True Disciple (Seeking Follow-ups, Monthly Votes, Recommendation Tickets)

"Good! This beast has finally met his retribution!"

Li Yunjing and Ma Xingyuan exchanged a glance, both faintly catching a glimmer of schadenfreude in the other's eyes.

"Deacon, sir, this lowly one dares not..."

Yang Chun spoke with great difficulty.

His skull had already begun to crack; this Deacon from the Law Enforcement Hall was truly ruthless.

Yang Chun felt a sense of despair wash over him.

How could such a situation come to pass?

How could someone from the Law Enforcement Hall target a small, ant-like figure such as himself?

"Take him away! Yang Chun is the primary culprit and must be interrogated severely. I want to see who dares to form such cliques within the sect and turn this place into a foul, chaotic mess!"

The white-haired old Daoist swept his cold gaze across the room before delivering his final verdict.

At these words, Yang Chun's entire body turned ice-cold.

He was no fool; he naturally understood what the Law Enforcement Hall Deacon was truly aiming for.

Hmm? It seems this man didn't come for Yang Chun at all, but rather, he is dissatisfied with the "Ten Thousand Laws Society" behind him?

Li Yunjing's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he immediately understood the situation.

The Law Enforcement Hall usually never concerned itself with the affairs of menial disciples, and they rarely even interfered with the outer sect.

To make such a grand display this time, they were certainly not doing it for the sake of Yang Chun.

If it wasn't for Yang Chun, then it was naturally for the people behind him.

It seemed there was a good show to be watched within the sect.

He just wondered if this was the collective will of the sect, or if another small faction was using the name of the Law Enforcement Hall to suppress the Ten Thousand Laws Society.

Regardless, this accidental stroke of luck had brought benefits to Li Yunjing, Ma Xingyuan, and their peers.

At the very least, Yang Chun wouldn't be coming out anytime soon, and they certainly wouldn't need to pay their protection fees.

Many of the onlookers who had been watching the spectacle also revealed expressions of joy.

Among them were many victims of the society.

If the Law Enforcement Hall truly eradicated this malignant tumor, it would be a great boon for them all.

No one wanted to hand over the contribution points they had worked so hard to earn to someone else.

The white-haired old Daoist did not leave after detaining the man.

He occupied the center of the hall and began to lecture the thousands of menial and outer disciples on the sect's rules and laws once more.

Li Yunjing understood this maneuver; he was waiting for the higher-ups of the "Ten Thousand Laws Society" to show their faces!

If no one stepped forward, the "Ten Thousand Laws Society" would naturally lose face, and who would follow them in the future?

Seeing this, Li Yunjing was even more delighted; he never expected that coming out for a meal would lead to witnessing such a grand drama.

Half an hour later, a young man in bright yellow Daoist robes walked in leisurely with his hands behind his back.

Behind him followed a dozen inner sect disciples in cyan Daoist robes.

Upon seeing the white-haired old Daoist, a flicker of gloom crossed his eyes. He walked forward and offered a slight bow, performing a formal greeting.

The young man spoke in a solemn tone: "Old Daoist Zhong, what is the meaning of this? Does such a trivial matter really require a Deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall to show his face personally?"

The young man had an honest appearance and refined features.

At first glance, others would naturally feel a sense of trust and believe him to be a reliable person.

No one would have guessed that this man was a high-ranking member of the "Ten Thousand Laws Society," specializing in the exploitation of lower-level cultivators.

Li Yunjing cursed inwardly: A human face with a dog's heart! So, the real culprit is this man!

"Wei Henian! As a true disciple, why have you run all the way to the territory of the 'Menial Hall'? You wouldn't happen to be involved in this matter, would you?"

The white-haired old Daoist surnamed Zhong said coldly.

He had no intention of giving Wei Henian any face at all.

"Oh? Old Daoist Zhong, we are both sensible people; why pretend to be ignorant? Are you certain you want to get involved in some matters? You should know, this may not necessarily be a good thing for you."

Wei Henian arched his sword-like brows and spoke coldly.

"Heh! What is this old Daoist getting involved in? I am merely upholding the law; I am here today because of the public brawl involving Yang Chun and the others!"

The white-haired old Daoist surnamed Zhong did not show weakness, responding with a sinister chuckle.

"In that case, this matter cannot be settled amicably?"

Seeing that Old Daoist Zhong was intent on tearing off the mask of civility, Wei Henian asked coldly.

No one had ever dared to speak to him like this before; was this Old Daoist Zhong looking for death?

"Heh! This old Daoist wouldn't know about that. I only care about interrogating Yang Chun to find out who the mastermind is. As for the rest, I have no concern. Whoever it involves in the future will naturally be decided by the big shots of the Law Enforcement Hall."

The white-haired old Daoist surnamed Zhong gave a cold, dismissive laugh.

He was not the least bit afraid of Wei Henian's cold, sinister appearance.

"Interesting! Truly interesting!"

Wei Henian laughed—a laugh born of sheer fury, his smile radiant and sharp.

After a long while, he stopped laughing, looked calmly at the white-haired old Daoist surnamed Zhong, and said in a deep voice, "This trivial matter doesn't seem to have any impact on me. Have you not considered the consequences of this?"

Without waiting for the old Daoist to respond, Wei Henian continued, "You are old. Clearly, you have no place in the future. By offending me, are you saying you don't wish for a peaceful end?"

"You... are you threatening this poor Daoist?"

The white-haired old Daoist surnamed Zhong's expression shifted, his triangular eyes rolling as he spoke in a rage.

Clearly, Wei Henian's words had stung him deeply.

He had already lost his potential; his life was set, and he was fundamentally unable to break through to the Golden Core Realm.

Wei Henian, however, was different—like the rising sun, he had a vast and promising future ahead of him.

Under normal circumstances, the old Daoist surnamed Zhong would never dare to offend such a true disciple.

In terms of raw power, true disciples were inferior to some of the sect's deacons.

But true disciples all possessed bright futures.

True disciples of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect could basically all ascend to the Golden Core Realm, and at the very least, they would hold the position of an elder within the sect in the future.

If they were formidable true disciples, they would even compete against one another to seize the positions of Sect Master or Vice Sect Master.

Wei Henian was not the most elite among the true disciples, but he was certainly not at the bottom of the barrel.

To tell the truth, the white-haired old Daoist surnamed Zhong was still a bit intimidated by this man.

If not for someone offering him an irresistible benefit, he truly would not have wanted to wade into these muddy waters.

At this moment, the white-haired old Daoist surnamed Zhong was rattled by Wei Henian, and he was genuinely starting to feel afraid.

A villain like him, in his prime, would naturally fear no one!

However, he only had a few decades of lifespan left, and now he had to consider his family and his children.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Just as the atmosphere grew heavy, a sound came from outside the door—the distinct sound of clapping echoed through the room.

Everyone's gaze was drawn to the entrance.

Even Wei Henian looked over, wanting to see exactly who dared to oppose him.

Before long, a young man appeared.

He wore a golden robe and held a jade fan in his hand. His face was gaunt, his eyes narrow and long, and he squinted slightly, looking at Wei Henian with a playful expression.