Zhang Yu stopped Qing Mu, turned his gaze to Wu Siyuan, and calmly asked Chen Junlin:
"Do you have a grudge against this person?"
Wu Siyuan trembled, suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
He stared intently at Chen Junlin, who lay slumped on the ground, then glanced at Chu Sisi, whose face was deathly pale beside him. His voice was hoarse and distorted with extreme hatred:
"A blood feud, the hatred of having my wife stolen!"
He gritted his teeth, speaking slowly and deliberately, as if making a tearful accusation:
"Thirty years ago, because he coveted Sisi, he plotted against me, destroying my meridians and severing my Dao Path!"
"For the past thirty years, I have endured endless scorn and ridicule, my Cultivation has stagnated, and I have lived a life worse than death!"
"If I don't avenge this, I, Wu Siyuan, swear I will not be a human being!!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Junlin's face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror.
He couldn't afford to offend Zhang Yu. If Wu Siyuan used Zhang Yu's influence to pressure him, he would surely die today!
Chu Sisi's face also turned pale; she bit her lip tightly, her heart churning with resentment.
How did this good-for-nothing manage to become the Young Peak Master Crimson Flame Peak?
If I had known this would happen, why did I break ties with him back then?!
The surrounding crowd was also buzzing with discussion, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
What incredible luck did Wu Siyuan have?
To think that he could be favored by the Young Peak Master Crimson Flame Peak!
If I had known this Young Peak Master was so greedy, why didn't I spend a few dozen Spirit Stone to curry favor with him back then?!
After listening, Zhang Yu slowly nodded, his gaze falling on Chen Junlin, and uttered the words the latter feared most:
Do you need me to help you get revenge?
"!!!"
Chen Junlin shuddered and almost collapsed to the ground.
But Wu Siyuan suddenly straightened his back, his eyes filled with boundless hatred, yet his voice was unusually firm:
"Young Peak Master has helped me a great deal; I, Wu Siyuan, will never forget this kindness and virtue."
But this grudge—I will avenge myself.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, drawing blood, but his eyes remained sharp as knives.
Thirty years ago, I lost because I lacked the strength and had no one to support me.
Today, the Young Peak Master has granted me a new life and fortuitous opportunity. If I were to use others to seek revenge, how would I be any different from that despicable person?
"I will settle this score myself!"
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—I, Wu Siyuan, will personally take back everything that belongs to me!"
"..."
The entire room fell silent.
Zhang Yu looked at him quietly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and then slowly nodded.
If Wu Siyuan agrees today and uses him to take revenge, his opinion of this person will be much lower.
Human favors are easy to repay, but one's nature is hard to change.
A person who only relies on others and uses their power to bully others will ultimately find it difficult to achieve great things.
But Wu Siyuan's words revealed to him the man's inherent pride and resilience.
The enemy is right in front of him, easily defeated, yet he chooses to end it all himself.
Knowing full well that his meridians were damaged, his Cultivation stagnated, and the road ahead would be difficult, he still dared to make this vow.
That kind of mindset is truly remarkable.
Beside him, Qing Mu nodded slightly, his eyes showing a hint of appreciation.
Vengeful Spirit are most attached to their Obsession and most respect those who are unyielding.
Wu Siyuan's statement was in line with his temperament.
"Good."
Zhang Yu spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet each word as firm as iron:
"This man is yours to deal with personally."
He turned his gaze to Chen Junlin, whose face was ashen, and spoke indifferently:
"Chen Junlin, I will not kill you today, not because I cannot, but because I disdain to."
"Your life belongs to Wu Siyuan. He can take it whenever he wants, and you will have to return it."
"Live well until then—but remember, this life no longer belongs to you."
Upon hearing this, Chen Junlin felt a sudden sense of relief, and even a hint of secret joy welled up inside him.
He suppressed his excitement, looked up at Zhang Yu, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and cautiously asked:
"Young Peak Master, is what you say... truly true?"
In his opinion, Wu Siyuan's meridians were damaged, and his foundation was ruined.
Even if he joins the Crimson Flame Peak and gains some resources, he will ultimately be a cripple and will never be able to catch up with my Cultivation of the Heaven Ascension Realm!
As long as Wu Siyuan fails to avenge himself, his own life is essentially saved!
Zhang Yu saw through his thoughts and said calmly:
Do you think that Wu Siyuan can never be your match?
"Your subordinate wouldn't dare!"
