Blood gushed forth as Chen Zhitu let out a howl of agony, his face turning deathly pale before he collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.
It wasn’t until they saw Chen Zhitu’s arm being ruthlessly severed that the onlookers finally snapped back to reality, their eyes filled with terror as they stared at Ye Chuan once more.
"Healing Art." Ye Chuan extended his hand, and a green light shot out, landing on the severed stump of Chen Zhitu’s arm. The bleeding stopped instantly, and the wound began to knit itself back together at an astonishing speed.
Chen Zhitu froze, staring at his severed limb in disbelief—how could there be no pain at all?
He slowly rose to his feet, only to feel a sudden chill on the other side of his body. Turning his head, he saw his other arm being sliced clean off!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Healing Art." The green light enveloped Chen Zhitu once more.
"Guh…"
Trembling uncontrollably, even with his arms now gone, Chen Zhitu realized he had provoked someone far beyond his reckoning—no, not just someone, but an immortal.
The gathered clansmen, the elders, and even the bystanders all dropped to their knees before Ye Chuan, not daring to so much as breathe too loudly.
"What was it you said earlier? I don’t think I heard it clearly. Say it again?" Ye Chuan’s face bore a gentle smile as he gazed at Chen Zhitu, now armless.
"I—I-I-I… I was wrong, Immortal Master! This lowly one was blind and foolish!" Chen Zhitu’s face twisted into something uglier than a sob as he wet himself in fear.
"Oh?" Ye Chuan replied calmly. "Then let me help you remember."
The air rippled, and in the next instant, one of Chen Zhitu’s legs was severed.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"Healing Art." The wound was sealed once more, leaving Chen Zhitu a quivering, one-legged wreck on the ground.
The sight sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. None had expected such brutality from the slender, unassuming man.
"Remember now? Let me ask you again—what did you call me earlier?" Ye Chuan pressed.
"I—I…" Chen Zhitu’s face was ashen. "Spare me, Immortal Master! This lowly one dared to call you a ‘wild brat’—"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His remaining leg was sliced off.
Watching Chen Zhitu’s pitiful begging, Ye Chuan finally turned his attention to Chen Muling beside him. Her gaze toward her uncle was icy, as if she were staring at a corpse.
"Thank you for your intervention, Senior Immortal," Chen Muling said respectfully when she noticed Ye Chuan’s eyes on her.
At this moment, she couldn’t have been more grateful for picking up this naked man from the roadside. Who knew he’d become her lifeline?
Glancing at the elders, she saw their faces drained of color, too terrified to even flee—they remained kneeling, motionless.
They were all Qi Condensation cultivators. Who among them could possibly escape?
"Not calling me the ‘Naked Immortal’ anymore?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Ah—I wouldn’t dare, Senior!"
Ye Chuan didn’t mind. He’d just let his phoenix sunbathe for some extra calcium.
"What should be done with these people?"
"Whatever you decide, Senior."
"I can’t be bothered."
"Ah…" Chen Muling quickly responded, "I’ll contact the main family and deal with them according to our clan’s laws."
"Mm." Ye Chuan wasn’t interested, but he did hold some appreciation for Chen Muling—perhaps her lively nature, reminiscent of Luo Xi, had softened his heart.
"Handle it yourself." Just as Ye Chuan was about to leave, a voice suddenly shouted, "The Immortals of the Raging Sands Sect are here!"
Those simple words reignited hope in the kneeling elders and Chen Zhitu. Their heads snapped up. "HAHAHAHAHA!"
Three robed figures—two men and a woman—entered through the gate.
The moment Chen Zhitu saw the leading male cultivator, he screamed desperately, "Senior Xu, save us! This man is slaughtering everyone in the Chen Merchant Guild!"
"A demonic cultivator—a true demonic cultivator! We beg the Raging Sands Sect to uphold justice!"
"That’s right!"
"Senior, save us!"
"HAHAHAHA, his death is here at last!"
With the arrival of the Raging Sands Sect, Chen Zhitu and the elders burst into laughter, as if already savoring Ye Chuan’s impending doom.
The Raging Sands Sect was one of the most powerful sects in the region. Their sect leader’s cultivation had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul realm—no ordinary cultivator could challenge them!
"Barbaric. This defies all morality," Xu An, the leading male cultivator, frowned, his expression darkening as he took in Chen Zhitu’s limbless state.
He stepped forward, chin raised. "Who are you? Do you not know Chen Zhitu is under the protection of the Raging Sands Sect? You owe us an explanation!"
Ye Chuan’s back was turned, but for some reason, Xu An found his silhouette eerily familiar.
"Ah—" Chen Muling’s face paled. She had no idea the Raging Sands Sect would arrive today. She tugged at Ye Chuan’s sleeve. "Senior, run! Just helping me vent my anger is enough—I have no regrets!"
Ye Chuan remained indifferent. He cast a lazy glance at Chen Zhitu’s gloating expression before slowly turning around.
"An explanation?"
"What kind of explanation do you want?"
The moment the Raging Sands Sect cultivators saw Ye Chuan’s face, their bodies locked up in shock.
"This…"
Wasn’t this the same man who had beaten them senseless just this morning?
"Senior Xu, kill him!" Chen Zhitu bellowed, oblivious to Xu An’s rapidly shifting expression.
But instead of the expected retaliation, Xu An and the others immediately clasped their fists in salute.
"Senior! We—we acted recklessly!"
That single word—"Senior"—shattered Chen Zhitu’s last shred of hope. The elders fainted on the spot.
If even the Raging Sands Sect called him "Senior," there was no hope for justice.
How had Chen Muling gotten involved with someone like this?!
Chen Zhitu’s uncle and the others were petrified, their faces twitching uncontrollably.
"Ah?" Chen Muling stared in disbelief. Even the Raging Sands Sect addressed him as "Senior"? Just who was this immortal?
"Well? Didn’t you want an explanation?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Ah—n-no! Of course not, Senior!" Xu An broke into a cold sweat, forcing an awkward smile.
The bystanders watched, stunned. This was the first time they’d seen immortals wear such fawning expressions.
"Hm." Ye Chuan’s gaze shifted to Da Lei behind Xu An. "You. Any objections? Care for a spar?"
"N-no-no-no, Senior, you jest! We wouldn’t dare!"
The female cultivator, Da Lei, recoiled as if struck, shaking her head frantically.
If just a wisp of his aura had sent her senior brother vomiting blood, what chance did she have?
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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