Second-Generation Civil War Phantom God Tang Lie Makes His Move

"Hmph, a whole family of idiots. Am I not even allowed to say so?"

The newly appointed Civil War Phantom God was far stronger than the first-generation Phantom God, Tang Qi. He arrogantly pointed at Tang Yuehua as he berated her.

"If you ask me, Tang Zhen's entire family is nothing but idiots. If not for Ancestor Tang Chen's sake, all of you should have been struck from the family register."

"Let's start with Tang Zhen. His strength was arguably the weakest among all sect masters. If his son had not been even weaker, he would have been the second weakest sect master in history."

"Not to mention Tang Hao. He killed my father Tang Qi, the Sixth Elder, and the Great Elder Tang Ming. His crimes are unforgivable. If he had not gone into hiding, I would have torn him to pieces."

"Tang Xiao is even more useless. As sect master, he is only Level 92. In the end, he was foolish enough to waste an eighty-thousand-year inherited Soul Bone for an Evil Spirit Master and a bastard. It is simply unforgivable."

The more Tang Lie spoke, the more worked up he became. Ignoring Tang Yuehua's increasingly ugly expression, he pointed at her nose and cursed, "Now it seems that Tang Zhen's whole family is useless, a disgrace to the sect. If not for their family, the sect would have long since become far stronger than it is now."

In his eyes, if Tang Zhen had not died so early, Tang Lie would have given him a vicious lecture over how he had raised two beastly sons.

"Fifth Elder, even if my eldest brother is guilty, it was only one eighty-thousand-year Soul Bone. The Gold Soul Coins I have sent back every year since founding Moonlight Pavilion have accumulated to over a hundred million. Could that not compare to an eighty-thousand-year Soul Bone?"

The Clear Sky Sect's commercial development was even inferior to that of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. It would already be impressive if the Treasure Vault held two hundred million Gold Soul Coins.

The Gold Soul Coins Tang Yuehua had sent were roughly equivalent to the price of an eighty-thousand-year Soul Bone, but what did that matter?

Tang Lie immediately retorted, "You are useless and incapable of cultivation. Shouldn't you be doing this? If not for the fact that a piece of trash like you still has some use, you would not even be qualified to see us today."

That sharp little tongue of his was truly dripping with honey. Seeing that Tang Yuehua still dared to talk back, he immediately shouted at her.

In his eyes, her entire family was useless. Since she still had value, why should she not create value for the sect? That was what she ought to do.

Tang Lie had never even deigned to look directly at a useless person who could not cultivate. What kind of bullshit aura had she awakened? What use was it? She was a piece of trash doomed to never break through Level 10.

"You... Fifth Elder, how can you say that? The contributions I, Tang Yuehua, have made over the years are no less than those of you elders."

Tang Yuehua was consumed with fury. She was about to explode with anger. These elders before her actually treated all her efforts as something only natural.

"Ah, Yuehua, Tang Lie was merely agitated. But the facts are before us. Tang Hao and Tang Xiao both violated the sect rules, so expelling them from the sect is only proper."

None of the elders wished to offend a Spirit Douluo with hopes of attaining a Title for the sake of a piece of trash with Soul Power permanently fixed at Level 9.

"You all..."

Tang Yuehua's chest ached with anger, her breasts trembling slightly. She pointed at the elders before her, too enraged to speak.

At that moment, the new-generation Civil War Phantom God, Tang Lie, looked at Tang Yuehua, who was shaking with rage, and grew somewhat angry as well. He loudly rebuked her, "What do you mean, 'you all'? What right does a useless person like you have to stand here and speak to us? You dare defy the elders? Get out already!"

As though remembering that Moonlight Pavilion's income for this month had yet to be handed over, he added, "Oh, right. We want sixty percent of Moonlight Pavilion's money this month. Remember to bring it over."

"There will be no more of it. From today onward, Moonlight Pavilion will have nothing more to do with the Clear Sky Sect."

