Saint Son Fu Disheng's Sinister Scheme

Fu Disheng whispered a few words in Xiao Xiaoji's ear, and Xiao Xiaoji nodded repeatedly, then gave a thumbs up and flattered, "Senior Brother Holy Son, this plan is brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Fu Disheng put his hands behind his back, then licked his lips. "Go, do a good job, and I Holy Son, will reward you when you come back!"

"Yes!"

Xiao Xiaoji agreed and then quickly left.

Behind the mountain, in a huge valley that seems to be isolated from the world, a gentle breeze blows and clouds and mist swirl around, like a fairyland yet exuding a unique tranquility and solemnity.

A simple two-story pavilion stands quietly in the middle, with upturned eaves and corners, simple yet grand.

In front of the pavilion, there is a spacious and flat courtyard.

In the courtyard, Du Tianming stood like an angry Vajra, his muscles taut, sweat rolling down his bronze skin, reflecting shimmering light in the sunlight.

He was shirtless, dressed in a black outfit, and held a long spear. The spear gleamed coldly, drawing breathtaking arcs in the air as he moved rapidly.

Du Tianming suddenly soared into the air like Goshawk spreading its wings, his movements agile and graceful, creating a powerful gust of wind.

Shi Chou landed like a tiger, his feet stomping heavily on the ground, sending dust flying everywhere.

Each swing of the spear was accompanied by a whooshing sound, like a thunderclap.

The "snap snap" sound echoed through the valley, startling the birds hidden in the woods into fluttering their wings and fleeing.

The ground suffered even more; the hard stone slabs could not withstand the heavy blows, and deep and shallow cracks spread everywhere, with dust and gravel flying everywhere. The once flat courtyard was now uneven and a mess.

Du Tianming was immersed in his own world of marksmanship, his eyes burning with intense focus, as if everything around him had turned into nothingness.

His eyes were fixed on the long spear in his hand and the spear techniques he was constantly practicing and refining in his mind.

This young man was known throughout the sect as a "Spear Obsessive." Apart from practicing his spear, nothing else in the world seemed to catch his eye or enter his heart.

Du Tianming, though only a young boy, was already a Saint Realm Fifth Tier expert. Such talent and skill were extremely rare in the sect.

Others cultivate their skills to pursue fame and fortune or to seek Changsheng, but Du Tianming is purely obsessed with marksmanship.

For him, being able to spend his days with a gun and immerse himself in martial arts practice is the greatest joy in life.

In this world, there are always unexpected events. Du Tianming had another great obsession in his life, which was his love for Huo Qingtong, the Saintess of the sect.

Huo Qingtong was born with a bright and beautiful appearance. She usually wore a flowing robe and looked like a fairy. She was exceptionally talented, kind-hearted, and had remarkable cultivation. She was highly respected in the sect and loved by everyone.

When Du Tianming first met her, he was young, and his heart sank without warning.

From then on, Huo Qingtong's every smile, every gesture, became the most cherished image in his heart.

Normally, if anyone dares to casually make a few jokes about Huo Qingtong in front of him, Du Tianming will instantly turn on them, roll up his sleeves, and be ready to fight them to the death.

Over time, everyone came to know that this "Spear Obsessive" had two major sore spots—gun practice and Huo Qingtong —and no one could touch them.

Just as Du Tianming was engrossed in practicing his spear, several disciples dressed in sect attire walked over together from a distance, laughing and joking, talking loudly, breaking the silence of the valley.

"Senior brothers, do you know? Something big has happened in our sect!" A short disciple shouted, his face full of undisguised gossip.

"Oh? Junior brother, what serious incident has occurred?" A senior brother with a calm face raised an eyebrow and asked in confusion.

"No way, senior brother, you don't know?"

"Junior brother, what is it you want to say? I just came out of seclusion and I really don't know what happened in the sect."

The short junior brother cleared his throat, deliberately lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "Alas, our Saintess has encountered trouble!"

