"Don't get too worked up, brother. I've already arranged for people to clean up this trash. They'll be dealt with soon enough. It's just that as long as Fang Meiyun lives, new Black Sheep Disciples will probably keep appearing."
Tang Yu very unceremoniously shifted the trouble elsewhere.
What Tang Yu had not expected was that this blue-robed Daoist was exceedingly stubborn. He said bluntly, "Whether Fang Meiyun dies or not doesn't matter. It isn't because she exists that there are Black Sheep Disciples; those people were born Black Sheep Disciples. As long as she lives, she's like bait, drawing those Black Sheep Disciples out to take the hook themselves. Good. Once they gather together, it'll be more convenient to kill them."
"That's true."
Though he had failed to completely fool him, Tang Yu was not too disappointed.
As long as Black Sheep Disciples continued to exist, the conflict between the Fist Sect and this hot-tempered Daoist brother would remain irreconcilable.
With him helping to slaughter all the Black Sheep Disciples, killing Fang Meiyun would become much easier for Tang Yu as well.
"If you get any news about Black Sheep Disciples, contact me at once. Back then, sword in hand, I made a great vow: only when I have killed every simp in this world will I attain the Dao and ascend to the Immortal Realm."
The blue-robed Daoist smiled as he sheathed his sword.
This was his Great Dao, and also one of the hardest Great Daos in the world to walk.
Yet because of his existence, the young talents of the major sects throughout the Central Divine Continent now kept their tails tucked between their legs. Few dared to court death by becoming simps.
A monstrous Tribulation Transcendence sword cultivator, a lone cultivator with no attachments—once he set