Zhou Kangyong and Wu Dalang

"What was that look supposed to mean?"

Bai Feixue noticed something very wrong with Li Shouyi's gaze. She kept feeling that he was thinking something unsavory.

"Heh, who wants to play with a crazy woman like you? See you!"

If he couldn't afford to provoke her, he could at least hide.

Li Shouyi didn't believe Bai Feixue would offer ten million spirit stones as a bounty on him.

So the moment he finished speaking, he hurried away with his three disciples, who were already discussing who should raise his and Bai Feixue's future children.

If he didn't leave now, he figured these three idiot disciples would start discussing the children's marriages.

Li Shouyi instantly turned into a streak of light and vanished before Bai Feixue's eyes. He was so fast that people would have believed it if someone said he was in the Spirit Severing Realm.

By the time Bai Feixue came to her senses, Li Shouyi was already gone.

"Elder Bai, Elder Hei, hurry up and chase him!"

Seeing Bai Feixue's anxious expression, Elder Hei and Elder Bai spread their hands and said, "Miss, that young master clearly specializes in escape arts. These two old fossils can't catch him."

"Hmph, you two really are useless."

Bai Feixue snapped at them, then looked in the direction Li Shouyi had fled and thought.

You lecher, you won't escape the palm of my hand!

Throughout Great Zhou, everyone learned of one particular incident.

The Fourth Prince had nearly been rendered incapable of performing as a man at the Cloud Cliff Sect.

The common people, who had little entertainment to begin with, suddenly found plenty to amuse themselves with.

"Old Zhang, tell me, if a man can't get it up anymore, what's the point of living?"

"Hahaha, exactly! If I became a eunuch, I'd probably have killed myself already."

This was on the second floor of a restaurant,

where three men at one of the tables were making jokes about Zhou Kangyong's predicament.

Just as their conversation was getting lively, an abrupt voice made their hair stand on end.

"You seem to be having a lot of fun!"

Seeing that a man dressed in black and wearing a cloak had interrupted them, they immediately grew annoyed.

"Who the hell are you? What's it got to do with you?"

"Exactly! Do you live by the sea or something, sticking your nose into everything that far and wide?"

The man in black let out a cold, sinister chuckle.

"Of course it has something to do with me." As he spoke, he removed his cloak and said to them, "Because I'm the man you're talking about."

Zhou Kangyong looked at them as though they were already corpses, a sneer slowly forming on his lips.

"F-Fourth Prince..."

Whoosh...

A cold flash swept past, and several heads flew into the air.

"Ah..."

"Murder!"

Chaos, screams, and cries for help erupted all at once.

A little while later, a squad of officers finally arrived.

When their constable saw a man in black still calmly drinking wine, he warily demanded, "Why did you kill them?"

"Because they deserved to die."

Since Zhou Kangyong had his back to him, the constable hadn't seen his face.

"In that case, please come back to the magistrate's office with me."

"Do you want to die too?"

Only after saying that did Zhou Kangyong turn around to face the constable.

"Y-Your Highness, Fourth Prince..."

That night, in the imperial palace of Great Zhou.

"Greetings, Father."

"Rise! It seems you've recovered well. Your cultivation has even reached the Golden Core Realm. What happened at the Cloud Cliff Sect doesn't seem to have been entirely bad for you."

"Thank you, Father."

"The only reason I was able to advance to the Golden Core Realm so quickly was that I kept thinking about how to take revenge on Li Shouyi. Father, you said last time..."

"That once I reached the Golden Core Realm, you would let me personally lead men to take revenge on Li Shouyi."

Zhou Kangyong had been waiting for this day for a very long time.

He would never forget the humiliation Li Shouyi had inflicted on him that day.

Although Li Shouyi's cultivation was in the Spirit Severing Realm, that didn't matter. He wasn't just some ordinary Golden Core cultivator, after all.

He, Zhou Kangyong, was the Fourth Prince of Great Zhou. Powerful backing was the last thing he lacked.

"That's right, and I've already discovered Li Shouyi's whereabouts."

"He's founded a sect of his own now, something called the Wastrel Sect, on Good Fortune Mountain."

"Good Fortune Mountain?"

"That doesn't seem to fall within Great Zhou's jurisdiction."

Seeing Zhou Kangyong's puzzled expression, Zhou Tianlong smiled. "Correct. It falls under the Dao Alliance's jurisdiction, but you needn't worry."

"Wu Jian of the Dao Alliance is a good friend of mine, and Wu Dalang, the man who went to take revenge on Li Shouyi last time, is his grandson. So this time, you can act together."

"Wonderful!"

As soon as Zhou Kangyong heard the news, an excited smile appeared on his face.

An enemy's enemy was a friend. He understood that principle well enough.

"Go! I'll lend you Soldier No. 1. This time, you must personally wipe away the humiliation others have inflicted on our Great Zhou Royal Clan."

"Yes, Father!"

Meanwhile, at the Dao Alliance's headquarters ten thousand miles away, the same thing was happening.

"Grandfather, you've found out where Li Shouyi is?"

Wu Dalang pushed open the door to his room and excitedly asked his grandfather.

"That's right. He's on Good Fortune Mountain. Are you already itching to go?"

"I've been itching to go for ages! That damned Li Shouyi actually dared lay his hands on my wife. He deserves ten thousand deaths!"

"Heh, well said. Anyone who dares lay his hands on my granddaughter-in-law deserves to die."

After speaking, both of them revealed eerie smiles.

At that moment, Li Shouyi had no idea that his enemies were already preparing to come knocking.

He had just returned to the Wastrel Sect with his three idiot disciples.

But the moment he arrived back at the sect, he froze again.

The entire Wastrel Sect looked completely different now.

Seven or eight palaces had been built across the mountaintop.

What shocked him most was the grand, imposing sect gate at the edge of the cliff.

The three glittering golden characters spelling "Wastrel Sect" on it nearly blinded his twenty-four-karat titanium-alloy dog eyes.

Who had done this?