"Uh..."
Looking at Guang Chengzi, whose long hair had been plucked halfway out, True Person Huang Long hesitated.
Ye Changqing eyed him suspiciously. "What is it, Junior Brother Huang Long?"
But the cold sneer at the corner of Ye Changqing's mouth frightened True Person Huang Long. He didn't dare plead for Guang Chengzi.
"Ah..."
"Huang Long, you traitor!"
Guang Chengzi wailed and cursed True Person Huang Long.
"Did I say you could speak?"
Ye Changqing said, clearly displeased, and the Jie Sect Disciples grew even rougher.
Before long, every hair on Guang Chengzi's body had been plucked out.
With his shiny bald head and tattered clothes, he looked like a disciple of the Western Sect.
He'd gone bald, but he didn't seem to have grown any stronger.
Ye Changqing looked at Kunlun Mountain, which was just as bald, then stood and brushed the dust off himself.
"Thank you, Junior Brother Huang Long, for inviting us to visit!"
True Person Huang Long: ???
Only after all the Jie Sect's immortals had disappeared from view did he finally come to his senses and realize something was wrong.
Sure enough, Guang Chengzi was giving him a very strange look.
A murderous glint in his eyes, True Person Huang Long wondered whether he should kill Guang Chengzi and pin the blame on Ye Changqing.
After all, he'd endured Guang Chengzi's bullying for years and had a bellyful of pent-up fury.
He figured that even if Venerable Primordial found out, his relationship with Ye Changqing would let him seek refuge with him.
And with the status of a Jie Sect Disciple, Sect Master Tongtian would surely protect him.
Just as he hesitated, several streaks of light came flying from the horizon and transformed into other Chan Sect Disciples, all brimming with anger.
Daoist Randeng gave a cold snort. "Where are Ye Changqing and the others?"
"We absolutely can't let that rabble get away!"
True Lord of Morality chimed in, "I swear I'll never rest until I've settled things with them!"
Watching them stand ready for a fight, each with a magical treasure in hand, Guang Chengzi was speechless.
Ye Changqing and the others had just left, and now they'd all gathered at Kunlun Mountain. They weren't even trying to hide their act.
"Guang Chengzi, are you all right?"
Daoist Randeng had "just noticed" Guang Chengzi's wretched state. He clasped both his hands and asked after him.
He slapped his forehead and reproached himself. "It's my fault. I had a sudden realization a few days ago and went into seclusion, so I got the news a little late."
"You've suffered!"
Guang Chengzi didn't even feel like forcing out a laugh.
Immortal Weng of the South Pole had been delayed by the long journey. On the way, he'd also run into Ye Changqing's group and had to hide, so he arrived late.
Riding a Plum Blossom Deer, he came through the clouds with White Crane Boy following behind him.
White Crane Boy stared at Guang Chengzi in surprise, almost failing to recognize him.
All his feathers had been plucked out, and after taking human form he was bald too, looking just like Guang Chengzi.
The two of them shared the same miserable fate, and couldn't help feeling a kinship.
Then their furious gazes both fell on True Person Huang Long.
True Person Huang Long: ???
What the hell!
I wasn't the one who did this to you. Why are you looking at me?
After leaving Kunlun Mountain, Ye Changqing didn't head for the next destination. Instead, he went to Shouyang Mountain.
Ling Ya Xian had already been waiting there for a long time, carrying Qilin Cliff.
He'd once said that Kunlun Mountain was the shared inheritance of the Three Pure Ones, so the Jie Sect and Human Sect were entitled to a share.
Though they hadn't taken their shares when the Three Pure Ones split up, it was only right to reclaim them now.
Ye Changqing had also brought the Human Sect's share to Shouyang Mountain for his Uncle-Master Laozi.
Shouyang Mountain, Eight Sceneries Palace.
After the Three Pure Ones split up, Laozi had settled here.
One day, Grand Master Xuandu was refining pills in the Eight Sceneries Palace. Just as the pills were about to be ready, his eyelids began to twitch.
