Irritable Senior Brother

"Today, I shall also commit the offense of insubordination!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, Jian Wuhen's eyes turned sharp. He raised the broom in his right hand, tracing an incredibly profound and arcane trajectory, and lightly swept it across Qing Wanyue's face, sending her tumbling away.

The physical damage was minimal, but the insult was extreme.

Although Qing Wanyue wasn't hurt much, her delicate face was inevitably stained with some filth.

"You dare attack me?!"

She hovered in mid-air, one hand covering the cheek that had been struck red by the broom, her eyes full of disbelief.

The dignified Peak Master of Qingluan Peak!

Actually defied in public by a disciple of a declining sword lineage.

And even struck.

It was an absolute humiliation!

"Why wouldn't I dare?!"

The moment he struck, Jian Wuhen's aura completely changed. That feeling of a gentle spring breeze vanished entirely, replaced by a wild, domineering aura of "in the heavens and on earth, I alone am supreme."

Before his voice even faded, his figure turned into a sword shadow, appearing before Qing Wanyue once more. The broom in his hand moved as an extension of his arm, transforming into thousands of sword shadows that shrouded down upon her.

"Back then, my Master fought a Deity Transformation expert while only at the Golden Core realm."

"I am not as stunningly talented as my Master, but today, I can try fighting a Deity Transformation expert as a Nascent Soul!"

"Good! Very good!"

Qing Wanyue laughed out of extreme anger.

Gritting her silver teeth, she slapped her right hand against her waist, about to summon her natal spirit sword.

However, Jian Wuhen coldly snorted.

"Using a sword in front of my Xuantian Sword Lineage?"

"You dare show off your insignificant parlor tricks before an expert? Absolutely ridiculous!"

His gaze focused, and he gave a light shout.

"Halt!"

Clang—

A crisp sword chime echoed through the heavens and the earth. Behind Jian Wuhen, a colossal sword that reached the heavens suddenly materialized, radiating brilliant golden light, its sword glare illuminating the world for three thousand miles.

"My sword is moving."

"Mine too."

The crowd in the plaza suddenly felt a tremor at their waists. It turned out that the swords they carried were involuntarily paying homage the moment Jian Wuhen released his sword intent.

The longsword within Qing Wanyue's dantian also buzzed along, unexpectedly disobeying her commands and refusing to come out.

She could feel her natal spirit sword resisting.

It was terrified; it was afraid.

"How is this possible? Sword Intent reaching the Profound?"

She stared at the person before her in shock, her gaze filled with horror.

Sword Intent reaching the Profound wasn't the issue.

The issue was that Jian Wuhen was only at the Nascent Soul realm, yet his sword intent could make the natal spirit sword of a peak Deity Transformation expert cower.

Before Qing Wanyue could snap out of her shock.

Jian Wuhen fiercely flicked his right hand, and the broom in his grasp shot forward like a streak of light.

Crack!

Qing Wanyue raised a hand and lightly pinched, instantly shattering the broom.

Wood chips scattered through the air.

"You think this kind of garbage can hurt me?" Qing Wanyue sneered, her face showing disdain.

However, in the next second.

Bang!

Jian Wuhen's body arrived like a streak of light alongside it. His right fist bloomed with a blinding white light, carrying boundless brilliance, as it viciously slammed upward into Qing Wanyue's delicate chin.

This punch caught her completely off guard!

It sent Qing Wanyue flying backward, tracing a graceful arc in the air.

"If you don't use a sword, I won't either."

Jian Wuhen instantly closed in, throwing punch after punch. A sky full of fist shadows rained down, beating Qing Wanyue to the point where she had no power to fight back.

Every single punch landed solidly on her delicate face without the slightest mercy. He went all out, shaking Qing Wanyue so hard that her vitality churned and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Finally, he delivered a downward straight punch.

Bang!

Qing Wanyue's body plummeted like a meteor, smashing fiercely into the stone slabs of the ceremony plaza.

Jian Wuhen arrived in an instant, blasting out another punch.

Boom!!!

