New Understanding of the Great Dao of Snow

Even their ancestor had been dealt with.

The cultivator surnamed Wu stood there with his head lowered, no longer daring to utter another harsh word. His heart was filled with despair.

"Now that's more like it. You've cultivated all the way to the Mahayana stage. With a bit of luck, ascending to the Immortal Realm isn't impossible. Why make trouble with me? When you get to the Immortal Realm later, how are you supposed to get by?"

Jia Chenyang walked over and slapped the cultivator surnamed Wu on the head, smiling as he spoke.

"Do you think it's easy for me to save up merit? If I spend it beating up a few losers like you, wouldn't that be a huge loss?"

The beaten cultivator surnamed Wu clenched his fists and lowered his head, nearly grinding his teeth to pieces.

This was someone even their patriarch could not afford to provoke.

If he really ascended someday, wouldn't he just be delivering himself up to be beaten?

"Enough, Senior."

Tang Yu could not bear to watch any longer. After all, this was a mighty Mahayana cultivator.

He scampered over and said, "A man values his pride above all else. Why humiliate him like this? As they say, a scholar may be killed but not insulted. If you're going to bully him this way, you might as well just kill him."

"..."

The cultivator surnamed Wu forced out a stiff smile. "It's... it's fine. It is only right for Senior to teach me a lesson."

In his heart, he cursed Tang Yu's ancestors from top to bottom.

"A scholar may be killed but not insulted"—that was something people said about themselves. Who the hell said it on someone else's behalf?

Besides, he was not some damned scholar.

Which ancient monster who had