Without You, I Matter

Heaven and Earth, ruler, parents, teacher.

In the martial world, the inheritance between master and disciple was regarded as even more important than that between father and son.

Disrespecting one's master, rebelling against and murdering one's master—such acts would be condemned even within the Demon Sect, where moral standards were abysmally low.

And yet Tie Tianhong had actually called his own master an idiot and a useless piece of trash before everyone present. Such conduct was simply monstrously rebellious!

Wu Wanshan stood there in a daze.

Even knowing that Tie Tianhong cultivated the Demon-Sky Pavilion's evil arts, he had only been furious and had not insulted him aloud.

Yet Tie Tianhong had not merely cursed at him—he had even dared to insult his father.

Before Wu Wanshan could fly into a rage, however, several white-haired refiners began berating Tie Tianhong.

"Tie Tianhong! Listen to the nonsense coming out of your mouth! You are utterly rebellious and have trampled all human bonds beneath your feet!"

These refiners were all from the same generation as Wu Yezi's father. They were elders of the Divine Mechanism Pavilion, men of Tie Tianhong's martial-uncle generation.

"All of you, shut up!"

Tie Tianhong said coldly, "That idiot master of mine was a worthless fool! He had the cultivation of the Ninth-Realm Heavenly Profound for nothing, yet every day he just—

—muttered madly to himself and obsessed over his Divine Weapons!

"Divine Weapons and Demonic Arms were left behind by the Primordial Gods and Demons. Their era has long passed, yet he insisted on obsessing over forging Divine Weapons and Demonic Arms. If that is not idiocy, then what is?

"Our Divine Mechanism Pavilion is nominally one of the Six Fish-Dragon Sects, but in truth, we are nothing more than an unorthodox side path looked down upon