No sooner had these words been spoken than a dark figure flashed in front of them. Upon closer inspection, they recognized him as Du Tianming.

He stopped his stance and stood still, his spear firmly planted on the ground, the tip of the spear penetrating the soil three-tenths of an inch, kicking up a little dust. His tiger-like eyes were wide open, staring intently at the short junior brother who had spoken.

"What did you just say? What happened to the Saintess?" Du Tianming asked through gritted teeth, his voice carrying a chill that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Uh, senior brother..." The short junior brother was so frightened by Du Tianming's sudden aura that he shrank back and stammered.

"Stop rambling and get to the point!" Du Tianming's brows furrowed into a deep frown, his expression contorted, and the oppressive aura emanating from him made the people around him gasp for breath.

In his heart, the Saintess Huo Qingtong was someone who could not afford to suffer even the slightest mishap. Even hearing the slightest bad news felt like a knife had been ripped from his heart.

The short junior brother swallowed hard and said tremblingly, "Uh, Senior Brother Du, this is what happened. The Saintess brought back a Little White from outside. It is said that the Saintess has feelings for him, and the two have even become lovers!"

"What?" Du Tianming was as if struck by lightning, his head buzzing as if it had exploded.

He sprang up instantly, grabbed the short junior brother by the collar, and with a single, forceful lift, hoisted him up.

The short junior brother was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he waved his hands wildly in the air.

At this moment, Du Tianming's aura was disordered, his eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if they were about to burst at any moment.

Is this really true?

Du Tianming roared, spitting all over his short junior brother's face.

"Senior Brother Lu, I've only heard about it, and I'm pretty sure it's true."

Seeing this, another disciple quickly stepped forward to explain, "That boy was arranged to be in the outer sect by the Saintess, and I heard that he will be arranged to enter the inner sect soon. The way they go in and out together is just like a couple."

"Damn it, you're infuriating!" Du Tianming roared and slammed his short junior brother to the ground.

"Ouch!"

The short junior brother slumped to the ground in a sorry state, rubbing his buttocks.

Enraged, Du Tianming turned and rushed into the house like a gust of wind.

A moment later, carrying a coat and holding a long spear, he rushed out again, striding towards the outside. Every step seemed to contain endless rage, and the stone slabs under his feet cracked.

As Xiao Xiaoji and the others watched Du Tianming's retreating figure heading towards the outer gate, they exchanged glances, their lips curling into sinister smiles.

Xiao Xiaoji grinned lewdly. "Hehehe, this time there's going to be a good show."

Although Hua Qiang looks weak, he has managed to catch the eye of the Saintess, so he must be quite a character.

If they collide, it will surely be a fierce battle.

"Once the two of them fight to the death, we will have achieved our goal."

"If Hua Qiang is killed by Du Tianming, the Saintess will definitely hate him to death, and we will surely receive the Holy Son's reward."

Hahahaha!

The group looked at each other and burst into laughter, their laughter echoing through the valley, revealing a sense of triumphant satisfaction at their successful conspiracy, completely oblivious to the turbulent waves that this deliberate provocation was about to unleash.

Du Tianming hurried along, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Anger, resentment, doubt, and pain overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

How could the Saintess Huo Qingtong, the woman he cherished and kept in his heart for so many years, suddenly become a couple with someone else?

Who exactly is Hua Qiang, that he could so easily capture the heart of the Saintess?

His mind was filled with Huo Qingtong's voice and smile. The scenes of secretly gazing at her and silently protecting her flashed before his eyes like a lantern, each scene like a blade piercing his heart.

The outer gate square was bustling with activity at the moment, with countless disciples gathered there, some practicing and others cultivating.

A gray whirlwind swept by, and everyone felt a chilling pressure rushing towards them, instinctively dodging away.

Du Tianming, his eyes bloodshot, roared, "Where is Hua Qiang? Who is Hua Qiang? Come out and face your death!"

"I, Du Tianming, challenge you to a duel to the Life and Death Stage!"