"What a joke! You think two measly spirit crystals are enough to order me around?!"
Inside the Wind Thunder Pavilion's Daoist arena, Senior Brother Pei laughed in fury.
He slammed his palm onto the stone platform beside him, and the terrifying force instantly reduced it to dust.
His heaving chest revealed the rage surging within him.
Before him,
Gu Wanchun stood respectfully to the side, not daring to say a word.
"Junior Brother Gu, you don't need to keep monitoring that brat anymore!"
"Let that damned bastard go eat shit!"
The anger still had not faded from Senior Brother Pei's face. He waved toward Gu Wanchun below and spoke.
He was naturally referring to Yang Qingyun.
Several years ago,
a Heaven's Capital Sect disciple named Lu Chengde, whom he had met in the Central Continent, contacted him,
asking him to help investigate information about a brat named Yang Qingyun from the Eastern Continent, where they were based.
As someone who had made it onto the Prodigy Ranking of the Ninety-Nine Prefectures of the world, although he was merely at the very bottom, Yang Qingyun's name was naturally known to Pei Yuantong.
What was more, Yang Qingyun was in the Eastern Continent, meaning he could be considered an enemy.
Although the two belonged to different sects, they were both disciples of giants belonging to the same level of the Thirty-Three Upper Sects. Pei Yuantong naturally had no reason to refuse.
But who could have known that
after he painstakingly collected a large amount of information and intelligence and sent it to Lu Chengde, the so-called "generous reward" the other party had mentioned was not brought up at all?
In the end, Lu Chengde had shamelessly declared that a brat who had cultivated for only twenty or thirty years could be wiped