This Was an Accident—I Didn't Expect It Either

"Trash, how dare you step onto the stage to challenge me?"

Yet Hui Mei seemed to grow even more enraged. His demonic face twisted in fury as he rose and threw another punch, smashing straight into the center of Ye Fan's face. Blood burst forth, splattering across Hui Mei's eerie cheeks.

"Your Sacred Heaven Sect truly has no one left if you're sending trash like this up here. Each one is worse than the last—not even comparable to those wastes from the Ye Family on the Bone Forging Ranking."

"Did you send this trash up here to humiliate me?"

"Get lost!"

With an angry roar, Hui Mei lashed out with a kick, sending Ye Fan flying hundreds of meters away. Scarlet blood sprayed through the sky as he crashed heavily into the plaza from dozens of meters above.

Ye Fan's face was now covered in filthy blood, his original features completely unrecognizable. Who knew how many bones throughout his body had shattered? He lay on the ground, taking in more air than he let out, utterly miserable.

Yet the disciples of the surrounding sects looked at him with nothing but boundless disgust and loathing, as if they wanted nothing more than to rush up and stomp him twice to vent their anger.

"He stole and swallowed so many Divine Medicines and treasures from the sect, then strutted onto the stage like he was something special. I thought he might at least be useful, but he still couldn't even withstand one move."

"What do you mean, one move? He was instantly defeated while trying to run away. The others couldn't withstand a move either, but at least they faced their opponent head-on."

"Even a pig, after eating so many Divine Medicines and treasures, would have the strength of hundreds of thousands of jin."

"The sect's face has truly been thrown away."

"I really don't understand why the sect spent so many resources raising trash like this."

"If he weren't a descendant of the Founding Family, trash like him wouldn't even qualify to become an outer disciple, much less remain on the main peak."

A tide of insults surged through the arena plaza.

Under normal circumstances, everyone was busy cultivating. Even if they learned that Ye Fan had squandered so many Divine Medicines, with a Grand Elder already having paid with his life, they would at most feel somewhat dissatisfied, grumble a few words, and not bother paying much attention.

But now Hui Mei had come knocking at their door, and the matter concerned the sect's reputation.

At such a critical moment, Ye Fan had run out only to be toyed with and brutally beaten like a monkey. It could be said that he had directly provoked public outrage and ignited everyone's fury.

Usually, as a descendant of a great clan, you could act up a little, and everyone would be used to it. After all, they had long since grown accustomed to it.

But at a time like this, you still had to come out and make trouble? What was this for? Did you think everyone wasn't feeling stifled enough already?

Or did you think the sect had not embarrassed itself enough?

Not only did no one pity Ye Fan, some disciples even shouted for him to be killed and his corpse hung up for public display.

At this moment.

The expressions of the sect's higher-ups on the platform could no longer be described merely as gloomy. They felt as though they had been thoroughly toyed with. If the other party had not been the Founding Family Head and the Sect Master, they would likely have already erupted.

To describe it as dark clouds gathering before a savage storm would not have been an exaggeration in the slightest.

"This was an accident. I didn't expect it either." The veins at the corner of Ye Tianxiong's eyes throbbed as he explained himself to the crowd.

He was telling the truth.

But clearly, no one believed him.

"Sect Master, everyone knows you dote on your nephew, but in such a serious occasion concerning the sect's reputation, there was no need to let him go onstage and perform, was there?" a Grand Elder said in a low voice. In the end, he still gave the Sect Master some face and did not directly say the words "make a fool of himself," merely calling it a performance.

"Enough. At a time like this, infighting will only make us a laughingstock for outsiders."

The Grand Elder of the Duanmu Family wore an ugly expression. "Sect Master, I heard that you ordered the Little Holy Son not to make a move, saying that you would resolve this yourself. But things have reached this point. The Ye Family's geniuses have either been defeated, or some have embarrassed themselves all the way to the Western Primordial Forbidden Zone. The geniuses of our great families have also been humiliated enough. Would the Sect Master please rescind his order and allow the Little Holy Son to take action?

"Otherwise, today's matter will be difficult to settle."

"The sect's ancestral precepts state that the sect's interests come first. At a time like this, internal strife should stop."

"Sect Master, rescind your order."

"Otherwise, once word of today's events gets out, our Sacred Heaven Sect truly won't be able to hold up our heads."

"Sect Master, please put the sect's reputation first."

Many sect higher-ups spoke up one after another, while Chu Tianwang silently lowered his head at the side, not daring to say a word.

After all, he had a hand in this matter too.

But who could have expected things to develop this way?

Showing his face at a time like this would be volunteering to be cursed at. He did not have such a masochistic habit.

Moreover, Ye Tianxiong had ended up like this because of his own blind maneuvering. If he had not brought Ye Fan out, everyone's words would not have been so cutting.

"I..."

Ye Tianxiong's face twisted savagely, veins bulging along his neck. Faced with the accusations of countless voices, he felt unable to defend himself even with a hundred mouths.

He suddenly realized that while he had been away, something must have happened.

But why was everyone only directing their attacks at him, without bringing up Chu Tianwang? After all, to prevent any mishaps, he had deliberately pulled Chu Tianwang into this.

Still, Ye Tianxiong understood that in such a situation, any explanation was meaningless. It would only anger everyone further.

"Fine."

Bloodshot filled Ye Tianxiong's eyes as several words nearly forced their way out of his throat. "Have Little Holy Son Chu Tian take the stage."

He understood that regardless of whether the sect lost face next, he had already lost all his dignity today. His authority would also be affected, perhaps even indirectly affecting everyone's view of the Ye Family.

A family willing to sacrifice the sect's interests for internal strife would never be welcomed anywhere.

"Little Holy Son."

At this moment, the many higher-ups and Grand Elders turned their expectant gazes toward Chu Tian.

"Chu Tian, are you confident?" the Grand Elder of the Duanmu Family asked, carefully choosing his words. "Holding out for three moves shouldn't be a problem, right?"

After all, this was the Little Holy Son, the eldest legitimate son of the Chu Family, a Founding Family. Both his parents were Emperor Venerables. If Chu Tian was unwilling, no one would dare force him.

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Chu Tian slowly rose to his feet. He cupped his fists and bowed to the Grand Elder before saying calmly, "Defeating him will be as easy as taking something from a bag."

"Since the Sect Master has already spoken, it is fine for this junior to take the stage. After all, it is for the sect's prestige; personal honor and disgrace are of little consequence."

"But uncles, elders, Grand Elders, Chu Tian has one condition."

"As long as you agree to it, I will deal with Hui Mei within three moves."

Shock filled the eyes of the sect's higher-ups. Instinctively, they all felt that this kid was being far too arrogant.

After all, while this little bald head was indeed outrageously arrogant and detestable, his strength was unquestionably real.

Yet Chu Tian's expression and tone gave them an inexplicable, powerful confidence. It seemed that as long as he acted, Hui Mei would be swept aside.

"What condition?" Grand Elder Duanmu asked.

A cold glint flashed through Chu Tian's eyes as he looked toward Ye Tianxiong. "From this day onward, regardless of the reason, Ye Fan must not be absolved and released from the Sin Domain. I said that I would make him pay for his actions and refine every Divine Medicine and treasure he swallowed out of him."

"Or even refine him directly into a pill."