A Single Hand Suppresses Quanxing

Sichong was rendered speechless by this retort.

Shortly after, he spoke with a face full of resolve: "The Sanyi Sect has no path of return. Either Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan pay their blood debt, or someone must once again step into the peak of the Second Stage, just as our Senior Brother did."

This was the obsession driving Sichong, who held a determination to die as he sought out Wu Gensheng.

Du Yang continued in a calm tone:

"Uncle-Master, please return. If those two are truly the culprits who killed our Master, I will personally execute them."

"If Wu Gensheng does not emerge, killing every member of the Quanxing will be of no use."

Sichong said with great stubbornness: "I am not leaving. This is the only thing I can do for the Sanyi Sect; I am willing to die for it."

"Senior Brother is dead. If I do not avenge him, I have no intention of living on."

Du Yang did not say anything further, nor was there much else he could say.

His previous words had already been considered offensive.

After all, Sichong was his Uncle-Master, his elder.

Du Yang then looked toward Chengzhen: "Senior Sister, do you not wish to leave either? In truth, you should not have accompanied Uncle-Master here; you should be back at the sect presiding over the big picture."

Chengzhen struggled for a moment before saying: "It is not that I fear tarnishing the reputation of the Sanyi Sect, but our Master should not have met such an end, nor should he have died in such a manner."

Du Yang let out a long sigh and then looked at the two Quanxing newcomers: "You two, leave."

The two Quanxing newcomers had been sitting on pins and needles; upon receiving Du Yang's permission, they immediately bolted away.

They felt that although Du Yang was a junior of the Sanyi Sect facing the two of them, he had remained in complete control of the situation.

Du Yang sat on a stool and spoke slowly: "Since Uncle-Master and Senior Sister will not leave, I can only risk my life to accompany you."

"However, I have only one request... Any members of the Quanxing who come to deal with us tonight, I will handle them all. Senior Sister and Uncle-Master need only sit quietly to the side."

"I will do my utmost to protect you. If I lose my life here, it is simply because my skills were inferior. As soon as the sun rises, I ask that you both return to the Sanyi Sect."

These words left Sichong and Chengzhen dumbfounded.

Judging by the situation, many Quanxing experts were bound to appear tonight. To think of holding them off alone was nothing short of a fantasy, a fool's dream.

Moreover, this was their obsession—a path from which they could not turn back, and for which they lacked the courage to turn back—yet Du Yang was taking it upon himself to bear the burden alone.

Master Liu the Dough Sculptor, hearing this, could not help but say with concern: "Are you truly going to do this? If they find Old Woman Liu, there will surely be many troublemakers coming."

"As more and more arrive, once they gather, it will become a fight to the death. It would be better for you all to leave this place now."

Du Yang simply nodded and said:

"It is no matter. How can things be left to your whims? This time, I shall be willful as well."

As the old man Sichong started to say something more, Du Yang raised his hand, signaling him to stop.

Chengzhen, seemingly moved by Du Yang, also nodded.

The night was like ink, and all was silent.

Wu Gensheng sat up abruptly.

Gao Gen, Gu Jiting, and Li Muxuan also woke at the same time.

The four exchanged glances, seeing the lingering shock in each other's eyes.

"Sect Leader, you dreamt of it too?" Gao Gen's voice was low.

"Old Woman Liu..."

Gu Jiting was concise, his brows locked in a tight frown.

Wu Gensheng nodded, immediately realizing the danger.

Sichong and Chengzhen of the Sanyi Sect had found Master Liu and were using his life as leverage to force Wu Gensheng to show himself within seven days.

"This is bad. We all dreamt of it," Wu Gensheng suddenly realized.

"Go!"

Wu Gensheng did not hesitate in the slightest. His figure moved, blending into the night like a ghost.

Li Muxuan, Gao Gen, and Gu Jiting followed closely behind. The four pushed their speed to the limit, racing toward the quiet little town where Master Liu resided.

Wu Gensheng felt a burning anxiety in his heart; those two, in their quest to find him and uphold the dignity of the Sanyi Sect, were truly capable of extreme actions.

However, by the time they approached the bungalow with the small courtyard, dawn had already broken.

A thick, suffocating scent of blood, like a solid wall, slammed into them.

Wu Gensheng's heart sank violently.

A corner of the courtyard wall had collapsed, and the gate was nowhere to be seen.

