Do You Surname Song?

"Gulp."

Zhu Yiqun swallowed hard, his expression somewhat dazed as he muttered, "That was way too fierce. Compared to him, the Old Man is practically gentle."

Song Changsheng was dumbfounded as well. A Foundation Establishment Late Stage Blood Demon had just been beaten into Annihilation of Body and Spirit? Even if his own Old Master had acted, it would probably have been no more than this, right?

"Second Senior Brother, don't let any of those Blood Demons escape." Zhuang Yuechan was already used to such a sight and shouted at the burly man.

"Hahaha, don't worry, Junior Sister. They dared lay hands on you, so Your Brother will twist off their heads and give them to you as balls to kick." Having received his orders, the burly man immediately lunged at the Demonic Cultivators fleeing in all directions with a savage grin.

His methods were simple and brutal: chase them down, clamp a large hand over their heads, and twist hard, separating head from body.

Every one of them met the same fate, as though he truly intended to leave their heads for Zhuang Yuechan to use as balls.

Zhuang Yuechan's pretty face immediately darkened. Her bizarre Senior Martial Brother really was capable of doing something like that.

"Uh... Fellow Daoist Zhuang, your Senior Martial Brother really is..." Watching the burly man twist off heads while spewing obscenities, Zhu Yiqun was, for a moment, at a loss for words.

Song Changsheng was speechless as well. This was probably the Foundation Establishment Cultivator he had seen who cared least about appearances. Not only were his methods vicious, his mouth was also full of filthy language. He did not resemble an orthodox cultivator at all.

About half an hour later, the burly man arrived before them, drenched in blood and carrying over twenty dripping heads as he swaggered along with a gait that acknowledged neither kin nor king.

He tossed the heads at Zhuang Yuechan's feet, split his mouth in a grin that revealed two rows of large yellow teeth, and chuckled. "Martial Sister, they're all here. Tell me, how should you kick them to vent your anger best?"

Looking at that pile of heads, Zhuang Yuechan could not help wanting to cover her forehead with her hand. What sin had she committed to end up with such a bizarre Senior Martial Brother?

"Why did you bring these back? They're disgusting." Zhuang Yuechan took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth.

The instant the burly man heard the tone of his Martial Sister's voice, he knew things had gone bad. He grabbed the heads and threw them aside, then scratched his head and laughed awkwardly. "Your Brother will be more careful next time. Next time."

Zhuang Yuechan shot him an exasperated glare, then looked at the others. "This is my Second Senior Brother, Niu Dazhuang."

"Niu Dazhuang... what a... down-to-earth name." Zhu Yiqun suddenly felt that his own name was not so hard to accept after all.

Unlike Zhu Yiqun, Song Changsheng only found the name familiar. After thinking deeply for a moment, he blurted out, "Niu Dazhuang? The Head Disciple under Sunset City's Second City Lord?"

"Heh, this little brother is quite knowledgeable. You've actually heard of Old Niu's great name." Niu Dazhuang had none of a senior's airs and grinned broadly as he spoke.

"Sunset City, the one whose Three City Lords are all Purple Mansion Great Cultivators?" Xu Yunhe's Eyes Widened. That place was a paradise for Rogue Cultivators.

"Mm, you've got good eyes too, kid. It's a pity you're missing an arm, but that's no great matter. You still have hope of Foundation Establishment." Niu Dazhuang glanced at Xu Yunhe, nodded approvingly, and said.

"Senior Niu's master is City Lord Zhan Tianxia. Then Fellow Daoist Zhuang, your master must be..." Zhu Yiqun belatedly realized it, his gaze at Zhuang Yuechan filled with astonishment.

Zhuang Yuechan nodded. "My master is the Great City Lord, Mu Guibai."

Upon receiving confirmation, Zhu Yiqun immediately sucked in a cold breath. Mu Guibai was the fiercest figure beneath Golden Core Cultivators in the Qi Kingdom Cultivation World. It was said that even Golden Core True Persons had to give him some face.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuang, you truly hid your depths well." Zhu Yiqun spoke with a bitter smile. Compared to her, whether it was his own Old Master or the Song Clan, both had to stand aside.

