Furious-Haired Young Man, My Name Is Heaven-Opening-Remember It

The enormous Flying Ship crushed the clouds and slowly descended with boundless momentum.

The hull of the boat was covered with dense black patterns, exuding an imposing aura like the sea.

The Gale Wind alone, generated by its descent, swept across the entire Martial Arts Arena, causing banners to flutter and robes to billow everywhere.

"The people from the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect have arrived!"

Those few words sent a jolt through the entire audience.

Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect

Located in the Heavenly Pivot Domain next to the Northern Nether Domain, it has a long history and unfathomable depth.

The sect is overseen by Great Emperor and is filled with countless experts.

Even in the entire Xuanling Realm, it can be considered one of the top existences.

Such a family background has no connection whatsoever with the Flowing Rosy Clouds Sect.

Ironically, a marriage agreement made years ago led to a friendship between the two families.

In previous years, whenever disaster struck, the other party would always remember this favor and send someone to lend a helping hand.

No matter how much they try to help, at most one or two elders will show up.

But this time, they actually sent such a huge ship, arriving in a grand procession.

The disciples felt an unprecedented stiffness in their backs.

Now I can finally vent my anger.

Just as everyone was feeling triumphant, a gasp suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"Wrong..."

"That's... the Heavenly Sect Banner!"

The disciples of the Flowing Rosy Clouds Sect then noticed that the large banner fluttering in the wind at the bow of the boat was embroidered with a ferocious beast that looked down upon all living beings.

White with Golden Patterns, exuding a murderous aura, it is none other than the Heavenly Sect Banner of the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect.

The raising of this flag signifies—

"It's the young master! The young master of the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect has come in person!"

The audience erupted in uproar.

With their young master as a powerful backer, the disciples' courage instantly soared to its peak.

A cacophony of curses erupted, all Chu Wujiu on the stage.

"You came knocking on our door and wiped out an entire generation of my Flowing Rosy Clouds Sect. Do you really think no one can deal with you?"

"The Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect has arrived. You're in for a world of hurt this time!"

Chu Wujiu wasn't annoyed by this, and continued to slowly pick at his ear.

With a flick of his finger, he knocked away some earwax, and then asked in confusion.

"Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect? What kind of nonsense is that? I've never even heard of it."

After they finished criticizing those on stage, someone else raised their hand and pointed at Yun Zexuan and the others on the platform.

"And those few, they just sat there watching the show for ages, thinking they're something special!"

"What's with the swagger? Now you should know what fear is!"

On the observation deck.

Yun Zexuan slowly got up, walked to the railing, and gazed at the Flying Ship that was breaking through the sky.

"It's finally here."

"What should we do?" Zhao Lingyun was still sitting crookedly on the railing, dangling her toes, and turned her head to look at him.

"Let's get rid of it," Ji Wuchen answered decisively, not wanting to waste any more time.

Yun Zexuan turned his head and glanced at the distraught Ye Lingchuan.

After a long while, he slowly shook his head.

"No."

"Don't forget, our purpose here isn't to fight and kill."

Despite this, a rare hint of helplessness flashed across his brow.

Despite my extraordinary wisdom, I truly don't know how to handle matters of the heart.

Thinking about it.

Yun Zexuan composed himself and turned his gaze to the Flying Ship descending from the sky.

"We can't let things escalate too much."

He paused.

"First, bring that Flying Ship down, then force Su Wanqing to come out and confront us."

"Okay."

Zhao Lingyun readily agreed, turned to look at the audience, and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Chu Wujiu-- "

"Yun Zexuan ordered you to shoot down that Flying Ship!"

Yun Zexuan: "..."

This guy, he probably did it on purpose.

Chu Wujiu on the stage rolled his eyes.

"Easy for you to say, that thing is of a very high grade."

That's what they said, but their eyes slowly lit up, revealing a hint of eagerness.

"However... it's worth a try!"

No matter how large the Flying Ship is, or how powerful its aura, it is nothing more than an external thing.

