Who is the Victim

Watching Wu Baoru's seemingly earnest attempt to guide him, Yue Qianchou thought to himself, I'll play along slowly, but what's the harm in asking? "Really?" he asked.

"Mhm!" The former nodded heavily. The latter hesitated for a moment before saying, "Alright! I'll tell you, but you absolutely cannot tell anyone else, okay!"

"Mhm!" After nodding, Wu Baoru couldn't help but sigh, thinking that Hao Sansi had actually taken on an idiot for a disciple.

"Then swear a solemn oath that you won't tell anyone," Yue Qianchou said, still looking unconvinced.

"Ugh..." Wu Baoru took a deep breath again, thinking, I'll endure this for now, I'll deal with you later. He slowly raised his hand and said, "I swear that the secret the junior disciple told me today, I will absolutely not tell anyone else. May I die a terrible death if I break this oath. You can tell me now!"

Yue Qianchou nodded happily, looking around as if afraid someone might be eavesdropping. He then lowered his voice, saying, "Martial Uncle, lean closer. Don't let anyone else hear." Wu Baoru's eyes lit up, and he obediently offered his ear. He heard the former say, "When I cultivate, I do have a secret, which is that Master always gives me his Spirit Stones to absorb spiritual energy. Master told me not to tell outsiders."

Wu Baoru waited for a while, and when there was no more sound, he turned to look at him and asked, "Is that all?" Yue Qianchou shook his head. "That's it."

"What? That's it?" Wu Baoru exclaimed. What kind of secret was this? It was normal for a master to give Spirit Stones to a favored disciple to help their cultivation grow quickly. He immediately felt like he had been tricked. He grabbed the front of Yue Qianchou's clothes, his expression darkening. "Are you going to tell me or not?"

"Hmph!" Yue Qianchou snorted coldly. The foolish look on his face vanished instantly. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said calmly, "What? You can't trick me, so you want to use force?"

"Hahaha!" Wu Baoru was stunned for a moment, then burst into furious laughter. He had thought he was dealing with an idiot, but he had been played for a fool the entire time. The embarrassment was immense. He said fiercely, "You little brat, daring to trick me! I think you're tired of living." His entire aura suddenly erupted.

How could the current Yue Qianchou withstand the cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage? He was immediately suffocated by the pressure, and the killing intent was blatant. Yue Qianchou said coldly, "If you dare to touch a single hair on my head, I guarantee you'll never know this secret. You can try if you don't believe me."

"You think I don't dare!" Wu Baoru slowly raised one hand.

"I'll be waiting," Yue Qianchou said, raising an eyebrow and smiling. "But there's something I need to remind you of. If I die, who knows if others in the Qingguang Sect will suspect that you were the one who monopolized this secret."

Although Wu Baoru's face showed no reaction, Yue Qianchou clearly saw his pupils contract sharply. The former chuckled, "I'll give you one last chance. If you don't tell me, I'll kill you right now."

"Thank you! You don't need to give me another chance, kill me now!" Yue Qianchou smiled at the other man. However, even as he spoke, his mind had already locked onto the golden bead within his Dantian. The moment he sensed any sign of the other party making a move, he would immediately escape.

Wu Baoru's facial muscles twitched. The pupils in his triangular eyes darted around, and then he suddenly pushed Yue Qianchou away, sneering, "I almost fell for your trick. You little brat were just trying to provoke me."

The latter pulled at his creased chest, shaking his head and sighing. "That old bastard, he's clearly afraid of being suspected by the other old guys if he kills me, so he's just finding a dignified way out. If he knew this would happen, why put on such a show? Old dog, look what you did to my clothes." He no longer held back, feeling that since they had already fallen out, there was no need for pretense.

"Heh heh! You sharp-tongued little beast, I won't waste my breath arguing with you. I'll cripple your Dantian right now and make you wish you were dead, torturing you until you talk." Wu Baoru was trembling with anger. In all his years at the Qingguang Sect, no one had ever insulted him like this. Judging by his demeanor, his words weren't just idle threats; he was genuinely about to act.

"Oh! You're really going to do it? I have the golden bead, I'm not afraid. Hmm! Today seems to be the day for sharing insights. I'll play with you, you old dog." Yue Qianchou thought this, but then sighed, "Stop, I admit I'm afraid of you. Fine, I'll tell you, but I want to go to the Qingguang Grand Hall to tell the Sect Master personally. If you don't agree, I'll self-destruct my Dantian."

Wu Baoru was taken aback. He thought, Once he says it, I'll kill him immediately. He then readily agreed. Yue Qianchou could guess his intentions with his eyes closed.

Yue Qianchou swaggered ahead, with Wu Baoru following behind with a cold smirk. The two walked towards the Qingguang Grand Hall, one after the other. Passing through the perimeter wall, they saw many disciples sitting in the central plaza, listening to the teachings. Several Elders were seated below the main hall, sharing their insights. A knowing smile appeared on Yue Qianchou's face.

As they approached the crowd in the middle, Yue Qianchou suddenly broke into a run, fleeing for his life. Wu Baoru was slightly stunned, thinking, Where can he run to from here?

"Help! Someone's trying to steal my Spirit Stones! The old dog is trying to steal my Spirit Stones! The old bastard is trying to murder me for my wealth! Sect Master, help!" Yue Qianchou shouted with all his might, his voice echoing throughout the entire plaza, sounding utterly tragic. Instantly, countless gazes in the plaza turned towards them.

