Fang Siyu's Death Wish

Two days later.

In the courtyard of the Tianyuan Mountain residence, the sunlight was just right.

Gu Changyuan lay on a lounge chair, eyes half-closed as he basked in the sun. Life was leisurely and comfortable.

Suddenly—

A piercing scream, formed by the convergence of numerous female voices, erupted from the direction of Tianquan Peak. The sound wave was so intense that it startled countless birds on the two peaks, sending them flapping wildly into the sky.

"Hmm?"

Gu Changyuan sat up straight, a trace of bewilderment on his face.

With his divine sense enveloping the Holy Land in all directions, let alone a foreign enemy breaking in, even a buzzing fly couldn't escape his perception. It clearly couldn't be an enemy attack.

Then what was this commotion... Adopting the mindset of someone who loved a good spectacle, his figure flashed and vanished from the courtyard.

Tianquan Peak.

Outside the Taiyin Elder Hall.

When Gu Changyuan arrived, he immediately spotted Fang Siyu—who was currently kneeling outside the hall, his posture so devout it looked as if he were repenting for his sins.

His master, Chi Yuanyu, stood beside him with an expression of deep disappointment.

Gu Changyuan's gaze fell on Fang Siyu's face, and his mouth twitched slightly.

That face was completely unrecognizable.

Both sides were symmetrically covered with overlapping red slap marks. It was swollen so high that his entire head looked significantly rounder, as if it had been smacked around like a ball.

His face was bruised and swollen, and a few tears hung at the corners of his eyes—whether squeezed out by remorse or sheer pain was unknown.

Not far in front of him, a group of female disciples was glaring at him fiercely.

Their hair was still wet, and a few hadn't even had the time to properly adjust their collars.

Seeing Gu Changyuan appear, the disciples, along with Chi Yuanyu, immediately bowed in greeting:

"Holy Ancestor."

Gu Changyuan nodded, sweeping his gaze over the crowd before finally resting it back on Fang Siyu's ghastly face:

"I just came to see what happened here."

The female disciples raised their heads, their gazes landing on Fang Siyu once more. Their eyes looked as if they were itching to step forward and deliver a few more slaps.

One of them took a deep breath, her voice carrying suppressed anger:

"Reporting to the Holy Ancestor, Fang Siyu just barged in while we were taking a bath."

"Cough, cough..."

Gu Changyuan choked on his own saliva, a look of sheer astonishment on his face.

The next moment, he simply raised his foot and kicked Fang Siyu flying.

Bang!

Fang Siyu flew backward, crashed into a nearby tree, bounced off, and rolled twice on the ground before coming to a halt.

Gu Changyuan had obviously pulled his kick. If he had actually used his cultivation, that single kick would have been enough to kill him.

But while he could escape death, he couldn't escape punishment. The kick was not light; it left Fang Siyu's bones and muscles aching and his chest tight. He couldn't get up for a long time, grimacing in pain.

Damn it, I wanted you to act like a lovestruck wolf, not barge into a bathhouse.

Gu Changyuan cursed inwardly. With a wave of his right hand, a club appeared out of thin air. It was completely pitch-black and looked incredibly sturdy.

"Since that's the case, let's just cripple your third leg."

Saying this, he carried the club and walked toward Fang Siyu, who was still sprawled on the ground trying to catch his breath.

Seeing the Holy Ancestor act so decisively and ruthlessly, the anger in the female disciples' hearts instantly dissipated by more than half, leaving only sympathy for Fang Siyu.

After all, the moment Fang Siyu had entered, someone had noticed and immediately blasted him out. He hadn't actually seen anything.

To have his family line ended just for that... did seem a bit pitiful.

Some of the female disciples even began to hesitate about stepping forward to plead for him.

Hearing Gu Changyuan's words, Fang Siyu felt a chilling breeze sweep past his crotch.

He didn't know where he found the strength, but he suddenly scrambled up and bowed deeply to Gu Changyuan:

"Holy Ancestor, I was wrong! I didn't do it on purpose; I wandered in by accident!"

His voice cracked.

Gu Changyuan wore a smile, but that smile made a cold sweat break out on Fang Siyu's back:

"By accident, huh? Then remember to be a bit more careful in your next life."

"It was Feng Fei's idea!"

Fang Siyu practically roared.

"He told me that breaking into the female disciples' bathhouse might lead to a lot of sudden romantic encounters. I was just thinking about it too deeply and accidentally walked in!"

Terrified out of his wits, Fang Siyu sold out his accomplice completely on the spot.

The smile on Gu Changyuan's face didn't fade, and the club in his hand was already raised.

Fang Siyu wanted to flee, but he found that he couldn't move at all. He could only watch helplessly as the club whistled through the air toward his little brother.

Many of the female disciples nearby closed their eyes, not wanting to witness the tragic scene of a bird flying and eggs smashing.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out.

The club smashed into the ground just in front of Fang Siyu's crotch, sinking a few inches deep. The stone bricks shattered, kicking up a cloud of dust.

It was a mere hairsbreadth away from his little brother.

Fang Siyu looked down at the club that was dangerously close. Cold sweat instantly erupted all over his body. Drained of all his strength, he slumped onto the ground.

It was great to be alive.

It was great that his little brother was still there.

Beside him, Chi Yuanyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally settling back into his chest.

Gu Changyuan tossed his right hand, leaving the club stabbed diagonally into the ground beside Fang Siyu, and then made a grasping motion at the empty air.

The next instant, a young man appeared out of thin air. It was none other than Feng Fei.

Feng Fei had been wandering around the disciples' dormitories, dropping in on different rooms. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he found himself here.

Gu Changyuan knew him and understood his personality. He was usually laid-back and carefree, able to strike up a conversation with anyone.

Not only that, but his cultivation talent was quite high, making him a well-known figure among his peers.

Feng Fei was initially bewildered, but upon seeing clearly that it was Gu Changyuan, his heart tightened.

He hastily straightened his posture, feigning composure:

"Holy Ancestor, did you need me for something?"

His gaze subconsciously swept to the side. When he saw the bruised and swollen Fang Siyu, as well as the wooden club deeply embedded in the ground...

And then looked at the female disciples with wet hair not far away, he instantly connected the dots with the previous scream. His expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed on the spot:

"No way, Lao Fang, you actually broke into the bathhouse? I was just making a casual joke, and you actually took it seriously?!"

Gu Changyuan's gaze focused, and an aura of pressure spread out.

Feng Fei instantly shut his mouth. He scrambled over to Fang Siyu's side, knelt down with him, and began kowtowing at an astonishing speed:

"Holy Ancestor, I was wrong! I shouldn't have made inappropriate jokes, let alone instigated others. I know my wrongs and am willing to accept punishment."

His apology was so quick and his admission of guilt so sincere that it flowed like water.

Gu Changyuan had originally intended to lift his foot and give him a kick too, but seeing him kneel so fast and admit his mistake so readily, he couldn't be bothered to strike.

"I will leave the punishment of these two to you all to decide. If you are unsatisfied with the results, feel free to come find me, and I will just cripple them both."

As his words fell, Feng Fei also felt a chill between his legs.

It seemed some jokes really couldn't be made carelessly, or his little brother wouldn't be safe.

The female disciples exchanged glances and bowed together in thanks:

"Thank you, Holy Ancestor. We will handle the rest of the matters properly. We won't disturb you any longer."

The smile on Gu Changyuan's face softened:

"Alright, then I will be taking my leave."

With that, his figure flashed and he disappeared, returning to lie down on his lounge chair once more.