Qingyuan Confronts Randeng: Hao's Old Lamp, Shame of the Innate Demon Gods!

Golden Crow hung high in the sky, casting ten thousand golden rays to illuminate the mountains and rivers.

At the Jiangyue River.

Moonlight was soft and bright, the river scenery as captivating as a painting.

By the river's edge.

On the massive arena, a Figure in Black suddenly leaped down from the air, one slap sending Taiyi and Huanglong flying, his face icy as he said, "What are you dogs barking about here?"

As his words fell.

Once the crowd recognized the newcomer, the Jie Sect erupted in cheers and jubilation.

"Senior Disciple Brother is back!"

"Heh, don't even mention it. That style of Senior Disciple Brother slapping two people flying with one hand—I'm afraid I'd spend my whole life's effort and still never grasp it!"

"From now on, I'm going to slap two people flying with one hand too!!"

"Look, now that Senior Disciple Brother is back, those Chan Sect bastards all have ugly faces but don't dare say a word!!"

"Yeah, look at Huanglong and Taiyi—they were shouting so loud just now, but now they don't even dare fart..."

Seeing that it was Qingyuan who had returned.

The Jie Sect disciples familiar with Qingyuan were beyond excited.

Joyful grins spread across their faces.

One after another, they sang his praises.

As for those disciples who had joined the Jie Sect only after Qingyuan had set out to wander the Primordial Wilderness.

They carefully sized up Qingyuan.

The more they looked.

The more awe they felt.

Senior Disciple Brother wore a black robe, his face warm as jade, his sword-like eyes deep as the Primordial Stars sea, his sharp, handsome coldness revealing the pride of a great sect's disciple. His black hair blew back in the wind like a wild demon's dance, exuding untamed freedom. His tall, straight figure stood like the backbone of heaven itself, firm and unshakable. Just standing there, he was like a stabilizing pillar, giving an indescribable sense of security!

Handsome.

Senior Disciple Brother was just too handsome. That cold, proud bearing and the style of slapping two Chan Sect direct disciples flying with one hand—they could never learn it in a lifetime!!

Most of the Jie Sect disciples who had resented Qingyuan.

After witnessing Senior Disciple Brother's presence, felt awe rise in their hearts.

On the Chan Sect side.

Guangchengzi and the others, who had been beaten down by Qingyuan, recognized his return and felt an inexplicable fear rise within them. Their legs trembled slightly, and Juliusun even had half a foot buried in the ground, ready to escape via earth遁 at any moment.

Those who had never seen Qingyuan—Lingbao, Yuding, Daoxing, Qingxu, and others.

Were also shaken by such a presence.

He descended from the sky, single-handedly turned the Jie Sect's defeat around, and silenced the entire scene with his own power. Even Senior Disciple Brothers didn't dare speak?

Daoist Randeng frowned slightly, watching, his heart stirring faintly.

This man had a fine appearance!

Though he had been born at the dawn of creation and witnessed countless heroes and champions, he had never seen anyone with such bearing or such a face. This was a rare elegance and grace in the Primordial Wilderness. Was this the style of the Jie Sect's Senior Disciple Brother?

Randeng instinctively looked at the Chan Sect immortals.

Old, short, fat, thin... still trembling there. What was going on? Were they afraid?

How could every single one of them be so unsightly??

Daoist Randeng collected his emotions.

He looked up at the Youth in Black before him and, rare for him, smiled. "This must be Nephew Qingyuan, right? This Humble One is Randeng. A few hundred years ago, I had the fortune to take refuge under Senior Brother Yuanshi and join the Chan Sect, now serving as Vice Sect Leader. Nephew truly lives up to being the First Disciple of the Intercepting Sect—your bearing is extraordinary!"

Seeing this, Duobao on the arena felt some resentment.

Why, when I came earlier and greeted you with a bow, you ignored me completely.

But when Qingyuan arrives, slaps two of your Chan Sect Inner Sect Disciples flying, and calls you Old Lamp, you suddenly have plenty to say?

Qingyuan ignored Daoist Randeng.

He wiped his slapping hand.

Turned his head to look at Guangchengzi. "It's been years, and it seems Guangchengzi Junior Disciple Brother's skin is itching again. Need your elder brother to give you another rub?"

"You, you..."

Guangchengzi lost face in front of everyone.

His old face flushed red.

But he didn't know what to say.

Huanglong came to his senses, instinctively opened his mouth to retort, but caught Qingyuan's sharp gaze, shrank his neck in fear, and pretended to look at the scenery.

True Person Taiyi saw him coming, hummed a tune, and pretended not to notice.

This scene left the Chan Sect Inner Sect Disciples who entered afterward utterly stunned, unable to believe their eyes.

How could they know?

Last time, Qingyuan had disciplined the Chan Sect immortals on Yuqing Peak, and Venerable Yuanshi hadn't raised a single objection!