He suddenly had a bad feeling!
Boom!
A deafening crash rang out, and the Eight Sceneries Palace began to collapse.
Grand Master Xuandu was buried in the rubble.
It turned out that Ye Changqing had simply ordered the Jie Sect's immortals to drop the Human Sect's share from the sky onto Shouyang Mountain.
"Ah!"
With a furious roar, Grand Master Xuandu shot up from the ruins.
The Heaven and Earth Yellow Exquisite Pagoda hovered above his head, and strands of yellow-black energy descended to shield him.
He was unharmed, but the Eight Sceneries Palace and an entire cauldron of pills had been destroyed.
Those were the immortal herbs he'd painstakingly cultivated for tens of thousands of years. He'd been about to refine a pill that would aid in Slaying the Corpse.
It was all ruined!
"It's all your fault..."
"It's all of yours!"
Grand Master Xuandu shouted hysterically, looking like a madman.
But the last shred of reason he had left calmed him down again.
Before his master, Laozi, had left, he'd told him never to provoke Ye Changqing.
Besides, however arrogant he might be, he couldn't stand against the Jie Sect's army.
Ye Changqing pointed at the shattered Qilin Cliff and told him, "This is the portion of Kunlun Mountain that your Human Sect was entitled to."
"No need to thank me!"
Seeing that Grand Master Xuandu had no intention of fighting, the Jie Sect Disciples felt a little disappointed.
What a shame to let such a good opportunity go to waste!
"Duobao, take them back first!"
"Once you're back, tell them not to leave the island. Make sure the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation is activated."
Ye Changqing called Duobao over and gave him instructions.
Venerable Primordial was petty to the extreme. After suffering such humiliation, he'd surely retaliate.
As long as the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was active on Golden Ao Island, everyone would be safe.
Ye Changqing kept only San Xiao and Zhao Gongming by his side. He had other plans for them.
On Kunlun Mountain, the Chan Sect Disciples silently looked at their now-bare home, with only the Jade Void Palace left.
Strange signs began appearing in the sky. Auspicious clouds gathered, golden lotuses bloomed, and Purple Qi Comes from the East stretched thirty thousand li.
Everyone felt reassured. Venerable Primordial had returned!
On the Nine Dragons Incense Carriage, Venerable Primordial was in high spirits. As long as Sect Master Tongtian signed the Investiture of the Gods, everything would be fine.
"Hmm?"
When he saw all the Chan Sect Disciples waiting in midair for his return, he immediately sensed something was wrong.
Only then did he notice the changes to Kunlun Mountain. His face turned livid with rage.
"Who did this?"
His voice brimmed with fury.
They said extreme joy was followed by sorrow. Even a Saint couldn't escape that rule.
Daoist Randeng and the others stood obediently with their heads lowered. None of them wanted to draw his ire just then.
"Master, please avenge your disciple!"
Guang Chengzi dropped to his knees in front of the Nine Dragons Incense Carriage and began to wail.
"Grandmaster, please avenge your servant!"
White Crane Boy was overcome with grief as well.
Seeing the bald heads of his two favorite disciples and Kunlun Mountain just as bare, Venerable Primordial was so furious he felt his lungs would burst.
"Speak!"
"Who did this?"
Crack! Crack!
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and bolts of lightning struck down one after another.
A Saint's Primordial Spirit was entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, and was also bound to the Primordial World.
When a Saint flew into a rage, heaven and earth changed color.
White Crane Boy immediately told him, with plenty of embellishment, how Ye Changqing and the Jie Sect's immortals had humiliated them.
Of course, he conveniently left out his own misdeeds, painting himself as the victim.
"Ye Changqing? Why is it always Ye Changqing?"
Venerable Primordial was so furious he stamped his feet, but what could he do?
He snorted, yet somehow managed to hold back his temper.
"Tongtian has already signed the Investiture of the Gods. All our old and new grudges can be settled in the great tribulation!"
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