The scene that met their eyes caused even Wu Gensheng, Gao Gen, Gu Jiting, and the others—who had weathered countless storms—to freeze in place, their pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

Hell.

Before them lay a hell of blood and gore.

In the courtyard, mangled corpses lay scattered in every direction.

Severed limbs and broken bodies, like ragdolls torn apart by a gale, were strewn across the frozen earth; dark red blood had soaked into the accumulated snow, congealing into hideous, jagged scabs of ice.

Shattered weapons, twisted torsos, and faces frozen in expressions of wide-eyed terror—the sight was bone-chillingly gruesome.

Wu Gensheng's gaze was sharp as a hawk's, sweeping rapidly over the corpses.

Among these people were many who held fearsome reputations in the Outsider world, experts with cunning methods—such as Daoist Baisun, who excelled in "Poison Barriers," and Ghost Elder, a master of the "Yin-Sha Palm"...

Yet now, they had all been reduced to cold, fragmented remains on the ground, their deaths so miserable that not a single one remained whole.

Who was it?

Who could possess such terrifying strength to slaughter so many Quanxing experts like chopping vegetables in such a short span of time?

Sichong and Chengzhen?

No, though those two were strong, they could never have done this so cleanly, nor did they possess such power.

A chill, more piercing than the biting wind of this winter night, rose from the base of Wu Gensheng's spine and surged through his entire body.

Wu Gensheng took a deep breath of cold air and stepped into the courtyard.

Gao Gen and Gu Jiting flanked him, their expressions taut to the breaking point, their internal Qi surging as they guarded against any possible danger.

Passing through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in the outer yard, the scene in the inner courtyard opened up, yet it was even more bizarre.

The inner courtyard was relatively clean; there was not even a single drop of blood to be seen.

In the center of the yard, a figure sat on a small wooden stool, back turned toward them.

The man wore a pristine white cloth robe, appearing starkly conspicuous and untainted against the backdrop of the surrounding carnage and scarlet ruin.

He sat there so quietly, as if the tragic slaughter outside had nothing to do with him.

Opposite him, near the doorway of the house, stood three people.

Master Liu the Dough Sculptor's face was deathly pale, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind; terrified by what he had seen, he was nearly limp, barely standing by clutching the doorframe.

Beside him were none other than Sichong and Chengzhen of the Sanyi Sect.

At this moment, these two experts, who held such esteemed positions within the Sanyi Sect, wore expressions of unprecedented shock.

Their eyes were locked firmly onto the young man sitting with his back to them.

They could not believe that this member of the Sanyi Sect had actually cultivated the Triple Inverse Life to such a realm.

The sound of Wu Gensheng's footsteps startled those in the courtyard.

The young man sitting with his back to them seemed to notice their arrival only then, turning his head with composure.

It was an excessively young face, with clear brows, fair skin, and eyes that were limpid yet bottomless.

A faint, ethereal aura seemed to linger around him, making him appear like an immortal descended to the mortal realm, untouched by the filth of the world, even amidst this ruined and blood-soaked courtyard.

The moment his gaze met Wu Gensheng's, Wu Gensheng felt his breath hitch.

The youth looked at Wu Gensheng, the corners of his mouth twitching ever so slightly.

Then, he turned his head back, no longer looking at anyone, and continued to sit there quietly, as if waiting, or perhaps simply immersed in his own world.

Inside and outside the courtyard, there was dead silence.

Master Liu the Dough Sculptor hurriedly spoke: "Sect Leader, this is Du Yang of the Sanyi Sect."

Wu Gensheng did not look at the others, but stared straight at Du Yang and said: "You killed them all."

"There is no logic in coming to someone else's territory and killing the hosts who came to dissuade you."

Master Liu the Dough Sculptor said urgently: "Sect Leader, you misunderstand. Last night, Du Yang of the Sanyi Sect simply sat quietly in the courtyard; it was our Quanxing people who attacked first."

"They insisted on killing the Sanyi Sect member, and in the end, they swarmed him, and things spiraled out of control."

Du Yang, as if he had been waiting here quietly for Wu Gensheng, finally spoke:

"Wu Gensheng, you have finally arrived."

"Let me tell you, my Sanyi Sect is not without people."

"The Sanyi Sect is not a place you can come and go as you please."

"I will give you one month to consider. If I do not receive your invitation by then, I will personally visit the Quanxing territory again."

"When that time comes, do not push these 'fake hosts' out; you are the one who is the Sect Leader of Quanxing."