The Furious Xuan Qingyuan

Inside the Holy Son Palace, the tranquil atmosphere was shattered by a series of chaotic footsteps and painful groans.

Several disciples, supported by others, staggered into the main hall.

They were dressed in rags, covered in blood and bruises, their faces swollen so much that their features were almost unrecognizable, and they looked extremely miserable.

Hearing the noise, the Holy Son Xuan Qingyuan turned around impatiently.

Upon seeing these disciples who were barely recognizable as humans, his face instantly darkened to the point of being dripping with water, and anger surged into his heart.

"You were beaten so badly, who did this to you, and how many of them were there?"

"Explain!"

"It's... it's... it's Hua Qiang, just him alone," someone answered tremblingly.

"What?"

"You bunch of useless trash!"

Xuan Qingyuan immediately flew into a rage, roaring like a mad beast.

"Look at your behavior! You've disgraced my Holy Son Palace!"

He suddenly kicked over the table next to him, and the tea set on the table crashed to the ground with a "crash".

"How did I teach you all those days? Huh?"

"You can't even handle a piece of trash who just made it through the ranks, and you got beaten up like this. How dare you come back to see me?"

Xuan Qingyuan's eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire.

He pointed at the disciple on the ground, veins bulging on his neck, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

The injured disciples struggled to lift their heads, their eyes filled with pain and sorrow.

One of them stammered, "Holy Son... we are just... he's too powerful..."

"Shut up!"

Xuan Qingyuan didn't allow him to explain at all.

"Why don't you just die?"

"You can't even beat a piece of trash, yet you have the nerve to come back? Do you want me, the Holy Son, to see your pathetic state?"

You've all made me, the Holy Son Palace Maiden, lose all face. What right do you have to say he's amazing?

Are you all a bunch of good-for-nothings?

He cursed as he paced back and forth in the main hall, grabbing whatever he could and throwing it at the injured disciples.

The flasks and ornaments exploded around the disciples, scattering fragments that cut their already wounded bodies.

The group huddled together, dodging the flying objects, their eyes filled with growing disappointment and resentment.

"The fact that you were beaten like this shows that you people are too stupid, too dumb, and too useless!"

Don't expect me to heal your wounds; clean up your own messes!

Xuan Qingyuan roared coldly, revealing her selfishness and indifference.

Those disciples who had been beaten half to death by Hua Qiang had hoped that the Holy Son could guide them and show them care.

Hearing these harsh insults and seeing Xuan Qingyuan's utterly unsympathetic expression, all hope in his heart was shattered, and he was filled with disappointment and heartbreak towards Xuan Qingyuan.

The next day, after breakfast, Hua Qiang was preparing to go out.

Wenren Yu quickly Wen Dao, "Brother, where are you going again?"

Now that we've arrived at the outer gate, should we choose a master and become his disciples?

Or perhaps I could do some sect missions, accumulate points, and then exchange them for cultivation resources?

Hua Qiang casually took out a Storage Ring and stuffed it into Wenren Yu.

"I've prepared the cultivation resources for you. As for the cultivation techniques and martial arts, for now we can only work on the basic techniques we've acquired. I'll give them to you when I get the chance."

"As for becoming someone's disciple, there's no need. I don't think they're qualified to teach us!"

Wenren Yu was told off by Hua Qiang, his eyes lit up. He seemed so domineering and imposing.

"Brother, from now on I will follow you to cultivate, and you can guide me and be my master, okay?"

Hua Qiang ruffled Wenren Yu's hair and said, "Okay, everything will be arranged for you!"

Then he turned around and walked towards the door.

"Brother, you still haven't answered me. Where are you going today?"

Hua Qiang raised his hand and said as he walked, "I'm going to slay the monster!"

Wenren Yu watched Hua Qiang's figure grow smaller and smaller as he walked away. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately couldn't utter a word.

He then let out a soft sigh, closed the door, went inside, and began his cultivation.

She needs to improve her cultivation level as much as possible so that the gap between her and Hua Qiang doesn't widen, otherwise she won't be able to keep up with his pace.

At the Slaughterhouse, Sun Yiming and Li Guoxing eagerly awaited their arrival. Their eyes were fixed on the area outside the Slaughterhouse, at the corner of the mountain road, which had been there for almost half an hour.

The figure they had been waiting for had not yet appeared, making the two of them extremely anxious.

Being assigned to this Slaughterhouse to kill monsters made the two of them feel that their future was bleak and their days were going to be hard.

They really don't want to do this boring job!

Dealing with these caged monsters every day, doing the same thing over and over again, made them feel bored and they couldn't even see where the hope for the future lay.

Now a hothead has arrived, insisting on working at the Slaughterhouse, and he's practically killing them both, making them feel like their lives have reached a turning point.

This is a sure-fire way to win!

If this fool comes to help them with their work every day, they can get things done while sitting down.

The two of them could even clock in here and then leave after get off work.

Because they have fools to help them with their work.

Early this morning, the two arrived at the Slaughterhouse, only to find that Hua Qiang had not yet arrived, making them feel as if their hearts were being scratched by a cat.

Is it possible that this person came here on a whim yesterday to experience life?

Just as the two were struggling with their decision, Hua Qiang's figure finally appeared in their sight.

"Hey, junior brother, hurry up, we've been waiting for you for ages!"

Sun Yiming and Li Guoxing craned their necks, waved their hands, and loudly called out.

When Hua Qiang got closer, the two of them became incredibly enthusiastic.

He helped Hua Qiang change into his work clothes and handed the butcher to him.

The two men's expressions immediately changed, looking very heavy, even somewhat sad.

"Junior brother, my wife is about to give birth, and I might not be available today. Could you please step in?" Sun Yiming offered first.

Li Guoxing quickly added, "Junior brother, my father sent someone to deliver a message saying that he broke his leg and is currently bedridden."

Senior brother, I want to go home and take a look!

Junior brother, could you help me with some work today?

Hua Qiang glanced at the two men and chuckled inwardly. Their acting was so clumsy, yet their faces were serious, even righteous.

"My two senior brothers, everyone has difficulties and awkward moments."

"You all go ahead and do what you need to do. Leave the Slaughterhouse to me, your junior brother!"

"Thank you, junior brother. I've brought you a gift!"

After exchanging a few polite words, the two took off running and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And today, that fat butler didn't even show his face.

Hua Qiang, carrying the butcher's knife, turned and entered the Slaughterhouse, then laughed heartily, "Slaughter Points, here I come!"