The newcomer was none other than Xu Qingtong's master, Yu Tiancheng. Seeing Xu Qingtong lying wounded on the ground, covered in blood and grime, Yu Tiancheng said nothing. A Dark Gold Pestle appeared in his hand, and he raised it and smashed it toward Chai Zhengde.
Chai Zhengde was horrified. Why did this man attack without first asking who was right or wrong? In his haste, he could only gather a shield of spiritual qi in front of himself.
"Tiancheng, stay your hand!"
With a muffled thud, Chai Zhengde's spiritual qi shield shattered instantly like so much paper, and the Dark Gold Pestle slammed straight into his chest. Chai Zhengde spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with its string cut.
Dongfang Jin had not expected Yu Tiancheng to come, much less to attack immediately. Had he not shouted for him to stop, Chai Zhengde would likely have been reduced to pulp.
"Martial Nephew Tiancheng, this man is the head of Chai Family Fort, and also your junior brother Chai Long's father. Don't get agitated. Let us determine the cause before deciding what to do."
Yu Tiancheng said nothing, glaring sideways at Chai Zhengde. He helped Xu Qingtong up, tore strips from his clothes, and roughly bandaged his wounds. Then he took out an elixir and slipped it into Xu Qingtong's mouth.
Meanwhile, Dongfang Jin also helped Chai Zhengde up and tended to his injuries.
A short while later, Xu Qingtong slowly opened his eyes. Seeing his master, Yu Tiancheng, he hurriedly struggled to rise and pay his respects, but Yu Tiancheng stopped him.
"Qingtong, what exactly happened?"
Xu Qingtong glanced around and saw that the Dongfang Forefather was there too. With difficulty, he inclined his body slightly and said, "My respects, Forefather!"
Then he