Pang Wubei

Pang Wubei, as the Second Senior Brother of the Outer Sect and the beloved son of the outer sect's Great Elder, is usually very powerful and influential in the outer sect.

Therefore, some disciples of various sects joined him, fawning over him and becoming his lackeys.

At this moment, Pang Wubei was sitting upright on the stone bench decorated with ancient patterns, his expression as gloomy as the dark clouds before a storm.

A pair of eyes were fixed on the trembling, timid lackey before him, his gaze icy and cold, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.

After a long pause, he said in an icy tone, "Have you found out?"

The disciple trembled slightly, his head bowed low, his eyes fixed on the ground, and his voice trembled with fear.

"Yes, Second Senior Brother, this person is called Hua Qiang. He was brought here from outside by the Saintess. If he joins our outer sect, he will become an Outer Sect Disciple."

Pang Wubei frowned sharply, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and continued to Wen Dao, "Have you found out his whereabouts over the past two days?"

"I've found out, Second Senior Brother!" The disciple's speech became increasingly hurried, as if he was afraid that delaying even a second would bring disaster.

"These past two days, this guy named Hua Qiang has been going to the Slaughterhouse in the back mountain. According to the Handyman Disciple at the Slaughterhouse, he seems to have become obsessed with the work of slaughtering those animals. He's doing it with great enthusiasm, as if he's finding a sense of existence in that bloody place."

Upon hearing this, Pang Wubei was first taken aback, then burst into laughter in anger.

Hehehe!

"A piece of trash like this deserves to be in Slaughterhouse, hanging out with those beasts. Damn it, he dared to make a move on the woman that I, Pang Wubei, have my eye on."

"Gather a few men and let's go teach this brat a lesson he'll never forget. Make him stay away from the Saintess, or even disappear from our sight!"

"Yes, Second Brother, I'll get on it right now!"

The disciple felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and hurriedly turned around and rushed out like the wind.

"Hurry up, I can't wait a second longer!"

Pang Wubei suddenly stood up and strode towards the door, his aggressive demeanor like that of a ferocious beast that had been provoked, ready to tear apart its prey.

Meanwhile, by the pool deep in the back mountain, Hua Qiang leisurely stood up, a satisfied smile blooming on his lips.

The study and understanding of elemental power finally yielded considerable results.

At this moment, his control over the agile and mysterious elements around him had reached a level of mastery. With every gesture, the elements seemed to be his close companions, moving in accordance with his will.

Hua Qiang gently raised his hand, his fingertips swirling with wisps of visible elemental power.

As the light flickered, a gentle breeze seemed to stir his hair and clothes.

With a thought, he gathered the elements beneath his feet, forming a small cloud. The next moment, his body actually floated slowly into the air, as if he had broken free from the earth's shackles and was flying in the sky, his clothes fluttering, like an immortal descending to earth.

Feeling the wonderful experience brought by this new power, Hua Qiang was filled with joy.

In this perilous world where the strong rule, my ability to protect myself has steadily increased, giving me more confidence to face unknown dangers in the future.

Standing on the ground, Hua Qiang straightened his perfectly wrinkle-free clothes, his mind filled with thoughts of Huo Qingtong.

The two hadn't seen each other for the past two days, Hua Qiang was worried that if Huo Qingtong came looking for him only to find no one there, she might be anxious and worried.

Thinking about this, he shook his head helplessly, lamenting to himself that the world's technology was far too backward. Compared to the era of his previous life, where information changed rapidly and communication was incredibly convenient, it was worlds apart.

In my past life, everyone had a mobile phone, and we could make calls and video chats instantly even if we were thousands of miles apart. If we wanted to meet, we could simply tap the screen to schedule a time and place. Unlike now, we have to travel on foot and go through all sorts of troubles to find each other.

Just after turning the corner of a mountain, the road ahead was completely blocked by more than a dozen people.

