan Sect]—shimmered in the sunlight, radiating the arrogant aura of a nouveau riche.

Each character was half a person tall, exactly as Wang Yang had requested: Big! Arrogant! Blindingly bright!

At this moment, Wang Yang stood before the brand-new mountain gate with his hands behind his back, surveying it all with satisfaction.

"Not bad, this money was well spent."

Wang Yang nodded and glanced at the System panel.

Current Domain Radius: 320 meters (covering the main hall, plaza, Pill Refining Room, and mountain gate area).

Sect Construction Progress: Rising from the Ashes.

During these ten days, the eldest Disciple Lin Xiaowan had practically forgotten to eat and sleep.

Relying on the ten "Qi Induction Pills" produced daily by the fully automatic Pill Furnace, combined with day and night practice of "The Guide to the Sacred Body of Hehuan Across the Heavens," her cultivation had been forcibly boosted to the third level of the Qi Refining stage!

Increasing her Qi Refining cultivation by two levels caused the Invincible Domain to grow by another 200 meters!

While this speed might not seem like much to a true Genius, considering she was a Mortal with zero cultivation ten days ago, it was nothing short of a miracle in the cultivation world.

"Revered Master! Look at these stone lions at the entrance, aren't they majestic?"

Lin Xiaowan, dressed in a brand-new Sect uniform (which was actually a pink martial arts outfit Lin Dahai had custom-ordered from a tailor shop in a rush), ran over with a heroic air, her face beaming with a confident smile.

"Passable."

Wang Yang maintained his persona as a high-level expert, commenting indifferently, "It barely matches one-ten-thousandth of our Sect's true foundation."

Just as the Revered Master and Disciple were admiring their new home, a sudden sound of staggering footsteps came from the mountain path, accompanied by a miserable cry:

"Sect Master... Xiao Wan... help..."

Wang Yang frowned. Why did this voice sound a bit familiar?

Before he could react, a mud-covered, tattered figure rolled through the mountain gate.

The newcomer was black and blue, one eye swollen to a slit, and his once-respectable martial arts hall Revered Master's clothing had been torn into rags. He looked like a beggar who had just crawled out of a refugee camp.

"Dad?!"

Lin Xiaowan turned pale with shock. She lunged forward to support the tottering figure. "Dad! How did you end up like this? Who beat you like this?"

This wretched middle-aged man was none other than Lin Dahai, who had gone down the mountain ten days ago in high spirits to handle the renovations.

The moment Lin Dahai saw Wang Yang, it was as if he had seen a long-lost relative...

No, it was like seeing a living ancestor. He collapsed to his knees with a "thud," tears and snot mixing with blood as they flowed down his face.

"Sect Master! You must seek justice for me!"

Lin Dahai wailed heart-wrenchingly, "The Medicinal Pills you rewarded me with... were stolen!"

Wang Yang's previously calm expression instantly darkened.

To beat a dog, one must look at the owner.

Moreover, Lin Dahai was now the "Logistics Captain" of the Hehuan Sect; he was the father and agent of Wang Yang's first Disciple in this world.

"Don't rush, tell me slowly."

With a casual wave of his hand, a gentle, invisible force lifted Lin Dahai up. Simultaneously, Wang Yang used the rules within his Domain to stop the pain from the man's external injuries.

"It was like this..." Lin Dahai wiped away some nosebleed and began to recount his grievances through gritted teeth.

It turned out that ten days ago, Wang Yang had given him two Qi Induction Pills.

According to Wang Yang's instructions, one was to be sold for renovation funds, while the other was a reward for his hard work, intended for him to strengthen his own body.

After descending the mountain, Lin Dahai first went to the town's largest shop, "Wanbao Pavilion."

The Qi Induction Pill was a System product of extremely high quality, even reaching the "Perfect Grade."

The shopkeeper of Wanbao Pavilion's eyes nearly popped out, and he immediately paid a high price of five thousand taels of silver to buy one!

Lin Dahai was an honest man; he took the money and hired the best workers.

For the past ten days, craftsmen had been coming and going, making the place quite lively.

