Young Sect Master

On Heavy Sword Peak, Mo Hu and two disciples took a shortcut up the mountain. The three wore grim expressions, their eyes gleaming with cold intent—no matter what, they would make that youth from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect bleed.

But moments later, they found nothing. The youth who had been on Heavy Sword Peak was gone without a trace, and even several of the elders had vanished as well.

Just then, a few disciples stationed on Heavy Sword Peak walked over. Seeing Mo Hu and the others bristling with murderous intent, they frowned and asked, "Mo Hu, what do you think you're doing?"

"Where are the people from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?" Mo Hu's expression turned cold as he demanded.

"I advise you not to do anything foolish. That youth's identity is no simple matter," one disciple said, seeming to guess Mo Hu's purpose and trying to warn him.

"Not simple? Hah, just another so-called genius disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, I suppose?" Mo Hu snorted dismissively.

"It's more than that." The disciple shook his head gravely and continued, "I just heard the elders call him the Young Sect Master."

"What? The Young Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?" Mo Hu and the other two were stunned.

"So don't you dare act rashly. Heavy Sword Peak has been subordinate to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect for years. With his status, killing disciples like us wouldn't even make him blink, and even the Peak Master couldn't hold him accountable."

"This..." Mo Hu's mind went blank, completely cowed. The disciple was right—with that youth's status, killing them would mean nothing.

"Still, don't take it too hard. We're all furious about Senior Brother's injuries, but after the Vice Peak Master stepped in, that Young Sect Master seemed to compromise. He's gone down the mountain with the elders and the Vice Peak Master to treat your brother."

"What? They went down the mountain?" Mo Hu and the other two stood frozen in place.

"Yeah, they left a while ago. Quite a few disciples heard the news and followed along. If I didn't have patrol duty, I'd have gone too." The disciple finished speaking and walked away, leaving Mo Hu and the others standing there.

"Brother Mo Hu, what do we do now?" one asked.

"Go down the mountain." Mo Hu ground out the words through clenched teeth.

Inside the already cramped wooden hut, several more people had now gathered.

"Vice Peak Master, Elder Lin, Elder Li." Chen Jingjing and Zhang Rumeng stood up quickly as the newcomers entered.

"Peak Master Yang." The Old Apothecary also came out from the medicine room, nodding respectfully to one of them.

Hearing the Old Apothecary's voice, a middle-aged man nodded slightly, then turned a stern gaze toward Mo Bai on the bed.

Chen Fan leaned against the wall, taking in the cultivation levels of everyone present at a glance.

This middle-aged man stood as straight as a flagpole, his long robe lending him an intangible pressure. His cultivation had already reached Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. From the Old Apothecary's address, Chen Fan knew he was Vice Peak Master Yang Feng, as Chen Jingjing had mentioned.

Beside Yang Feng stood two old men, both at Qi Refining Ninth Layer—likely Elder Lin and Elder Li.

Elder Li had some connection to the Chen Clan. Chen Fan and Chen Jingjing's father had been close friends with him in life and had even entrusted the Chen Clan's legacy to his care. But now, Elder Li wore a cold, indifferent expression, treating Chen Jingjing and Chen Fan like strangers, which made Chen Jingjing frown slightly.

"Peak Master, Elders."

Seeing that even the Vice Peak Master had personally come down the mountain, Mo Bai struggled to sit up, but Elder Lin pressed him back down.

"Mo Bai, this is the Young Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. This whole incident was a misunderstanding. The Young Sect Master has brought out a top-grade pill from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to heal your injuries." Elder Lin, after pushing Mo Bai back down, introduced the youth standing a few steps away with a smile.

Whether it was a misunderstanding or not, everyone knew the truth. Mo Bai's expression shifted at the words "Young Sect Master." He glanced at the youth and held back from speaking.

This youth appeared to be seventeen or eighteen, dressed in luxurious robes, with sharp brows and thin lips. His eyes held a hint of cruelty. Chen Fan could see his cultivation was at Qi Refining Ninth Layer, but it seemed unstable—like it had been forcibly built up with pills.

Behind the youth stood an old man and an old woman, both at Foundation Establishment Early Stage.

The Young Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect wore a faint sneer. His gaze swept mockingly over Mo Bai on the bed before finally settling on Zhang Rumeng and Chen Jingjing nearby.

"Shameless creep, what are you looking at?" Zhang Rumeng, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, glared at him and snapped.

"Two little junior sisters, not bad-looking." The Young Sect Master's eyes roamed over Zhang Rumeng and Chen Jingjing brazenly as he sneered coldly.

"You..." Zhang Rumeng and Chen Jingjing, never having been harassed like this before, flushed red with anger but didn't know how to retort.

This scene naturally caught the eyes of the many disciples gathered at the door. Their fists clenched, their eyes flashed with killing intent, and flames of fury burned in their hearts—but they could not release them.

"This man is utterly arrogant. First he insults Senior Brother, now he harasses the two junior sisters," a male disciple said indignantly.

"I suddenly hate myself for not training harder. If I had, I could stand up for Senior Brother right now."

"It's useless. Even ignoring that the Young Sect Master has two Foundation Establishment Realm protectors, his own cultivation is at Qi Refining Ninth Layer. What do we have to fight him with?"