The leader was none other than Pang Wubei, whose face was sinister and menacing. His eyes were fixed on Hua Qiang, and his voice, which sounded as if it carried the eeriness of the Jiu You hell, Wen Dao viciously, "Are you Hua Qiang?"

Hua Qiang stopped, his brows furrowing slightly as he scanned the group of people.

He didn't recognize this group of men who had come with ill intentions. Judging from their appearance, they were clearly coming specifically for him, and their faces were full of hostility. Trouble was probably inevitable.

His expression was calm; he simply nodded slightly and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "It's me. Who are you? What brings you here?"

No sooner had Hua Qiang finished speaking than a lackey beside Pang Wubei jumped out and shouted in a loud voice, "You scoundrel, this is our Second Senior Brother of the Outer Sect. Don't you know how to greet your second senior brother?"

It looked like a vicious dog eager to prove its loyalty to its master, baring its teeth and trying to intimidate Hua Qiang with its fierce appearance.

Hua Qiang glanced at the man, his eyes full of displeasure, and said coldly, "You dog of a servant, the master hasn't even spoken, what are you barking about? Do you think you can bully your master?"

Upon hearing this, Pang Wubei's expression froze, and he was subtly moved by Hua Qiang's words. He subconsciously turned his head and glared at the lackey.

That look in his eyes seemed to blame him for stealing his thunder and ruining his momentum.

The lackey was quick-witted; he reacted instantly, bowed deeply, lowered his head, and said in a tearful voice, "First Elder, I was too excited just now and couldn't control my mouth. Please punish First Elder!"

"Hmph! We'll settle this later!"

Pang Wubei snorted coldly, casting his piercing gaze at Hua Qiang once more. A sinister smile crept across his lips as Wen Dao in a sarcastic tone, "Kid, where are you from? How did you meet the Saintess? What's your relationship?"

Hua Qiang was incredibly astute. Upon hearing this, he immediately understood Pang Wubei's purpose in coming. It turned out she saw him as a rival in love and was jealous.

It seems that Huo Qingtong is exceptionally charming within this sect, with countless admirers and secret admirers. From now on, she's likely to have plenty of drama and fun.

Having figured this out, Hua Qiang remained calm and composed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He said calmly, "Do I need to tell you about my relationship with Qing Tong? Who are you to me?"

Holy crap!

Pang Wubei was so angry that his face instantly turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his neck bulged. He almost "ascended to heaven" on the spot.

This was the first time anyone had dared to speak to him so openly and ruthlessly, and to humiliate him in such a way.

"Damn it, it seems you don't know your own limitations, daring to talk to me like that?"

"Brothers, charge! Give him a good beating, just leave him barely alive!" Pang Wubei roared angrily, waving his hand.

With a whoosh, the group of followers behind him pounced on Hua Qiang like a pack of hungry wolves, baring their fangs and claws.

They raised their fists, their faces contorted with rage, their fighting style no different from that of street thugs, showing none of the demeanor and bearing expected of disciples of a sect.

Hua Qiang watched this rabble rush forward, a sneer on his lips, thinking to himself: Is this the so-called demeanor of sect disciples? This kind of mindless fighting is truly laughable.

With a swift movement, Hua Qiang, like a ghost, instantly rushed into the crowd.

He used both fists and feet, his movements fluid and graceful. Every punch he threw was accompanied by a whooshing sound, and every kick he delivered seemed capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

With a series of loud cracking sounds, before the group of followers could react, they all collapsed to the ground in a sorry state, clutching their stomachs and heads, looking utterly pathetic.

Hua Qiang was quite cautious in his attacks, not using any overly fierce moves. However, this close-quarters, fist-to-fist style of fighting gave him a sense of exhilaration that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

In my previous life, I lived in a primitive society where all kinds of struggles were bound by rules, so I couldn't unleash my full potential so freely. Now, in this different world, I have a different kind of fun.

He stood still, patted the dust off his clothes, which wasn't even there, and looked at the crowd lying on the ground groaning, as if what was happening before him was nothing more than a trivial farce.