Moreover, everyone present was Prodigy who had emerged from the Imperial Clan lineage.

This kind of momentum is far from enough.

Inside the Flying Ship.

It was just a petty thief who came knocking on our door.

Such a trivial matter is not something Mo Yan should personally handle.

I just happened to be passing by, so I decided to take care of it.

He leaned against the edge of the couch, gazing down indifferently.

In the center of the arena, a lone figure stood.

His entire body was enveloped in a soaring Blood Qi, making his face indistinct.

Is that him?

"Coming to our door to kidnap someone, that's interesting."

It's one thing to steal from others, but to steal from yourself is another.

Mo Yan shook his head, his knuckles lightly tapping the armrest.

To be honest.

That woman, Su Wanqing, has never given him a kind look since the moment this marriage was arranged.

She always has a cold face, finds fault with everything, and is clearly unwilling, making her really hard to like.

No matter how much they disliked each other, they still had a formal relationship.

We can't just let someone else take it away.

"Hurry up and finish this so you can go back."

With this in mind, Mo Yan made a decision.

"Old Chen."

As soon as he finished speaking, an elderly man slowly emerged from the shadows on the side of the cabin.

With a hunched back and unremarkable appearance, he stood with his hands at his sides beside Mo Yan, awaiting instructions.

Mo Yan's gaze remained fixed on the Blood Qi figure on the stage.

"Don't go too hard later."

"The meaning is clear; spare his life."

Old Chen frowned almost imperceptibly, knowing that his young master had once again been moved by compassion.

"Young Master," he advised in a low voice, "You are destined for great things; you must not be swayed by womanly sentimentality."

"This is not benevolence, it's appreciation."

Mo Yan shook his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"A young man, his hair standing on end in anger... knowing it's impossible, yet he does it anyway."

"It would be a shame to kill someone like that."

Old Chen his mouth, but remained silent for a moment.

Having followed Mo Yan for so many years, I knew that once this Little Ancestor made up his mind, not even nine oxen could pull him back.

However, as Dao Protector, it would be a dereliction of duty to remain silent about certain things.

Finally, he stroked his beard, shook his head, and sighed.

"If you don't nip the weeds in the bud, you risk future troubles."

"Besides, he might not appreciate your good intentions."

"He won't hold a grudge against you for showing mercy today. He'll just consider himself lucky to have escaped with his life."

"When you achieve mastery in your cultivation in the future, the only thing you'll remember is the name of your enemy."

"Finally, they came knocking on our door like a persistent leech, seeking revenge."

Mo Yan was not afraid at all; instead, he chuckled lightly.

"Wouldn't that be even better?"

"I once met a man who was willing to have all the cultivators in the world take him as their role model, spurring them on day and night—and he still felt it wasn't enough."

"But what about me? I'm just a few people seeking revenge behind me, yet I'm so afraid of everything, always hesitant and timid."

"It's shameful."

Old Chen opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him again.

Mo Yan waved his hand.

"Go and do it."

Having said all that, he swallowed his words, bowed, and turned to leave the cabin.

Gale Wind howled outside the cabin.

The gaunt figure took a step forward, stood in mid-air, and hovered beside the Flying Ship.

My gaze slowly swept across the area below.

The Martial Arts Arena was packed with people, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of several formidable auras.

Those individuals were hidden atop the observation platform, their auras concealed, each unfathomable.

"This is no ordinary character that any sect could produce."

I've made up my mind about these people.

But Old Chen really cared about wasn't these few people.

Just now, when he was concentrating, he clearly sensed a trace of aura.

It's vague and indistinct, seemingly there yet not there; no matter how hard you try to grasp it, you can't quite get a clear picture.

It was hidden so well.

Is there a mouse hiding in the shadows, spying?

The thought had barely formed when that gaze swept over everyone and landed on the blood-red figure in the center of the arena.

That's enough, let's end it sooner rather than later.

The withered hand slowly rose.

However, the moment their eyes met...

A sudden, unexpected roar erupted from below, echoing through the sky.

"The Heaven-Opening--!"