The White Crane Boy Who Relied on Others' Power

"You dare to hit me?"

White Crane Boy scrambled up from the ground, clutching his swollen face in disbelief.

His voice was slurred because Daoist Duobao had knocked out all his teeth with a single slap.

Here in the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, even Daoist Randeng, the Vice Sect Master of the Chan Sect, and the Twelve Golden Immortals wouldn't dare offend him in the slightest.

Which of the Chan Sect's third-generation disciples didn't call him Senior Disciple Brother?

White Crane Boy, accustomed to his arrogance, gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Daoist Duobao to shreds right then and there.

But he seemed to have forgotten that the mountain-protecting grand formation personally set up by Venerable Primordial was like nothing before Daoist Duobao.

White Crane Boy spread his wings, transforming into a streak of light that flashed before Daoist Duobao in an instant. He thrust his Immortal Sword fiercely towards his heart.

Clang!

The Immortal Sword trembled, and his hand cracked. The intense pain stimulated his senses.

The Daoist before him had blocked his attack, which was comparable to a Grand Luo Golden Immortal's, with just a single finger.

Only then did he sense something was wrong, and a cold sweat broke out.

"Escape!"

He had no intention of fighting any further.

Daoist Duobao grabbed White Crane Boy's Immortal Sword and crushed it into pieces with a single squeeze.

Although this Immortal Sword wasn't a supreme treasure, it was still a Postnatal Spiritual Treasure.

White Crane Boy let out a strange cry, reverted to his true form as a celestial crane, and soared upwards, fleeing with all his might.

As long as he could get inside the Jade Void Palace, he would be safe.

After all, no one would be foolish enough to attack within a Saint's palace.

"Did I say you could leave?"

Daoist Duobao's icy voice suddenly appeared behind him.

White Crane Boy looked back in shock. Daoist Duobao was already standing on his back, his hand, which had crushed the Postnatal Spiritual Treasure, gripping his neck.

"Uncle-Master, spare me!"

Only then did White Crane Boy start begging for mercy, otherwise, he might truly die at this guy's hands.

Daoist Duobao uttered two words: "Go back!"

White Crane Boy had no choice but to change direction, bringing him back to the foot of Kunlun Mountain and in front of Ye Changqing.

"Senior Uncle Ye, spare me!"

"It was my fault for being blind, for not recognizing the esteemed Senior Uncles and Martial Uncles of the Jie Cult..."

"I deserve this!"

Slap, slap, slap!

White Crane Boy knelt before Ye Changqing, continuously slapping himself.

Ye Changqing narrowed his eyes, the killing intent within them palpable.

White Crane Boy trembled all over, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, daring not to show any further disrespect.

"Your life will be spared, but you cannot escape punishment."

"Such a violent temper at such a young age warrants a good lesson!"

Ye Changqing spoke slowly.

The Jie Cult disciples behind him, already eager, rushed forward and surrounded White Crane Boy.

"You... what are you doing?"

"This is the Jade Void Palace..."

White Crane Boy looked at the group of burly men surrounding him, his voice hoarse with fear.

The only response was the lewd laughter of the Jie Cult disciples.

"Heh heh!"

"Heh heh heh..."

The kind female disciples of the Jie Cult couldn't help but cover their eyes, peeking through their fingers.

"Ah!"

"Ahhh..."

As White Crane Boy's screams echoed across Kunlun Mountain, his feathers were plucked clean.

Qilin Cliff on Kunlun Mountain, once the residence of Jie Cult disciples, had now been converted into a secret chamber for Chan Sect disciples' closed-door cultivation.

True Person Huang Long had been living here since his dojo was destroyed by Guang Chengzi last time.

Just as he emerged from his seclusion, he suddenly heard familiar screams.

What outrage!

To think someone would dare cause trouble on Kunlun Mountain; they're truly audacious.

True Person Huang Long conjured a cloud and rushed down the mountain, seeking an opportunity to earn merit.

"You have such gall!"

"To dare on..."

Before he even arrived, his voice echoed throughout Kunlun.

But when he clearly saw the dense crowd of figures below, the rest of his words got stuck in his throat.

Especially when those burly men surrounding White Crane Boy suddenly turned their heads, their eyes glowing red.

Danger!

True Person Huang Long cursed his own loose tongue and turned back without a second word.

"Uncle-Master Huang Long, save me..."

White Crane Boy, now like a plucked chicken, cried out to him.

As expected, this immediately drew the attention of the ruffians who had attacked him.

It was clear they hadn't vented all their anger yet.

"Damn it!"

True Person Huang Long sighed, cursing White Crane Boy countless times in his heart.

Ye Changqing hadn't expected to run into this fellow here, which was truly excellent.

He smiled and greeted True Person Huang Long, "I didn't expect Junior Brother Huang Long to be here as well; we truly have fate!"

"All of you, stand down. For Junior Brother Huang Long's sake, I'll let him off this time."

True Person Huang Long immediately bowed in thanks, "Then thank you, Senior Disciple Brother Ye!"

Seeing their "mutual admiration," White Crane Boy's eyes held an unreadable expression.

So, this Huang Long really did have close ties with the Jie Cult members!

With nowhere to vent his frustration, he ultimately blamed Huang Long for everything.

When the Saint returns from beyond the heavens, he would report this matter truthfully.

True Person Huang Long was still unaware that he had already been resented.

However, Ye Changqing giving him such face made him a little smug.

Normally, this White Crane Boy was accustomed to bullying others with his status and acting arrogantly.

Ye Changqing's actions had also helped him vent some of his anger.

"Why aren't you quickly opening the formation to invite our fellow Daoists from the Jie Cult in?"

True Person Huang Long snorted coldly and ordered White Crane Boy, who remained unmoved, "Hmph!"

"You!"

White Crane Boy was furious, but the fierce gazes of the surrounding Jie Cult disciples made him swallow his rage.

And so, True Person Huang Long led the grand procession up the mountain!

White Crane Boy glared venomously at their departing backs, then turned to report to other places.

Qilin Cliff, this could also be considered a good place.

It was formed from the ancestor of the Qilin clan, the First Qilin, and naturally possessed a unique aura.

Ye Changqing revisited the place, looking at the traces of his past life, and couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions.

To ensure his Senior Brother had no regrets, Daoist Duobao gave the order, and the Jie Cult disciples began using their divine abilities to pack everything up and take it back to Golden Ao Island.

Since Kunlun Mountain was once the shared dojo of the Three Pure Ones, it should also have a place for their Jie Cult.

This was perfectly reasonable!

Ling Ya Xian, one of the Seven Attendant Immortals, had the form of a white elephant, the same White Elephant Spirit from the later Journey to the West.

His divine strength was astonishing; he alone lifted the entire Qilin Cliff with his abilities.

The other Jie Cult disciples applauded and cheered, not to be outdone, and began a thorough sweep.

"This..."

True Person Huang Long broke out in a cold sweat watching this. Just as he was about to intervene, Ye Changqing pulled him aside to talk.

Ye Changqing glanced back at Yunxiao. This Qilin Cliff indeed should not remain here.