"Nephew Qingyuan, I say—"

Daoist Randeng was displeased that Qingyuan ignored him.

But the moment he spoke, Qingyuan cut him off. "Junior Disciple Guangchengzi, I wish to ask what exactly happened, and why such a commotion arose at Jiangyue River?"

"I—"

"Nephew Qingyuan, perhaps you should let me speak first—"

"Junior Disciple Guangchengzi, will you give me an explanation? What caused today's incident?"

"Qingyuan... Senior Disciple Qing, actually, I—"

"Enough!!!"

Having been interrupted repeatedly by a junior, Daoist Randeng could no longer hold back. He erupted with his aura. "Qingyuan!! I am, after all, your elder! As the senior disciple of the Jie Sect, do you have no sense of propriety? You've cut me off time and again—you, an Innate Divine Being, how can you be so rude?!"

Boom!

The aura of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal exploded, vast as the heavens and deep as the abyss, shaking the cosmos.

Even a sliver of it silenced every living being present, no matter how unruly, filling them with awe and terror!!

But Qingyuan, who had witnessed the aura of Nine Infants, a Quasi-Saint of the Demon Race's Heavenly Court, was not crushed.

He raised his head, stared at Daoist Randeng, and sneered, "Old Lamp, you still know what propriety is? Then what are you doing now? Can what you've done be called propriety?"

"You are one of the Innate Demon Gods from the creation of the Primordial Wilderness, one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, of the same generation as my master, Sect Master Tongtian, and others. You even joined my Second Martial Uncle Venerable Yuanshi's Chan Sect as Vice Sect Leader—how noble is your status? How many in the Primordial Wilderness can claim a higher station than you? How fortunate you are to be Vice Sect Leader under my Second Martial Uncle, to accompany a Saint and hear the sacred Dao!!"

"Yet what have you done since joining the Chan Sect?"

"As Vice Sect Leader of the Chan Sect, you have neither guided the disciples in their cultivation nor tempered their minds. You have not maintained harmony between the Chan and Jie Sects. Instead, you have repeatedly disregarded your status and dignity to strike at juniors—can that be called propriety? Not only have you allowed the Twelve Immortals of Chan to clash with the Disciples of the Jie Sect, but you have even escalated such behavior!!"

"Do you not know that clear lotus, green lotus leaves, and white lotus roots—the three sects were originally one family?"

"Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing were once one body—brothers whose bones may break but whose sinews remain connected. Yet today, you indulge in and even provoke discord among the brotherly bonds of the Saints. What is your true intention?!"

Boom!!

These sharp, piercing words struck Daoist Randeng's ears.

His face twisted dramatically, his body trembling violently from fear and some nameless emotion. His chest heaved, and his breath grew heavy as he said, "You, you're spouting nonsense!! I am merely protecting my disciples from being bullied by outsiders—how dare you paint me in such a vile light?!"

"Hahahahaha, vile? What part of your conduct deserves praise?"

Qingyuan laughed arrogantly, standing firm against Randeng's aura. "You set up a challenge arena here, pitting the disciples of Chan and Jie against each other, forcing brothers to compete for victory and defeat. No matter who wins or loses, feelings will be hurt—is this how a Vice Sect Leader of the Chan Sect should act?!"

"Truly, you are the shame of the Innate Demon Gods, the tail-ender among the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace—utterly contemptible!!!"

"You... you!!!"

Daoist Randeng's face flushed red, and he was so enraged that his heartblood surged backward.

He pointed at Qingyuan in fury.

Qingyuan slapped his hand away and sneered with disdain. "Silence, you white-haired old thief! You are an Innate Demon God, one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, yet you have no shame in striking at juniors, destroying the brotherly bonds of my master, and still dare to spout nonsense here! That there exists a shameless wretch like you in this world is truly a disgrace!!!"

"You you you!!!!!"

Daoist Randeng, red-faced with rage, furiously flicked his sleeve and fled the scene in panic.

This sight

left everyone present utterly dumbfounded.

A mere Minor Golden Immortal had driven off a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal by sheer words?!

"How arrogant you are!"

"That's right! You criticized Teacher Randeng, but what about you injuring my Senior Disciple Taiyi and Senior Disciple Huanglong earlier? How do you explain that?"

Yuding, Lingbao, and the others who had joined the Chan Sect later spoke out in indignation.

Qingyuan ignored them and turned to Guangchengzi instead. "Junior Disciple Guangchengzi, will you leave on your own, or shall I see you out?"

Guangchengzi's face darkened. He took a deep breath and said, "We'll leave!"

"Senior Disciple Brother, this—"

"Leave!!"

Guangchengzi flew away without looking back.

The Chan Sect immortals exchanged glances, then reluctantly departed.

Afterward, the Jie Sect disciples erupted in cheers like a mountain flood or a tidal wave.

So this is the Senior Disciple Brother?

Too fierce!!!!