Chen Junlin quickly lowered his head, but his tone carried an undisguised arrogance:
"However... injuries to the meridians are a major taboo in cultivation. Even True Immortal might not be able to cure them completely."
Wu Siyuan has suffered damage for thirty years, which has already damaged his Origin. Let alone catching up with his subordinates, even breaking through to the Ascension Realm would be...
He paused, then bowed respectfully to Zhang Yu, his tone "sincere":
"Young Peak Master is so magnanimous, sparing my life. I am eternally grateful!"
I will always remember Young Peak Master's teachings, cultivate diligently, and patiently await Junior Brother Wu's... arrival to 'take revenge.'
That being said, the mockery and ease in his eyes could not be hidden from anyone.
Waiting for revenge?
You won't live to see it even if you wait a hundred years, a thousand years!
Beside her, Chu Sisi felt much more at ease. She quietly tugged at Chen Junlin's sleeve and whispered:
"Senior Brother, Wu Siyuan's meridians are destroyed, and he has no hope in this life."
"Since the Young Peak Master has allowed him to take revenge personally, he has indirectly protected us... we are safe."
As she spoke, a hint of relief even flashed in her eyes.
What kind of trouble can a cripple cause?
Those around him secretly shook their heads, feeling that Zhang Yu's actions, while seemingly magnanimous, were actually... naive.
Wu Siyuan's meridians are damaged; True Immortal could not cure him.
Everyone thought that he would never be able to break through to immortality in his lifetime, and that the so-called "revenge" agreement was nothing but an empty promise.
Although Wu Siyuan was full of ambition, he felt a chill in his heart as he listened to the undisguised ridicule and doubts around him.
He knew his condition—his meridians were completely damaged, and his foundation was ruined. Let alone revenge, even breaking through to immortality was probably just a pipe dream.
But he doesn't regret it.
In his philosophy, a man who cannot settle his grudges is no different from a dead man.
Moreover, he was naturally persevering and never admitted defeat.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been stuck at the Great Grandmaster for thirty years, still struggling and never giving up.
Everyone thought I wouldn't be able to get into the Outer Sect, but I did.
"Everyone thinks I can't get revenge—I refuse to believe it!"
He clenched his fist silently, and the light that had been extinguished in his eyes rekindled, faint yet exceptionally firm.
I don't believe in superstitions.
We must get revenge! Let's show them!
Seeing Wu Siyuan's attitude, Zhang Yu's admiration deepened.
To maintain such composure even in dire circumstances—this young man is truly capable of great things.
He slowly turned his head, looked at Chen Junlin whose face held a mixture of relief and sneer, and asked calmly:
You said his meridian problems are something True Immortal couldn't cure?
"Yes, yes..."
Chen Junlin quickly lowered his head, but his tone still carried a hint of barely perceptible contempt:
"Injuries to the meridians involve the Origin; even True Immortal would have to expend a tremendous amount of effort to heal them, and there's no guarantee they could be completely cured."
Even True Immortal cannot cure it.
Zhang Yu interrupted him, his voice calm, yet each word resounding like thunder in everyone's ears:
"I can heal him."
"..."
The entire room fell silent.
Immediately, an uproar arose.
Although they dared not openly mock Zhang Yu, they were secretly gossiping about him.
"He can cure it? Are you kidding me!"
"An injury that True Immortal couldn't heal, how could a Feathered Realm possibly cure?"
"Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"
"This Young Peak Master of Crimson Flame Peak is perhaps a bit... ignorant of his own limitations."
Doubts and ridicule rose and fell in the shadows.
Even Qing Mu frowned slightly, a hint of disapproval flashing in his eyes.
Young Peak Master's words are rather... arrogant and may damage the reputation of Crimson Flame Peak.
Chen Junlin inwardly sneered, but outwardly remained "respectful," even actively "supporting" the event.
"Young Peak Master possesses Divine Abilities. If he can truly heal Junior Brother Wu, it would be a blessing for our Soul Refining Sect and a great fortune for Junior Brother Wu!"
Though he said that, the sneer of "watching the show" in his eyes was almost overflowing.
Rule?
I'd like to see how you treat it!
If you can't cure it by then, let's see how you handle the situation!
Zhang Yu seemed not to hear the doubts and sarcasm, and calmly looked at Wu Siyuan, asking:
"Wu Siyuan, can you trust me?"
Wu Siyuan trembled, looked up at Zhang Yu's calm yet unfathomable eyes, and though hesitant, he still spoke firmly:
"Disciple - believe!"