Wu Baoru hadn't expected this guy to pull such a stunt in broad daylight. He was so angry he almost fainted. He roared, "Stop right there!" and flashed forward.

"Damn it! The old dog is furious." Just as Yue Qianchou was preparing to hide in the golden bead, a voice boomed from inside the hall, "Stop!" At the same time, an Elder who was sharing insights quickly flashed forward, blocking Yue Qianchou.

"Senior Brother Lu, get out of the way! I'm going to kill him!" Wu Baoru roared furiously. The elder addressed as Senior Brother Lu frowned and said, "Junior Brother Wu, don't you see where we are? What kind of behavior is this!" This person was named Lu Wanqian.

"I..." Reminded by his Senior Brother, Wu Baoru looked around and saw countless eyes staring at him in disbelief. He then remembered the brat's cries and felt half his blood run cold. He had lost face spectacularly today. But the detestable face behind his Senior Brother was winking at him, making him tremble with rage. He cried out, "This is infuriating!"

"Who is making noise outside the hall?" The Sect Master, Liu Changqing, emerged, leading a group of Elders. Yue Qianchou immediately turned and ran towards him, shouting, "Sect Master, save me! Martial Uncle Wu is trying to kill me to silence me. Sect Master, save me! Martial Uncle Wu is trying to kill me to silence me."

Liu Changqing and the others' gazes immediately fixed on Wu Baoru. They were well aware of the reason Wu Baoru had sought out Yue Qianchou.

"Nonsense, this is infuriating! You little beast, I'll kill you." Wu Baoru was so angry he was about to spit blood. He leaped past Lu Wanqian and shot a beam of light towards Yue Qianchou.

"Ridiculous!" Liu Changqing flicked his horsetail whisk. The strands instantly lengthened, coiling around the beam of light and retracting it, along with a long sword wrapped within. Two Elders also flew out from his side and restrained Wu Baoru. The latter stared at Yue Qianchou with bloodshot eyes, shouting, looking as if he wanted to tear Yue Qianchou into a thousand pieces.

Liu Changqing glanced at Wu Baoru, then fixed his gaze on Yue Qianchou and asked, "What exactly happened?"

"Sect Master, save me!" Yue Qianchou appeared to be terrified. He knelt down and cried loudly, "Today, Martial Uncle Wu found me and forced me to reveal a secret, and then he stole the one hundred mid-grade Spirit Stones my Master left me. I had planned to swallow my pride and let it go. But for some reason, Martial Uncle Wu refused to let me off. I suspect Martial Uncle wants to kill me to silence me. I feel so wronged. I can't believe that just after my Master died, Martial Uncle Wu would... sob sob... Please, Sect Master, uphold justice for me."

"Ah..." The entire plaza erupted. Although the Cultivation World was known for its cold-heartedness, it was rare for a Martial Uncle to immediately seize his deceased Martial Nephew's belongings. Seeing Yue Qianchou's pathetic state, no one would have thought he dared to falsely accuse his Martial Uncle. While people dared not discuss it loudly, whispers were inevitable. Everyone looked at Wu Baoru as if he were a monster. Among them were disciples loyal to Wu Baoru, who lowered their heads in shame.

Many female disciples, upon hearing Yue Qianchou's tragic tale and seeing his desolate demeanor, had tears welling up in their eyes. Qu Ping'er, in particular, bit her lower lip tightly. She couldn't believe that the talented individual who had composed two peerless songs would be subjected to such abuse.

"You little beast! You still dare to speak... I'll kill you!" Wu Baoru struggled frantically, but with two Senior Brothers, whose cultivation was higher than his, holding him back, he was unable to break free.

Yue Qianchou thought to himself, Is this old guy going crazy from anger? Hmph! Such poor psychological resilience, and he still tries to act like a hooligan. But if he's driven mad, that's even better. I'll provoke him a little more.

"Martial Uncle Wu, can you really do it but not let me say it... Ugh!" Yue Qianchou clutched his chest, feigning a heart attack. He staggered a few steps, spread his arms, and cried out to the heavens, "Oh, heavens! Please open your eyes and see! How can such a madman exist in this world." After steadying himself precariously, he pointed at Wu Baoru and shouted hysterically, "I have no past grievances with you, no recent enmity, why are you treating me like this! Why are you treating me like this!" His grief-stricken appearance was enough to move people to tears.

"Martial Ancestor Uncle Yue is so pitiful!" Several female disciples in front of the hall began to sob, and one by one, they led others to cry... Soon, quite a few female disciples were weeping aloud.

"Pfft!" These cries struck Wu Baoru like lightning. He trembled all over but was helpless against Yue Qianchou. Overcome with rage, he spat out a mouthful of blood, then his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed into his Senior Brother's arms.

"Holy cow! I'm still awesome. I actually made a Nascent Soul cultivator faint from anger, caw caw!" Yue Qianchou looked at the spitting blood with tear-filled eyes.

Liu Changqing's face was ashen. He never imagined that sending Wu Baoru to find Yue Qianchou would lead to this situation. His eyes swept back and forth between the two men's faces, unable to discern who was the wronged party. Seeing Wu Baoru faint, his eyes immediately locked onto Yue Qianchou. However, the thick skin Yue Qianchou had developed over two lifetimes was not so easily seen through.