Jie Sect's Daoist Duobao is Defeated, Morale Plummets; Senior Disciple Brother Returns!

"Let's go! Together!"

"Senior Disciple Brother Duobao is truly mighty!! This is the spirit a Disciple of the Sect of Interception ought to have!"

"Senior Disciple Brother Duobao, don't be afraid. If Senior Disciple Brother returns and wants to punish you, I'll take the punishment for you!!"

"That's right. If Senior Disciple Brother makes a move, I'll be the first to block him. Senior Disciple Brother Duobao is so righteous that even if Senior Disciple Brother returns, he'll have no reason to fault you."

"What Senior Disciple Brother? I've been with the Jie Sect for a thousand years, and I only know Senior Disciple Brother Duobao. He's the only one I recognize!"

"I've been with the Jie Sect for over two thousand years and never seen any Senior Disciple Brother. If he dares to cause trouble for Senior Disciple Brother Duobao, I'll cause trouble for him..."

Outside the Inspection Department.

A great number of Jie Sect disciples cheered and leaped with joy.

Among the crowd, Yun Zhongzi, Wuzhiqi, Yuan Hong, and the Six Scholars of Plum Mountain furrowed their brows slightly.

Seeing the many disciples rallying around Daoist Duobao as he departed.

They followed behind.

Yuan Hong said worriedly, "Senior Disciple Brother Yun Zhongzi, things seem to be taking a bad turn. Master said he was going to Wuyi Mountain to seek an opportunity. With Master's abilities, he likely won't run into any trouble in the Primordial Wilderness, but the Primordial Wilderness is far too vast and boundless. What if he can't return for a while? I feel like Uncle-Master Duobao is deliberately trying to sow discord between the disciples and Master!"

"Heh, this damn Duobao is deliberately provoking a fight!"

Wuzhiqi's face was cold as he sneered, "Master is just out training in the Primordial Wilderness, not dead. When Master returns, we must tell him clearly about Duobao's dark heart and have him removed from his position as Deputy Director!!"

"Come, let's first see what's happening."

Yun Zhongzi shook his head.

Then the group followed behind Daoist Duobao, heading toward the Jiangyue River millions of li away.

This river was also vast and boundless, its surface tranquil and clear to the bottom. The riverbanks were shaded by green trees and covered in patches of fragrant grass. Flocks of white cranes played by the water, and beasts approached to drink and rest.

What drew even more attention.

Was a massive, translucent Chaos Spirit Stone lying on the riverbed.

Under the light of the Primordial Wilderness's sun, this Chaos Spirit Stone emitted a warm, orange-gold radiance as bright as moonlight, shining in all directions. It not only attracted Innate Spiritual Energy to converge but also drew vast Dao resonance and the essence of the sun and moon, which gathered like swallows returning to their nests, creating a blessed cave-heaven.

But at this moment.

At this blessed cave-heaven.

A large number of Jie Sect disciples were arguing with gritted teeth, even summoning their magic treasures to fight.

Surrounded in the middle.

Was none other than Guangchengzi and his group from the Chan Sect.

Only now, the number of Chan Sect disciples had increased by a few.

Each one was above the Mystic Immortal realm, with imposing auras and haughty expressions, sneering and mocking the Jie Sect disciples with contempt.

Among them.

True Person Taiyi and Daoist Huanglong had become the main force of insults.

They provoked the Jie Sect disciples until their tempers flared.

Unfortunately.

The gaunt Daoist at the lead summoned a dim lamp, its faint light forming a barrier that blocked all attacks. He said arrogantly, "What? Is there not a single Jie Sect disciple brave enough to step onto the arena and challenge me? This Seat is willing to suppress my cultivation to match any challenger. Even after I've gone this far, none of you dare to step forward. Is this the caliber of Jie Sect disciples?"

"Cowards who bully the weak and swarm the strong, heh..."

Hearing Daoist Randeng's words.

Countless Jie Sect disciples were furious and restless. Just then, a large group of disciples escorted Daoist Duobao as he approached.

"Senior Disciple Brother Duobao is here!"

"Senior Disciple Brother Duobao's skill is no less than Senior Disciple Brother's. With him here, I'd like to see who from the Chan Sect can still act arrogant today. Senior Disciple Brother Duobao, teach the Chan Sect a good lesson!!"

"What do you mean no less than Senior Disciple Brother? Over the years, I've only seen Senior Disciple Brother Duobao's skill. I've never seen any Senior Disciple Brother..."

Many Jie Sect disciples excitedly discussed.

Over the years, they had only seen Daoist Duobao, the Deputy Director of the Inspection Department, step forward to suppress fellow disciples who committed violence and wrongdoing. No matter how skilled the opponent, they couldn't last more than a few exchanges under Senior Disciple Brother Duobao.

Naturally, they held great faith in him.

"Silence."

Daoist Duobao simply raised his hand to signal quiet, and the entire crowd fell silent.

He fixed his gaze on the group of Chan Sect disciples surrounded in the middle.

His eyes finally settled on Daoist Randeng.

He landed on the ground.

Bowed to Daoist Randeng and said, "Duobao pays respects to Uncle-Master Randeng."

Daoist Randeng was one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace.