"Aiya, enough with this hiding or not hiding. Martial Sister, you still haven't introduced them to me." Niu Dazhuang impatiently waved his hand.

Zhuang Yuechan nodded. "This is Fellow Daoist Xu Yunhe. His swordsmanship is exquisite, something exceptionally rare among Rogue Cultivators.

"This is Fellow Daoist Zhu Yiqun. He is a Medicinal Chef, and During This Period, he has taken great care of me."

Hearing this, Niu Dazhuang immediately stretched out a palm as large as a cattail fan and thump, thump, thump patted Zhu Yiqun's shoulder, saying carelessly, "At first, I thought you little brat looked shifty-eyed and no good, but it turns out I judged a man by his appearance. You're not bad either. Thanks for taking care of Martial Sister."

Zhu Yiqun was patted until his flesh and bones nearly came apart, yet he still forced out a faint smile. However one looked at it, it had the air of forcing a smile through tears.

"Martial Sister, what's his name? I think this little brother is quite good." Niu Dazhuang pointed at Song Changsheng with a finger as thick as a carrot.

Zhuang Yuechan's gaze was somewhat complicated as she said, "This is Fellow Daoist Song Changsheng. He..."

"Hold it." For the first time, Niu Dazhuang interrupted his Martial Sister. His eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at Song Changsheng. "You surname Song? What relationship do you have with that Song Clan from the Moon-Gazing Mountain Range?"

There was hostility in his tone, making Song Changsheng's heart suddenly jolt. Could it be a family enemy? He had never heard Grandfather mention any grudge with Sunset City.

He wanted to avoid answering, but his identity was there in plain sight. If they truly were enemies, hiding would be impossible. He could only brace himself and say, "I am indeed a Song Clan Disciple."

"What?" Niu Dazhuang's eyes immediately widened, and a fierce aura erupted from his body. The heavy pressure made Song Changsheng's chest feel tight.

"Senior Martial Brother, what are you doing?" Zhuang Yuechan took one step forward and stood in front of Song Changsheng, meeting Niu Dazhuang's gaze directly.

"Martial Sister, you want to protect him? You said you wanted to go out on a Training Journey, and none of the masters or I objected. But you actually got involved with someone from the Song Clan. If I had known, I absolutely would never have let you leave!"

Niu Dazhuang glared, speaking harshly to Zhuang Yuechan for the first time.

Zhu Yiqun and Xu Yunhe were left utterly bewildered by the scene. Had everything not been fine just moments ago? Why did it suddenly seem as if enemies had met face-to-face?

"Senior Martial Brother, I know what you want to say, but Fellow Daoist Song saved my life. I will not allow you to touch him. And Master also said that we and the Song Clan should mind our own business. Are you going to defy Master's orders?"

Zhuang Yuechan looked up at the ferocious-faced Niu Dazhuang and spoke with unwavering determination.

"You! Fine, I won't touch him. But you must return with me today. You are not allowed to get tangled up with Song Clan people again!" Two streams of white vapor burst from Niu Dazhuang's nostrils as he grabbed Zhuang Yuechan's hand and prepared to leave.

Zhuang Yuechan was no match for his strength and could only be passively taken onto the flying sword. They transformed into a streak of rainbow light and departed...

After a long while, Zhu Yiqun sighed and patted Song Changsheng's shoulder. "Don't look anymore. She's already gone far away.

"Hasn't your Song Clan always had trade dealings with Sunset City? So why is it now that you mind your own business? Old Zhu can't make heads or tails of this."

Faced with Zhu Yiqun's question, Song Changsheng shook his head in confusion. "I Did Not Know either."

"Ah, then don't think about it. Let's hurry and Clean Up the Battlefield. They didn't take anything, so it all falls into our laps." Zhu Yiqun rubbed his hands together and began searching through the spoils.