Clear Sky Sect Emerges, Wutong Takes Tang San Climbing

"Ten thousand years ago, the Clear Sky Sect was still the number one sect in the world."

Feng Yan's voice was not loud, simply drifting into everyone's ears, yet it carried an immense sense of presence.

"Back then, we didn't even need to speak. We could just stand somewhere, reveal the Clear Sky Hammer, and no one would dare look down on us."

"But what about now?"

Feng Yan did not speak immediately, instead walking step by step into the center of the crowd.

"Today, the name of the Clear Sky Sect still exists, but when people outside mention us, the first thing they think of isn't the Clear Sky Hammer—it's that 'hidden sect'."

"Hidden? To put it nicely, it's called 'secluded cultivation away from the world.' To put it bluntly, it's like a dog with a broken spine, hiding away."

Feng Yan knew clearly that for the inherently evil Tang family, there was no need to play the part of a humble gentleman.

Only by cursing loudly would they "awaken."

Furthermore, the inherently evil Tang family members possessed no gentleness or humility in their bones; they only understood hammers and fighting back when provoked.

If you speak reasonably and kindly to them, they will treat you like a soft touch.

But if you curse the heavens, the earth, and all living things, they will instead feel you are qualified to be their acting sect master.

Having experienced so many years, Feng Yan understood the Tang family better than anyone.

As expected, the moment they heard these crude words, the eyes of the Tang family members turned red.

"Acting... Sect Master, what should we do?"

The one who asked was a young man from the Tang family standing in the front row. One could hear the unwillingness and longing in