My Life Is Truly Hard!

Liu Wen was sixteen this year. His cultivation had only reached the level of a Two Star Dou Zhe, so how could he possibly be a match for Yun Shenwei? The slap landed squarely on his face, and only several breaths after the sound died down did he react, throwing back his head and roaring, "Bastard, I'll kill you!"

Having been slapped in front of so many people, Liu Wen simply could not accept it. He pulled a red medicinal pill from his robes and swallowed it in one gulp. Within moments, his cultivation suddenly surged to the level of a Five Star Dou Zhe.

Just as Yun Shenwei turned around, he threw a punch at the back of his head.

Liu Wen knew perfectly well that the back of the head was the weakest part of the human body. If that punch landed, even Yun Shenwei would suffer severe injuries. He might even lose his memory.

Naturally, he was doing this to kill Yun Shenwei!

"Yun Shenwei, dodge!"

The attack was too fast and the distance too short. Even Ge Ye, the Steward, a Seven Star Dou Shi and a deacon of the Yun Lan Sect, had no time to stop it. He could only shout a warning.

"Senior Apprentice Brother is in trouble..."

At the same time, the other disciples were so frightened that they covered their mouths.

Just as the tragedy was about to unfold, dark purple flames suddenly rose behind Yun Shenwei in defense. The next instant, everyone clearly heard Liu Wen's heart-wrenching wail!

"Ah! So hot! So hot..."

The hand Liu Wen had used to attack was completely engulfed in flames, and fire even covered his entire right arm.

In bone-piercing agony, Liu Wen fell to the ground and rolled about nonstop, trying to extinguish the flames through rolling. Yet it had no effect at all. Instead, the flames only grew fiercer.

"You brought this on yourself. You can't blame anyone else."

Yun Shenwei and the Fighting God Flame had always been one entity, their minds connected. The moment the Fighting God Flame moved to defend him, he already knew that Liu Wen had launched a sneak attack.

"This..."

Ge Ye, the Steward, froze. Even he had never seen such a horrifying method of attack, much less the ordinary disciples. Screams rang out endlessly, and some of the more timid female disciples were frightened to tears.

"Yun Shenwei! You'll die a horrible death! Ah... Yun Shenwei, you son of a bitch! If you've got the guts, kill me! Otherwise, I'll tell Master Gu He everything."

Liu Wen was in such pain that he wished he were dead, and his hatred for Yun Shenwei had reached its limit. If he could, he truly wanted to tear Yun Shenwei to pieces and grind his bones to dust.

"Aiya! Yun Shenwei, your good intentions have caused trouble this time. Not only have you failed to save your two junior brothers, but you've dragged yourself into this as well."

At the side, Ge Ye, the Steward, kept sighing. If an ordinary person had dared cause such a disturbance in front of him, he would have executed them on the spot long ago.

But it depended on who was involved.

Yun Shenwei was no ordinary disciple!

This boy had been exceptionally talented since childhood, was close to Nalan Yanran, and was the current Senior Apprentice Brother of the Yun Lan Sect. He was highly respected by the ordinary disciples, and even some core disciples kept an eye on him.

Just a few days ago, Sect Master Yun Yun and the other Three Great Elders had specifically stated during a high-level meeting that this child would surely achieve great things in the future. He might even lead the Yun Lan Sect to unprecedented heights.

This put Ge Ye in a difficult position. His hands clenched, then relaxed, then clenched again. After struggling internally for several breaths, he ultimately chose to side with Yun Shenwei and said meaningfully, "Yun Shenwei, quickly withdraw that demon fire. Do not take Liu Wen's life."

"Since Ge Ye, the Steward, has spoken, of course I must show you this respect."

Yun Shenwei took the opportunity to back down and, with a thought, withdrew the Fighting God Flame.

Liu Wen finally stopped screaming. He lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath. Sweat poured down his forehead, while his right arm was charred black, with bone faintly visible beneath it. There was even a waft of roasted meat in the air.

"What are you glaring at? You brought this upon yourself. Don't worry, I knew my limits. You won't die. At most, you'll lose your right arm and spend the rest of your life as a cripple."

Yun Shenwei looked down at Liu Wen's little face full of killing intent and could not help mocking him. He knew perfectly well that Liu Wen had taken some unknown medicinal pill for the sneak attack, allowing his cultivation to temporarily rise several stars.

If the Fighting God Flame had not taken the initiative to protect its master, he definitely would not have been able to dodge under those circumstances. After all, even a Dou Shi could not make their physical body invincible. If the back of his head had taken a solid blow, the best outcome would have been being unconscious for several days; the worst would have been death.

It was only because Yun Shenwei considered himself the Senior Apprentice Brother of the Yun Lan Sect that he had not dealt a killing blow. Otherwise, with the Fighting God Flame's might, what difficulty would there have been in not merely burning off one of Liu Wen's arms, but refining and absorbing his entire body?

"Forget it, forget it! In a while, I'll take you to apologize to the Sect Master and the Three Great Elders. When the time comes, soften your tone a little. With the Sect Master and the others there, Pill King Gu He surely won't do anything to you."

Ge Ye felt utterly miserable. What kind of day was this? It was simply the worst day he had experienced in his several decades in the Yun Lan Sect.

If not for wanting to build ties with Pill King Gu He, why would someone of his status as a steward take the initiative to look after a junior like Liu Wen, even handling all his daily chores?

He regretted it beyond measure, and regretted even more helping Liu Wen look for Xin Daorong and Niu Xuante. Otherwise, how could he have run into such misfortune, the sort ordinary people would not encounter in eight lifetimes?

Now that things had come to this, sighing and regretting were useless. Ge Ye could only hope the matter could be resolved as peacefully as possible, and that he would not be punished by the sect over today's events.

However, man proposed and heaven disposed. Just as he was preparing to take Yun Shenwei and the others to see the Sect Master, Liu Wen's older brother, Liu Ling, happened to pass by.

"Little brother, what happened to you?"

Liu Ling had originally been looking for his younger brother Liu Wen. When he saw him lying on the ground, barely alive, he immediately shoved aside the Yun Lan Sect disciples blocking the area and rushed straight over.

"Wuwuwu... Brother, you have to stand up for me!"

The moment Liu Wen saw his biological brother Liu Ling arrive, he burst into loud sobs. "Those two Yun Lan Sect disciples burned my package and pinned all kinds of shit on me. I thought Ge Ye, the Steward, would stand up for me, but who knew they were all in league with each other? Just now, this bastard named Yun Shenwei not only insulted Master Gu He, but slapped me in front of everyone!"

"Brother... Brother! Can we just endure this? I only threw a punch in self-defense, but who knew he would harbor evil intentions and release demon fire? If Master Gu He were not also in the Yun Lan Sect, they would probably have killed me to silence me..."

The more Liu Wen spoke, the more agitated he became. He cried as he talked, as though his mother had died.

The more Liu Ling listened, the angrier he became. When he saw his younger brother's ruined right arm, his heart ached terribly.

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto Yun Shenwei, who was closest to him. In an instant, he unleashed all the Dou Qi in his body, clenched his left fist, and smashed it toward Yun Shenwei's chest.

Ge Ye had witnessed the power of Yun Shenwei's dark purple demon fire. The moment he realized things had gone wrong, he wanted to speak up and stop him, but it was already too late. Liu Ling let out a miserable shriek, fell to the ground, and clutched his entire left arm as he screamed and rolled about...

Seeing this, Ge Ye could not help shaking his head and sighing. "Ai, my life is truly hard!"