Grave Disrespect

"You really are hiding something."

Clatter...

The other two Inspection Team members surrounded Tiny Waist almost simultaneously, one on either side.

The long sabers at their waists came out with a clang, pointing straight at Tiny Waist.

"Talk! How did a female servant from District D sneak into District C? What are you after?"

Donkey Face was quick to react as well.

He charged over with an angry roar, mercilessly slashing at her with the saber in his right hand.

Tiny Waist's sharp tongue had nearly made him choke on his anger just now.

As an Inspection Team member who became the center of attention wherever he went, he had actually been left speechless by a little girl's scolding.

He had never expected the tables to turn so quickly. Now he could cover up what had just happened.

At the very least, he could shift everyone's attention elsewhere.

"Senior Sister Mu..."

Lin Shisan was about to go over and save her when two servants joined forces to block him.

They were Chen Yang's cronies.

One was Zhou Tongshan, the man who had called the Inspection Team over earlier, a cultivator in the third body tempering realm.

The other was Chen San, a servant chosen to accompany them to Jade Maiden Peak. He was the one who had embellished the stories about Lin Shisan and the other servants.

He was also at the body tempering third layer.

"Get lost!"

Tiny Waist was never one to sit and wait for death.

She bent both arms, driving her pointed elbows out. Two thuds sent the two Inspection Team members flying.

Her right hand opened, and the Nine-Section Whip rolled out.

Like a Black Mystic Snake, its black scales gleaming, it lashed mercilessly across Donkey Face's right hand.

Donkey Face cried out as a stabbing pain shot through his right wrist. A clang followed as his saber flew from his hand.

Its trajectory was just right.

The back of the blade smacked Chen Yang across the left cheek.

The unlucky bastard reeled, dizzy and dazed, then spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with his two front teeth.

Crash, crash...

Chen Yang, a body tempering fourth layer cultivator, rolled like a tightly trussed wild boar, smashing through the firewood rack behind him.

"This..."

The spectators could barely keep up.

They had not yet recovered from Tiny Waist's dashing display when they saw Chen Yang suffer that miserable collision.

"Does this servant have a death wish?"

"She not only struck the Inspection Team, she sent Chen Yang flying too..."

"Serves him right. That's what he gets for hurting people. He's used to throwing his weight around, but now he's finally met someone who doesn't care whether she lives or dies."

Their comments flew back and forth, every word reaching Chen Yang's ears and those of the three Inspection Team members.

Naturally, they also reached the two stewards and the twenty-odd servants present.

"You're the nastiest fool of the lot. I'll rip off your dog head first!"

Once again, Tiny Waist caught everyone by surprise.

The Nine-Section Whip danced in her hand, lashing like a roaming dragon toward Chen Yang, who had just hauled himself upright against the wall.

"I..."

Chen Yang was frustrated beyond words.

Her strength was clearly nothing extraordinary, yet she gave him an uneasy feeling.

It was as though he had seen her somewhere before.

Thwack...

A figure rose, and the whip fell.

With a wet crack, someone was whipped off his feet.

At the critical moment, Chen Yang had still brought out his trump card: he shoved a servant who had come to help him forward to shield himself.

A human shield.

"Aaah..."

The servant's right hand was ruined on the spot, snapped by Tiny Waist's Nine-Section Whip.

He spat out a great mouthful of bloody foam and staggered into a waist-thick tree behind him.

Blood ran from the corner of his mouth, and a small hole gaped in his chest. Pain curled his limbs into a ball, his face ashen and contorted.

"Chen Yang, you really are a sneaky bastard. You actually made someone else take the whip for you."

Watching the panic-stricken Chen Yang, Tiny Waist swung her Nine-Section Whip up again. "You're the one who killed him."

"Old Zhao, Old Ma, are you two brothers still just going to watch?"

Left with no choice, Chen Yang appealed to the two servant stewards watching the spectacle.

