It wasn't even the fishing season yet, yet this old man actually managed to hook a Dao-Transforming Sturgeon?
What sheer dumb luck!
Lu Renkuang froze in disbelief, his teeth clenched, the envy in his eyes burning brighter. When he spotted Song Yutai among the crowd, his fury erupted like a volcano!
Xu Baichuan, however, remained composed, merely lowering his gaze with a faint smile.
"Heh..."
"Patriarch Lu, we've been on good terms for years. Why must you greet me with such hostility?"
The verbal clash between the two sect leaders filled the lakeside with an oppressive tension!
The crowd watched in dead silence, not daring to breathe!
Feeling the weight of familiar gazes upon him and seeing Xu Baichuan's confident retort, Lu Renkuang narrowed his cold eyes, his attention locked onto the Dao-Transforming Sturgeon in Xu Baichuan's hand.
"Xu Baichuan, you and Luo Pengfei rely on nothing but a bit of fishing skill to deceive so many, don't you?"
"I couldn't care less about others, but you poached my disciples from the Mad Blade Heavenly Sect—even our secret blade techniques were stolen! I will not let this go!"
"Hand over Song Yutai and the others today, or my wrath will not be quelled!"
The amusement in Xu Baichuan's eyes deepened.
"Brother Lu, you misunderstand."
"Men seek higher ground, water flows to lower places. If your elders chose to join another sect, that's only natural. How can you blame us for that?"
As his laughter echoed, more and more figures stepped forward to stand behind the two patriarchs—many of them former elders of the Mad Blade Heavenly Sect, their expressions unafraid.
Faced with their cold stares, Lu Renkuang's rage boiled over.
"Fine, fine!"
"You ungrateful traitors, already trying to assert dominance for your new master? If I don't act today, the world will forget the might of the Mad Blade Heavenly Sect!"
"Since you insist on shielding these turncoats, and it's been over a century since we last sparred, let's settle this here and now!"
Even standing alone, Lu Renkuang's confidence never wavered.
This was the pride of the man once ranked second on the island!
A single word from him could shake the very foundations of Sunlight Island!
But today...
The crowd barely reacted.
The two patriarchs exchanged mocking glances, as if his challenge were nothing but a joke.
After consuming Dao-Transforming Sturgeon for several days, their cultivation had soared. They had even grasped other Dao powers, reaching the mid-stage of Heaven Tier Rank 4—their combat prowess far surpassing peers of the same level.
Defeating Lu Renkuang would be child's play.
This arrogant fool, still clinging to his outdated reputation as the island's second strongest, had no idea how far behind he’d fallen.
Truly ignorant of the vastness of heaven and earth.
Noticing Elder Liu observing from afar, Xu Baichuan chuckled and tactfully declined.
"Brother Lu."
"Fighting by the lake is forbidden—this has been the rule for generations. Don't make things difficult for us."
His words were reasonable and respectful to the island master, but to Lu Renkuang, they dripped with sarcasm.
His fury erupted like a storm!
"Hmph!"
"This is merely a spar—who said anything about killing?!"
"If anyone dares spread nonsense, I won’t show mercy! Stop making excuses! Today, we settle old and new grudges—let’s see who’s truly stronger!"
Ignoring the crowd and dismissing the rules, he acted as if no one but the island master deserved his respect.
Lu Renkuang stood with his hands behind his back, challenging them with utter disdain!
Witnessing such overbearing arrogance, the former Sixth Elder, Zhao Fuquan, stepped forward with a fist salute.
"Patriarch."
"Lu Renkuang looks down on everyone and ruins the joy of fishing. Allow me to teach him a lesson—and repay past humiliations!"
Before Luo Pengfei could respond, Lu Renkuang burst into mocking laughter.
"You? Daring to spout such nonsense?"
"Hahaha!"
Seeing his contemptuous sneer, the very image of an overconfident fool destined for defeat, Luo Pengfei simply nodded indifferently.
"Mm."
"Make it quick. Brother Xu and I still have fishing to do."
Zhao Fuquan stepped forward, battle intent blazing.
"Patriarch Lu, have at you!"
Seeing his former subordinate actually sent to fight him, Lu Renkuang’s disdain deepened.
"You have no idea how high the heavens are!"
"Used as a sacrificial lamb and still oblivious—let me show you the difference between heaven and earth!"
"If I don’t defeat you in three moves, I vow never to set foot on Sunlight Island again!"
His voice boomed as he stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of invincibility!
Yet something was off...
His once-overwhelming aura, which had once crushed the entire island, now barely elicited a reaction. The crowd showed little fear, as if they hardly felt his pressure.
A strange premonition flickered in his heart—
Then his eyes widened in shock!
Zhao Fuquan, his former subordinate, erupted with terrifying Dao power! Multicolored energy swirled around him, giving him an aura reminiscent of the legendary Nine Dao Venerables!
Impossible!
How could this mediocre underling have comprehended multiple Dao powers?!
Lu Renkuang’s heart clenched. He unleashed his divine sense to assess the situation—
And what he saw made his pupils tremble!
"Heaven Tier Rank 4!"
"How did your cultivation soar to this level?!"
Zhao Fuquan didn’t answer. He simply drew his blade with a cold smirk!
A terrifying fusion of Dao powers intertwined along the blade’s edge, radiating a chilling light. With a single swing, the energy surged forth like a tidal wave!
Faced with the overwhelming slash, Lu Renkuang paled!
He hastily brought his right hand forward, channeling his full power to block!
Palm force clashed with blade light—
BOOM!
In just one exchange, Lu Renkuang was sent flying like a leaf in a storm, his robes torn and hair disheveled! Though he barely managed to stay on his feet, his face was drained of color.
Within moments, he collapsed to one knee, glaring up in shock and fury!
"How did your cultivation reach this level?!"
A single move.
The man once ranked second on the island now knelt in tattered robes, his spirit shattered!
The more arrogant he had been before, the more pitiable he appeared now. The onlookers could only sigh in mixed emotions.
Lu Renkuang himself couldn’t believe it.
Falling from the heavens into the abyss, he kept snarling in denial.
"Impossible!"
"This can’t be real!"
Zhao Fuquan shook his head in exasperation.
"Patriarch Lu, times have changed."
"Do you think we abandoned the Mad Blade Heavenly Sect for no reason?"
"If you hadn’t repeatedly ignored our advice and missed great opportunities, we would never have defected!"
Great opportunities?
Hearing this, Lu Renkuang’s eyes widened.
"What opportunities could you possibly have?!"
"Catching one Dao-Transforming Sturgeon is just luck! That old fox Xu Baichuan would never share such treasures!"
Xu Baichuan remained smiling, casually waving the small fish in his hand.
"Brother Lu, you’re sorely mistaken."
"What I hold is but a drop in the ocean. Everyone’s fortune comes from the grace of ‘That Gentleman.’ To be frank, he’s already caught nearly a hundred Dao-Transforming Sturgeons—all resting in his manor."
Lu Renkuang’s mind blanked, his pupils trembling violently!
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esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
