The White Crane Boy, Throwing His Weight Around

"You dare hit me?"

The White Crane Boy scrambled to his feet and covered his swollen face, disbelief written all over it.

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

In the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, not even Daoist Randeng, the Vice Sect Master of Chan, or the Twelve Golden Immortals dared offend him in the slightest.

Which Third Generation Disciple of the Chan Sect didn't call him Senior Disciple Brother when they saw him?

The White Crane Boy, long accustomed to throwing his weight around, gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Daoist Duobao limb from limb right then and there.

But he seemed to have forgotten that the mountain-protecting formation personally laid down by Venerable Primordial was as good as nonexistent before Daoist Duobao.

The White Crane Boy spread his wings and became a streak of light. In the blink of an eye, he was before Duobao, thrusting his sword fiercely toward Duobao's heart.

Clang!

The sword trembled violently, and the web between his thumb and forefinger split open. Agonizing pain seared through him.

The Daoist before him had blocked a strike comparable to one from a Grand Luo Golden Immortal with just a single finger.

Only then did he sense something was wrong. Cold sweat broke out all over him.

"Run!"

He had lost all desire to fight.

Daoist Duobao grabbed the White Crane Boy's sword and crushed it with a squeeze, shattering it into pieces.

The sword might not have been a supreme treasure, but it was still a Postnatal Spiritual Treasure.

The White Crane Boy let out a strange cry, reverted to his true crane form, and soared into the sky, fleeing with all his might.

As long as he made it into the Jade Void Palace, he would be safe.

After all, nobody was bold enough to attack within a sage's palace.

"Did I say you could leave?"

Daoist Duobao's icy voice suddenly rang out behind him.

When the White Crane Boy looked back, he was horrified to see Duobao standing on his back, one hand—the same hand that had crushed a Postnatal Spiritual Treasure—clamped around his neck.

"Martial Uncle, spare me!"

Only then did the White Crane Boy start begging for mercy. Otherwise, he really might die at this man's hands.

Daoist Duobao uttered two words: "Turn back!"

The White Crane Boy had no choice but to change direction and carry him back to the foot of Kunlun Mountain, where Ye Changqing stood.

"Uncle Ye, spare me!"

"I was blind and failed to recognize the esteemed Martial Uncles and Martial Aunts of the Interception Sect..."

"I deserve to be beaten!"

The White Crane Boy knelt before Ye Changqing and slapped himself over and over.

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

The White Crane Boy shuddered all over, as if he'd fallen into an icy pit, and didn't dare show the slightest disrespect again.

"You may be spared death, but you won't escape punishment."

"You're so young, yet already so vicious. You need a proper lesson!"

Ye Changqing said slowly.

The Interception Sect disciples behind him were already rubbing their hands together impatiently. They surged forward and surrounded the White Crane Boy.

"Y-you... What are you doing?"

"This is the Jade Void Palace..."

Surrounded by a crowd of burly men, the White Crane Boy's voice grew hoarse with fear.

The only response was the Interception Sect disciples' lecherous laughter.

"Heh heh!"

"Heh heh heh..."

The kindhearted female disciples of the Interception Sect couldn't help covering their eyes, peeking through their fingers.

"Ah!"

"Ahhh..."

As the White Crane Boy's screams echoed across Kunlun Mountain, every last feather was plucked from his body.

Qilin Cliff on Kunlun Mountain had once been the residence of the Interception Sect disciples. Now it had been turned into a collection of secluded cultivation chambers for the Chan Sect disciples.

True Person Huang Long had lived there ever since Guang Chengzi destroyed his dojo the last time.

Just after emerging from seclusion, he suddenly heard a string of familiar screams.

Unacceptable!

Someone actually dared to cause trouble on Kunlun Mountain? What audacity!

True Person Huang Long summoned a cloud and hurried down the mountain, eager to seize a chance to earn some merit.

"You have some nerve!"

"How dare you..."

Before he even arrived, his voice had already carried across Kunlun.

But when he saw the densely packed figures below, the rest of his words caught in his throat.

Especially when the burly men surrounding the White Crane Boy suddenly turned to look at him, their eyes glowing red.

Danger!

True Person Huang Long regretted ever opening his mouth. Without another word, he turned and ran.

"Martial Uncle Huang Long, save me..."

The White Crane Boy, now plucked bare like a chicken, called out to him in human speech.

Sure enough, that drew the attention of those who'd been striking him from behind.

They clearly hadn't vented all their anger yet.

"Damn it!"

True Person Huang Long sighed and cursed the White Crane Boy a hundred times over in his heart.

Ye Changqing hadn't expected to run into this fellow here. What a pleasant surprise.

He smiled and greeted True Person Huang Long. "I didn't expect you to be here too, Junior Brother Huang Long. What a coincidence!"

"Everyone, 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 I thank you, Senior Disciple Brother Ye!"

Seeing the two of them act so "fondly" toward each other, the White Crane Boy's eyes betrayed a strange thought.

So Huang Long really did have close ties with those people from the Interception Sect!

With nowhere to vent his resentment, he eventually blamed Huang Long for everything.

When the Sage returned from beyond the heavens, he would report the whole matter truthfully.

True Person Huang Long had no idea he'd already earned someone's hatred.

Still, Ye Changqing's show of respect made him rather pleased with himself.

That White Crane Boy had always been used to throwing his weight around and bullying others.

Ye Changqing's actions had also helped Huang Long vent some of his own anger.

"Why don't you hurry up and open the formation, and invite our fellow Daoists from the Interception Sect in?"

True Person Huang Long gave a cold snort and ordered the White Crane Boy, who had yet to move.

"You!"

The White Crane Boy flew into a rage, but the fierce glares of the Interception Sect disciples around him made him swallow it back down.

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

The White Crane Boy watched them leave with venom in his eyes, then turned and went to report what had happened elsewhere.

Qilin Cliff was quite a fine place.

It had been formed from the body of First Qilin, the ancestor of the Qilin Clan, so it naturally possessed a remarkable atmosphere.

Returning to this old haunt and seeing the traces of the life he'd once left there, Ye Changqing couldn't help sighing with emotion.

To ensure his Senior Disciple Brother had no regrets, Daoist Duobao gave the order, and the Interception Sect disciples used their divine abilities to prepare to pack everything up and take it back to Golden Ao Island.

After all, Kunlun Mountain had once been the shared dojo of the Three Pure Ones. Surely the Interception Sect had a share in it too.

That made perfect sense!

Ling Ya Xian, one of the Seven Attendant Immortals, was a White Elephant—the very same kind as the White Elephant fiend from Journey to the West.

His strength was astonishing. With his divine abilities alone, he lifted the entire Qilin Cliff.

The other Interception Sect disciples applauded, unwilling to be outdone, and began a great sweep of their own.

"This..."

True Person Huang Long watched with cold sweat streaming down his back. Just as he was about to stop them, Ye Changqing pulled him aside to talk.

Ye Changqing glanced back at Yunxiao. Qilin Cliff really shouldn't be left here.