But the trouble lay exactly in this "liveliness."

"Just now, after the craftsmen left, I thought about going to settle the final payment. I had the pill I kept for myself on me, thinking I'd take it after I got home and finished my work."

As Lin Dahai spoke, his eyes were full of resentment. "Who knew that in town, I would be surrounded by several people from the Iron Fist Sect!"

"People from the Iron Fist Sect?" Wang Yang narrowed his eyes.

"Yes! It was them!" Lin Dahai nodded vigorously. "The leader was that 'Third Elder' of the Iron Fist Sect, some guy named Zhao Heihu! It seems they've been looking for Wang Ergou's whereabouts."

"They heard that I had sold a Perfect Grade pill, so they came for me!"

Lin Dahai imitated Zhao Heihu's tone at the time, saying with grief and indignation:

"They said: 'Well, well, Lin Dahai! You're just a Mortal martial artist, where did you get such a top-tier Spirit Pill? You must have colluded with outsiders to murder my nephew, Wang Ergou, and steal his Opportunity!'"

"I explained to them, saying it was from the Hehuan Sect... that the Sect Master bestowed it upon me, but they didn't believe me at all!"

"They said... they said..." Lin Dahai stole a glance at Wang Yang, his voice growing quieter.

"Said what?" Wang Yang said coldly.

"They said: 'Bah! What bullshit Hehuan Sect? They all died out long ago! This must be some cover story you old geezer made up!'"

"Then they beat me up, stole my Qi Induction Pill, and even took the remaining few hundred taels of silver! Before leaving, they declared they were coming to see if this bullshit Hehuan Sect actually exists!"

"This is too much!"

After hearing this, Lin Xiaowan trembled with rage. The Spiritual Pressure of her third-level Qi Refining stage erupted uncontrollably, causing the surrounding pebbles to tumble.

"Revered Master! This Iron Fist Sect is pushing us too far! Not only did they injure my father, but they also dared to steal the pill you bestowed and even insulted our Sect's reputation! Your Disciple begs for permission to go down the mountain and take back the pill!"

Lin Xiaowan grabbed a thick wooden stick from somewhere and prepared to charge down the mountain.

"Stop."

Wang Yang spoke calmly, stopping his impulsive Disciple.

Although he was also very displeased, he knew his own limits.

Outside this 320-meter range, he was just a physically weak Mortal. Although Lin Xiaowan had reached the third level of Qi Refining, she hadn't learned any offensive Spells and only knew that "radio calisthenics." If she went down and encountered those old foxes, she would likely just be delivering herself to them on a silver platter.

"Revered Master?" Lin Xiaowan turned back, tears in her eyes. "Are we just going to endure this?"

"Endure?"

A cruel curve formed at the corner of Wang Yang's mouth.

He walked to the brand-new mountain gate and stroked the massive pillar.

"In my dictionary, there is no word for 'endure,' only 'funeral.'"

Wang Yang turned around and looked at Lin Dahai and Lin Xiaowan, his tone grim:

"Since they stole the pill, they have entangled themselves in the Karma of my Hehuan Sect."

"Hall Master Lin, go to the backyard and rest."

With a sweep of his wide sleeves, Wang Yang turned and walked back toward the main hall, his back looking solitary and resolute.

"Since they said they're coming to trample my Hehuan Sect, I shall stay right here and leave the door open for them."

"I want to see if their fists are harder, or if my 'rules' are harder."

Just then, a red warning message popped up on Wang Yang's System panel:

[Warning! Strong hostility detected approaching rapidly!]

[Target: 5 people from the Iron Fist Sect.]

[Distance: Five li.]

[Objective: Seize pills, exterminate the Sect.]

Looking at the prompt, Wang Yang didn't panic; instead, he revealed a brilliant smile.

That's more like it.

Having tasted the sweetness of stealing one pill, they would naturally be greedy for more.

"Good of them to come."

He looked at Lin Xiaowan, who was gazing at him with adoration, and instructed, "Disciple, go brew a pot of tea."

"In a moment, watch your Revered Master's methods!"