425: Chapter 425 What? Your things? Those belong to our Taihu Clan!

"Do not be impulsive."

Xu Ruyu's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every Hehuan Sect Disciple, like a basin of cold water poured over their feverish hearts.

Zhou Daniu's eyes were red, and he shouted, "Sect Master! They are going too far—"

"Daniu, I said, do not be impulsive."

Xu Ruyu's voice was terrifyingly calm.

"If you rush up now, how many can you kill? Ten? Twenty? And then what? Then the few hundred sparks of our Hehuan Sect will all be lost here."

He turned around, looking at those Disciples with bloodshot eyes, and said word by word, "As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood."

"I have remembered what happened today, and you must remember it too."

"In the future, we will settle the score, one by one."

His voice remained calm, without a hint of hatred audible.

But for some reason, everyone who heard this sentence felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to their crowns.

Those Taihu Clan Disciples were still clamoring, hurling insults, and saying those unbearable words.

But Xu Ruyu no longer looked at them.

He turned around and looked at Cang Songzi, his gaze calm as water.

"Senior Cang Songzi, is this the Clan Chief's intention?"

Cang Songzi sneered and retorted impatiently, "Clan Chief? You think he can still protect you?"

"He is now at a critical point in his seclusion and doesn't even know what is happening outside."

"By the time he emerges from seclusion, you will have long since died somewhere unknown."

He paused, his voice turning even colder, "Brat, it is only out of Face for the Clan Chief that I decided to let you leave."

"Otherwise, given that you killed members of our clan, do you think your Hehuan Sect could leave? Do you think you could leave Tianyin Mountain alive?"

Xu Ruyu stared into Cang Songzi's eyes, his expression neither surprised nor angry.

He knew that saying anything now was meaningless.

Cang Songzi was right; the strong only care about interests, while the weak talk about right and wrong.

In the eyes of the Taihu Clan, their Hehuan Sect was weak.

The weak have no right to discuss right and wrong, no right to reason, and can only be slaughtered.

This was the taste of living under someone else's roof.

This was the taste of being weak.

He took a deep breath and was about to speak when the Grand Elder suddenly stepped forward, with a hint of pleading in its tone, "Senior Cang Songzi, please allow us some time."

"Our Hehuan Sect still has many resources within the mountain gate; those classics, Medicinal Pills, and Magical Artifacts are all things our Hehuan Sect has accumulated over many years."

"Give us a little time to pack up..."

Cang Bozi, however, had long since lost patience, walked up, and shouted, "What resources of your Hehuan Sect? Is there anything here that belongs to your Hehuan Sect?"

"Those things all belong to our Tianyin Mountain; it is because you were living here that our Taihu Clan kindly lent them to you for use!"

"Now that you are leaving, the things must naturally remain!"

Cang Yunzi also said coldly, "Letting you stay here in the first place was already a huge favor. Now that we are letting you leave, you still want to take things? Dream on!"

Those Taihu Clan Disciples also clamored, "Exactly! Those things all belong to our Taihu Clan!"

"Your Hehuan Sect's things? What does your Hehuan Sect have? Isn't it all relying on the charity of our Taihu Clan?"

"Get lost quickly! If you keep nagging, don't even think about leaving with your lives!"

"Want things? Fine, let your female Disciples stay behind, and you can take the things! Hahaha!"

The filthy language rang out again, even more unbearable to hear.

The Grand Elder was trembling with rage, lips quivering, yet unable to say a single word.

Fifth Elder Hua Xunhuan's Face flushed red, the rage in her eyes almost bursting out.

Granny Liu's hand, leaning on her cane, trembled slightly, and a trace of sorrow flashed in her cloudy, aged eyes.

Those classics were what she had spent a lifetime of effort organizing and safeguarding.

That was the Legacy of the Hehuan Sect for hundreds of years, the lifeblood of countless ancestors. Now, it was all going to be gone.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say a single word.

Because she knew that saying anything was useless.

In the Face of absolute strength, any reasoning is meaningless.

Zhou Daniu was so angry that he punched the ground, creating a large pit, "They are going too far! Too far! I will fight them to the death!"

Li Ergou held onto him tightly, his voice hoarse, "Daniu, endure! Sect Master said, endure!"

"Endure, endure, endure! Endure until when?"

"Endure until we have the strength!" Li Ergou's eye sockets also turned red, his voice choked with emotion, "Endure until we can take back what we have lost, one piece at a time!"

Zhao Tiezhu stood to the side, his fists tightly clenched, his nails digging into his flesh, blood dripping down through his fingers.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "One day, I will make them pay it back double. No, tenfold."

Sun Xiaohua, Zhou Xiaolian, and a few other female Disciples hugged each other, crying silently.

They knew that those things were gone.

Those Medicinal Pills they had worked so hard to save, those Magical Artifacts they treasured as precious, those classics recording the lifeblood of the Hehuan Sect's past sages—all gone.

Qingyan stood behind the crowd, tears falling silently.

She thought of her small meditation room, thought of those classics that accompanied her Cultivation, thought of the small sword Master Hua Xunhuan had given her. Everything was gone.

Leng Ningshuang stood in place, not saying a word.

There was no anger on her Face, no sadness, only a cold calm.

But those who knew her knew that the calmer she was, the greater the rage in her heart.

Zhao Yan lowered his head, his fists clenched, making a cracking sound.

His body radiated a scorching Qi, and the ground beneath his feet was scorched black.

He was enduring. He told himself, he must endure.

One day, he would return today's humiliation tenfold.

Ning Caihe remained expressionless, but the veins on the hand holding the sword bulged.

His sword was trembling; it was the sword longing to drink blood.

But he endured it.

Xu Ruyu watched all of this, looking at those angry, sad, and unwilling Faces, and a feeling difficult to describe surged in his heart.

Anger? Of course, there was.

But more than that, it was clarity.

He knew that everything today was because the Hehuan Sect was too weak.

Weak to the point of not being able to protect their own things, weak to the point of not being able to protect their own Disciples, weak to the point of only being able to be slaughtered.

But he also knew that these days would not last much longer.