"Hmph, if I had the resources of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Qi Refining Ninth Layer would be nothing."

"Ah, forget it. Don't say anymore. At least Vice Peak Master Yang stepped in, and now he's willing to treat Senior Brother. We just have to swallow our pride on this one."

"Vice Peak Master Yang, what are the names of these two little junior sisters?" The Young Sect Master, seeing Chen Jingjing and Zhang Rumeng's flustered anger, could barely hide his greed. Without turning his head, he asked Yang Feng.

Yang Feng frowned at the question, displeasure clear on his face. He had heard of this Young Sect Master's behavior in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect—many female disciples had fallen victim to his clutches. But for him to openly ask here showed he had no regard for anyone present.

"Young Sect Master, let's focus on treating our disciple first." Yang Feng's voice deepened as he tried to change the subject.

"Treat him?" The Young Sect Master took a bottle of pills from his robe and poured out a single red pill, laughing. "You country folk have thick skin and tough flesh. One Qi Replenishing Pill should be enough to heal him, right?"

Everyone's faces darkened at his words. A Qi Replenishing Pill was nothing more than a common pill for soothing muscles and promoting blood flow. For Mo Bai, with injuries this severe, a hundred such pills would be useless.

Mo Bai's expression turned especially ugly, but he held back his rage. Strangely, though, he noticed the pain inside him was slowly fading, and the chaotic True Qi was beginning to stabilize.

Chen Fan glanced at Mo Bai, knowing that the Three Flowers Gathering at Crown Talisman had already fully smoothed out the essence and energy within Mo Bai's body.

Yang Feng and the two elders wore even darker expressions. The Young Sect Master's arrogance on Heavy Sword Peak was one thing, but this move now was undoubtedly a mockery of the peak's high-ranking members.

Especially Yang Feng, a dignified deputy peak master of Heavy Sword Peak, who had personally made a request only to be met with ridicule. Yet he couldn't truly lose his temper, because this was the son of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Sect Master—the Young Sect Master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

"Damn it, I'll kill him..." A disciple outside the wooden hut's eyes reddened as he drew the longsword from his waist and charged inward, only to be grabbed and held back by the surrounding disciples, who also covered his mouth.

Furious, everyone was furious, but what could they do?

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect—that was an existence towering high above. Any elite disciple they sent out could annihilate Heavy Sword Peak.

"The world is unjust. Why does someone like this get such a good background?" A disciple shook his head and sighed.

"I thought our Heavy Sword Peak was a local overlord around here, but now any heir from a major sect shows up, and we can only swallow our anger and hide like turtles. Does Heavy Sword City really have no geniuses at all?" A female disciple also spoke in grief and indignation.

Then all the disciples outside the hut could only lower their heads in silence. Yes, they were not geniuses, nor did they have the ability.

"Hmph, I didn't expect the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to be this limited. The only thing a Young Sect Master can offer is a mere Qi Replenishing Pill? How laughable." Chen Jingjing's face was ashen as she spoke with sarcasm.

As her words fell, the smile on the Young Sect Master's face froze. He narrowed his eyes at Chen Jingjing, then sneered disdainfully, "Could it be that in this shabby place, this little junior sister can produce a better pill?"

"Jingjing, don't cause trouble." Elder Lin, who knew Chen Jingjing and Zhang Rumeng, stopped her with a rebuke. This Young Sect Master was determined to humiliate Heavy Sword Peak today, and if Chen Jingjing kept talking, she would only say too much.

"I don't have any pills, but curing him isn't a big problem." Just as Chen Jingjing was at a loss for words, a light, airy voice came from the corner.

"Hm?" The Young Sect Master, Yang Feng, and the others turned to look. A fair-skinned young man was leaning against the wall in the corner, calmly watching them.

"Qi Refining Layer 6. If you hadn't spoken, I really wouldn't have noticed a waste hiding here." The Young Sect Master glanced at Chen Fan once, then turned his head away dismissively.

A disciple at Qi Refining Layer 6 curing Mo Bai's injuries? A pipe dream.

Elder Lin and Yang Feng had never seen Chen Fan before, but they knew he was a disciple of Heavy Sword Peak, otherwise he wouldn't be here.

Only Elder Li's eyes flickered with a hint of strangeness, but he still turned his face away without changing his expression.

"Jingjing, Rumeng, take this disciple out." Elder Lin said with a stern face.

At that moment, the disciples outside the wooden hut were frozen in place, speechless.

"Is that Chen Fan? When did he get in? I didn't notice."

"No, he seems to have been inside the whole time. I caught a glimpse earlier but didn't look closely. I never thought it was him."

"Wait, did he just say... he can cure the senior brother?"

"It's over, it's over. I thought this guy had turned over a new leaf and gotten steady after his strength improved, but his old habits are back—bragging and showing off without reading the room."

"Sigh, looks like we're about to be thoroughly humiliated by that Ten Thousand Swords Sect guy again."

As they talked about Chen Fan, their voices gradually grew louder, carrying into the wooden hut.

But Chen Fan paid them no mind at all. He slowly walked up to the Young Sect Master, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Waste, move aside."