Also an Innate Demon God.

His seniority is on the same level as Sect Master Tongtian, so calling him 'Uncle Master' is not wrong.

"Mm, you at least have some manners, unlike these wet-born, egg-hatched beasts with fur and horns, who keep shouting 'Randeng' and 'that thieving Daoist' without a shred of courtesy."

Daoist Randeng smiled faintly.

This only further enraged the surrounding Jie Sect disciples, who kept cursing him as an old thief without pause.

"It is my failure in discipline. Once we return, I will certainly teach these disciples properly—first, to correct their disrespect toward elders, and second, to follow the Senior Disciple Brother's intent and strictly punish any Jie Sect disciple who violates the rules!"

Daoist Duobao let another light remark slip out.

It stirred up indignation among the Jie Sect disciples.

Most of those who had joined the Jie Sect later and had never seen Qingyuan were especially hostile toward this Senior Disciple Brother of the Jie Sect.

"You dead rat, I'll fucking kill you right now..."

Wuzhiqi flew into a rage, pulling an iron rod from his ear and swinging it at Daoist Duobao in the distance, but Yun Zhongzi blocked him, saying sternly, "Junior Brother, hold your tongue for now. Wait until the master returns to discuss this."

"Tch! What's the point of all this holding back and enduring? I'm out!"

Wuzhiqi shoved Yun Zhongzi's hand away heavily and stormed off in fury.

"Senior Disciple Brother..."

Yuan Hong looked worried.

Whether because of their similar forms or some unseen bond, he and Wuzhiqi got along very well.

"It's fine. Let Junior Brother go calm down."

Yun Zhongzi shook his head.

"Then I'll go check on Second Senior Brother."

Yuan Hong left Yun Zhongzi behind and ran in the direction Wuzhiqi had gone.

"Mm, it's good to discipline them properly. Your Jie Sect has too many disciples with a Stubborn and Wicked Nature—they're a disaster waiting to happen. Once something breaks out, it will drag too many people down."

Daoist Randeng swept his gaze around with disdain.

Daoist Duobao didn't know what to say and frowned. "Uncle Master said you wish to compete with our Jie Sect. How exactly shall we compete?"

"Dharma combat, divine powers, escape arts, alchemy, artifacts, arrays, yin-yang, the five elements, physical cultivation—anything can be compared. Just name it, and This Seat will not refuse. This Seat will also suppress my cultivation to the same level as yours. If you win even one event, we lose, and Chan Sect disciples will yield to Jie Sect disciples from now on. But if your Jie Sect loses, you must admit that Jie Sect is inferior to Chan Sect. How about it?"

Daoist Randeng smiled, but it only stirred up murmurs among the Jie Sect disciples.

A dignified Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal had no shame at all!

Suppressing his cultivation to the level of a junior lower than himself, then competing with that junior?

To even say such a thing.

Where had his face gone?

If it were anyone else, they certainly wouldn't accept such terms.

But Daoist Duobao had presided over the Inspection Department for many years, his Dao had advanced and his cultivation had grown, and suddenly a thought struck him.

If Senior Disciple Brother Qingyuan were here.

What would he do?

He would probably step forward and accept, defeat Daoist Randeng, and establish his authority before the many Jie Sect disciples, wouldn't he?

A Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was strong.

But he was also a disciple of a Saint. Surely he couldn't lose in every single event?

As if guided by some unseen force, Daoist Duobao agreed.

Then.

A spectacular dharma battle unfolded before the disciples of the Xuan Sect.

But unfortunately.

No matter how Daoist Duobao fought, or what he competed in.

In the end, he was always just a hair's breadth away from beating Daoist Randeng. This cracked Daoist Duobao's usually steady state of mind, and in the following bouts, he grew increasingly chaotic and was easily defeated by Daoist Randeng.

On the massive arena.

Daoist Randeng looked at the dejected Duobao with a smile. "Nephew, is there anything else you wish to compete in?"

"I lost."

Daoist Duobao shook his head, his expression sour.

"Hahahaha! The Jie Sect lost! So this arrogant Jie Sect is all bark and no bite!! Trash!"

"I thought you were so impressive, but it turns out you're only this much?"

Daoist Huanglong laughed mockingly: "If you lose, admit it! Surely not a single Jie Sect disciple here has any spine? Too scared to admit defeat? Say it! Say that Jie Sect is inferior to Chan Sect!!"

"Just a bunch of beasts. You expect them to keep their word? Hahahaha! I knew they were faithless all along!"

Taiyi added fuel to the fire from the side: "Let's go, no fun, really no fun!"

Seeing this scene.

The Jie Sect disciples were so furious their breath smoked, their eyes splitting at the seams, yet utterly helpless, suffocating with rage!!

"Who says my Jie Sect lost? Haven't I yet to spar with that old bastard Randeng?"

Just then.

A resonant voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Immediately after, the massive Golden-Winged Great Peng glided from the sky to the ground, a figure leaping down from the eagle's back, crashing heavily onto the earth, and casually slapping Taiyi and Huanglong flying away with a single palm.

When they saw who it was.

Many Jie Sect disciples were overjoyed.

"It's Senior Disciple Brother, he's back!!!"