Tang Yuehua spoke with grief and indignation, her hands clenched so tightly that traces of blood seeped from her delicate jade-like fingers.

"Hmph, you dare?"

Tang Lie directly blocked Tang Yuehua's path.

A trace of disdain flashed through Tang Yuehua's eyes. Just as she was about to leave, her vision suddenly blurred.

The new-generation Civil War Phantom God, Tang Lie, had made his move.

Tang Lie slapped Tang Yuehua across the face, sending her flying into a table nearby with a deafening crash.

"You piece of trash, and you dare defy the orders of the Elder Council?"

Tang Lie immediately cursed Tang Yuehua's entire family again before returning angrily to his seat. With a sinister expression, he said, "Go back and bring the money. Otherwise, your brother Tang Xiao will surely die."

"You all..."

Tang Yuehua slowly crawled out from the wreckage. Her body was covered in bloody scratches from the debris, and a sharp wooden stick had pierced through her slender calf.

Her mind was blank. When her father and brothers had still been around, these people had fawned over her. Now that her father was dead and her eldest brother was half-crippled, her only remaining value was providing Gold Soul Coins.

"Send two disciples to escort her back to Heaven Dou City, and bring the Gold Soul Coins back while you are at it."

Afraid that Tang Yuehua would refuse to acknowledge the debt once she returned to Heaven Dou City, Tang Lie once again used Tang Xiao to threaten her. He also sent people to follow her, lest she try any tricks.

"Why are you still standing there? Do you want this elder to throw you out?"

Seeing Tang Yuehua trembling all over with rage, Tang Lie did not care in the slightest. She was only trash; he could crush her to death with a single finger.

Tang Yuehua's heart was filled with resentment. Her body swayed unsteadily due to her injuries as she limped out of the hall.

Looking back, the elders of Clear Sky Hall who had humiliated her so badly overlapped with the elders of the Clear Sky Sect who had doted on her during her childhood. They were still the same people, but the affection of her childhood had been nothing more than a disguise.

"I will definitely take revenge."

Tang Yuehua was filled with fury, but after making that harsh declaration, her spirit deflated. She was merely useless trash who could never break through. What could she do?

Rely on her body? Who would go to war with the entire Clear Sky Sect for her? Thinking of this, she could not help feeling despondent.

The moment she left the sect, two female Clear Sky Sect disciples followed her, constantly urging her to hurry back to Heaven Dou City.

Only after reaching a city did Tang Yuehua find a Healing Soul Master to treat her injuries. However, because her calf had missed the best treatment window, she would be forced to limp for the rest of her life.

"Is it really beyond treatment?"

Learning that her leg could not be healed dealt Tang Yuehua a severe blow. Her noble academy had originally taught aristocratic etiquette, but now that she herself was crippled, how could she properly teach others?

Tang Yuehua gradually became despondent. Her body carried an added air of melancholy, along with the feeling of a woman whose husband had died, making others pity her.

"Your injuries are treated, so hurry up and go."

Before Tang Yuehua could accept reality, the two Clear Sky Sect disciples behind her viciously drove her onward.

Who was that slutty fox trying to put on this act for? The two female Clear Sky Sect disciples dragged Tang Yuehua onto the carriage and urged her to get in quickly and leave.

With no other choice, she boarded the carriage and continued hurrying toward Heaven Dou City.

Her father's death, her eldest brother's expulsion from the Clear Sky Sect, her second brother's betrayal of the Clear Sky Sect, and the injuries on her body—

All of it was more than this delicate woman could bear. She hid in the carriage and wept silently.

The future of Moonlight Pavilion and her own fate made her feel as though darkness surrounded her. Whenever she tried to escape, the two Clear Sky Sect disciples assigned to watch her would ruthlessly drag her back.

After all, in their eyes, Tang Yuehua's only use as a piece of trash was to provide the Clear Sky Sect with Gold Soul Coins.