Like Chen Yang, both were in the fourth body tempering realm.

Including Chen Yang, the three veteran fourth body tempering realm cultivators would have a fair chance of winning even against someone at the body tempering fifth layer.

As far as he could sense, Tiny Waist was only at the body tempering fourth layer. There was no way she could withstand the combined assault of three cultivators at that level.

"One Body Tempering Pill each."

Chen Yang raised his offer again.

Old Zhao and Old Ma, those two fellows who never rose early without a profit to be had, still seemed hesitant and unwilling to act.

After all, they were all at the fourth layer, and this little servant had dared to come disguised as a man and beat Chen Yang so brutally. She could not possibly have done that without something to rely on.

"Besides, I'll ask the lord to grant each of you a favor."

Old Zhao and Old Ma, who never stirred without the scent of profit, were finally swayed by Chen Yang's offer of a favor.

In truth, what they valued was not a favor from Chen Yang, but one from the lord backing him.

"You sneaky fool! Do you think egging those two on means you won't have to die?"

Tiny Waist cursed again, while Chen Yang had already hidden behind the two stewards.

Unable to bear it any longer, she swung her whip again, ready to fight all three and vent this bitter anger for Lin Shisan.

"Senior Sister Mu, don't!"

Lin Shisan, who had been blocked, finally managed to rush over amid the chaos.

"Senior Sister Mu, they're all stewards. We can't afford to offend them. Why don't we leave it at this? I can take my time finding my father's memorial tablet later."

Once he calmed down, Lin Shisan still felt that this trouble would only snowball.

Three servant stewards were turning against them at once.

Leaving their strength aside, however justified he and Tiny Waist might be, they would end up in the wrong if this continued.

The servant over there and Feng Qiufeng had already breathed their last and ascended to heaven on the spot.

He had already committed the crime of killing a fellow disciple. Expulsion from the Azure Cloud Mountains was certain, and he could not drag Tiny Waist into punishment as well.

"Don't be afraid, dark-skinned boy. We're defending ourselves. If anything happens, your senior sister will shoulder it for you."

"Never mind these fools-even if Jiu Cao Lizi himself comes, your senior sister will still vent this anger for you."

Tiny Waist radiated murderous intent.

The Nine-Section Whip in her hand seemed alive, twisting as it pointed at Chen Yang.

"You worthless little fish! You don't know your own doom. You don't even respect Boss Han. Not even the Heavenly King himself could save you now!"

Chen Yang's dark eyes shifted, and he immediately hoisted a tiger's hide as his banner, borrowing another man's might.

He selectively picked out Tiny Waist's final remark and shouted it aloud before everyone.

Sure enough, the two stewards and three Inspection Team members, along with five quick-witted servants, all united on the same

front.

People always looked toward their own advancement.

However wronged Lin Shisan might be, Tiny Waist's slander of the head servant steward still put her on the road to death.

If they seized this chance to attack, it might well become an opportunity to climb higher.

"Honored stewards, Boss Chen, Senior Sister Mu didn't mean that. She had no intention of disrespecting Boss Han."

Lin Shisan hurried forward to apologize.

This was no joke: three servant stewards, three Inspection Team members, and another three to five servants.

Even if Tiny Waist was quite strong, against their combined fighting strength, she would ultimately have nothing left but vicious desperation.

He had caused this trouble in the first place.

If Tiny Waist was dragged down with him, ten thousand deaths could not absolve his guilt. Even underground, he would have no face to meet his parents.

All he wanted now was to shrink a major problem into a minor one, then a minor one into nothing, preferably keeping Tiny Waist entirely out of it.

Naturally, this dark-skinned boy had no idea that the Jiu Cao Lizi Tiny Waist mentioned was actually her father.

"Bullshit!"

Chen San shouted harshly.

He was Chen Yang's younger clansman, so naturally he would not side with Lin Shisan. "You offended Boss Han. You and this damned girl are both going to die!"