This punch landed squarely on her face, driving Qing Wanyue's head straight into the ground.

The force was so massive that the entire mountain peak trembled.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Seeing that Qing Wanyue already had no power to fight back, Jian Wuhen showed absolutely no intention of stopping. He simply raised his fists and smashed them down, punch after punch.

"This is for not distinguishing right from wrong! This is for your malicious heart! This is for your insubordination! This is for bullying others with your power!"

"Do you think my Xuantian Sword Lineage has no one left? Or does this Qingxuan Sect have no one who understands reason? You think you can be completely lawless just because you're a Peak Master?"

"Fists of Justice! Fists of Justice! Fists of Justice!"

With every punch that fell, blood inevitably splattered and the mountain shook. Qing Wanyue's head was already deeply embedded in the ground, her body twitching powerlessly.

He had forcefully blasted a thirty-foot crater into the floor.

The surrounding crowd was completely dumbfounded.

"Is... is this guy really a Nascent Soul?"

"Why does it feel like a father beating his son, without any ability to fight back? Who exactly is the Nascent Soul and who is the Deity Transformation here?"

"So hard... don't misunderstand, I'm talking about the floor."

"Whoa!!!"

"So freaking powerful!!!"

Someone poked their eyes and roared, "This is exactly what I wanted to see! This is it!!! Being able to watch a battle of experts from such a close distance, even dying would be worth the price of admission this time!"

A Nascent Soul fighting a Deity Transformation, and on such an occasion to boot.

For this group of young geniuses who hadn't yet stepped onto, or had just stepped onto the path of cultivation, it absolutely counted as an extremely shocking education.

Not only did it completely sweep away the gloom they felt toward the Qingxuan Sect.

But it also made the thought of "a true man should be like this" rise in their minds. The gazes they directed at Jian Wuhen were filled with worship and reverence.

Listening to the whispers of the people around her, Qing Wanyue felt increasingly humiliated in her heart. But she was completely unable to mobilize the spiritual energy in her body, being firmly suppressed by the other party.

Jian Wuhen's fists seemed to carry some sort of supreme truth of the heavens and earth.

This feeling was just like facing... Lin Heming!

That's right, that old geezer actually gave special tutoring to this group from a declining legacy.

Qing Wanyue cursed profusely in her heart, but she could only struggle to hold on, acting like a punching bag as Jian Wuhen humiliated her.

On the ground, Ye Shu was also watching, absolutely stunned.

He had thought Eldest Brother was strong.

But he truly never expected him to be this strong. To some extent, being able to defeat a Deity Transformation female lead meant Eldest Brother could barely be considered to have crossed a realm and a half.

"How is it? Amazing, right?"

Suddenly, a hand lightly rested on his shoulder.

Ye Shu looked back and found that Chu Jinghong was standing behind him at some point, one hand on his shoulder, casually looking at Jian Wuhen in the center of the arena who looked like a god of war, his eyes full of worship and reverence.

"This is the Eldest Brother of our Xuantian Sword Lineage."

"Do you know why Eldest Brother is still at the Nascent Soul realm at his age? He wasn't a genius in Master's eyes, but he could still be considered a young prodigy. It's just that ever since Master left..."

Chu Jinghong sighed.

"You also know the situation of our Xuantian Sword Lineage. We have no Peak Master, not even a mountain peak, and we're in a mountain of debt. The sect doesn't issue us cultivation resources at all. It's all because Senior Brother took on missions day and night to earn spirit stones to buy cultivation resources for us, while being reluctant to use them on himself, that his cultivation stagnated."

"Let me tell you the truth."

"Actually, Shouzhuo and I don't have much affection for Master. It has always been Eldest Brother who taught us sword principles. He is like our master, and also like our older brother."

"We stay here not because of Master."

"But because of Eldest Brother."

Watching that figure in mid-air delivering heavy, visceral blows, Ye Shu fell into an uncharacteristic silence.

This feeling of having someone stand up for him.

How should he put it?

It felt incredibly satisfying, even if it did make his nose sting a little.