The Ferocious God in the Celestial Master's Mansion

The setting sun, like blood, spilled its light onto the green tiles and red walls of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain.

The air was still thick with the mingled smells of gunpowder and blood. Several rooms set ablaze by the Quanxing demons were still emitting wisps of smoke, and a group of young Taoist priests in blue robes were busily extinguishing the flames, carrying buckets and climbing ladders. The clinking of buckets, the priests' shouts, and the low groans of the wounded mingled together, shattering the usual tranquility of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The employees of Na Du Tong were also busy. Dressed in matching gray uniforms, some carried stretchers, carefully transporting the injured Taoist priests to the makeshift medical tent; others pushed and shoved the Quanxing sorcerers, whose hands were bound, into the woodshed on the west side of the Celestial Master's Mansion. The sorcerers, head bowed and faces filled with terror, had lost all their previous arrogance.

Zhang Yulei, carrying the black sword still stained with blood, slowly walked into the gate of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

His gaze slowly swept over the bustling scene before him.

Looking at the young Taoist priests whose faces were tired but who still persevered, and at the NaDuTong employees who moved through the crowd and directed operations in an orderly manner, his bloodshot eyes finally lost some of their ferocity and gained a hint of gentleness.

decades.

He had been in seclusion on Jingxin Cliff for decades and had never seen such a lively scene.

I have never seen the disciples of Longhu Mountain so united.

He paused for a moment.

His gaze fell upon an old locust tree not far away.

There, Lu Linglong was nestled in Lu Jin's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. The little girl's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and her clothes were torn in several places, covered in mud and blood. It seemed she had indeed suffered quite a fright in the woods.

Lu Jin stood there, patting Lu Linglong's back with one hand and stroking his beard with the other, his face full of heartache. He looked at his granddaughter, who was crying her heart out in his arms, his brow furrowed, repeatedly muttering, "Alright, alright, Linglong, don't cry. It's alright, everything's alright. With Grandpa here, no one will dare bully you."

As Zhang Yulei watched this scene, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

This old man, who usually looks so imposing and fearless, is surprisingly gentle with his granddaughter.

In that brief moment of distraction, he heard a rustling sound behind him.

Zhang Yulei turned around subconsciously.

But then he discovered that Zhang Chulan, who had been limping behind him, suddenly darted away as if he had oil on his feet. His speed was astonishing, and there was no trace of the pain he had been complaining about just moments before.

Zhang Yulei's brows furrowed instantly.

What tricks is this little rascal up to now?

Zhang Chulan jogged towards the Celestial Master's Hall. There, Zhang Zhiwei stood with his hands behind his back, talking to several heads of the All-Knowing Sect. Sunlight shone on him, making his apricot-yellow Taoist robe gleam with a faint golden light, making him look like an enlightened immortal.

"Master! Master, you must do me justice!"

Zhang Chulan's voice was high-pitched and thin, with a sobbing tone, and instantly resounded throughout the entire courtyard of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

As he shouted, he lunged at Zhang Zhiwei and tried to kneel down with a "thump." But as soon as he bent his knees, it felt like he had aggravated the injury on his buttocks, causing him to wince in pain. He could only force himself to change to a half-squatting position.

Zhang Zhiwei was talking to someone from Na Du Tong when he heard the shout and turned around.

When he saw Zhang Chulan's miserable appearance, he was stunned for a moment.

Zhang Chulan was covered in mud, his hair a mess, looking like a beggar who had just crawled out of a mud pit. His face was bruised and swollen, one eye was swollen like a walnut, and the other eye was squinted into a slit. His clothes were tattered and covered in blood and mud. Most striking was his bulging buttocks, the bruises of which were clearly visible even through his pants.

"What happened to you...?" Zhang Zhiwei raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice, "You got beaten up?"

"That's right!" Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan instantly felt like he had found a backer, and said with tears in his eyes, "Master! Look at my face! Look at my backside! That old bastard, without even asking what happened, came up and hit me! He even tried to slash me with his sword! If I hadn't dodged quickly, you wouldn't be seeing your grand-disciple today!"

As he spoke, he pointed to his face and then to his buttocks, looking as aggrieved and pitiful as could be.

Just then, a figure slowly walked over.

The newcomer was wearing faded work clothes, her hair was disheveled, and there was obvious blood on her hands. It was Feng Baobao, who had just escaped from Xia Liuqing and Balun in the back mountain and had rushed over.

When she saw Zhang Chulan's appearance, she was stunned for a moment before walking to his side, tilting her head, and looking him up and down.

"Zhang Chulan, what happened to you?" Feng Baobao's voice was still indifferent, without a trace of sympathy.

When Zhang Chulan saw Feng Baobao, it was like seeing a savior. He quickly grabbed her arm and cried, "Sister Baobao! Sister Baobao, you have to avenge me! It was that old man! He bullied me! He hit me!"

Zhang Chulan's howl was extremely loud.

Instantly, it attracted the attention of everyone around.

The young Taoist priests busy putting out the fire, the employees of Na Du Tong carrying stretchers, and the Quanxing demons being escorted all stopped what they were doing and looked over here.

When they saw Zhang Chulan's disheveled appearance—bruised and swollen, with his buttocks sticking out high—the entire courtyard of the Celestial Master's Mansion was filled with suppressed laughter.

Especially those who participated in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and haven't had time to leave yet.

Most of these people were brought by Lu Jin, and they were all prominent figures in the world of supernatural beings. They had personally witnessed Zhang Chulan's "charm" at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony—using his cunning and underhanded tricks to make the contestants run around in circles. Now, seeing him in such a miserable state, they couldn't bear it any longer.

"Hahaha! Zhang Chulan! What happened to you? Did someone beat your head up like a pig?"

"Oh my goodness! Your butt is so swollen, you probably won't even be able to sit down!"

"Hey Zhang Chulan, weren't you supposed to be pretty capable? How come you stumbled today?"

Laughter rose and fell in waves.

The young Taoist priests of the Celestial Master's Mansion were all blushing and trying hard to suppress their laughter.

They harbored a deep resentment towards Zhang Chulan. At the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, this kid represented the Celestial Master's Mansion, but he resorted to all sorts of underhanded tricks. Although he ultimately won the competition, he completely humiliated the Celestial Master's Mansion. Seeing him beaten up like this now, they felt incredibly satisfied.

"That's satisfying! So satisfying!" a young Taoist priest said in a low voice to his companion, "Let him try to pull a fast one at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony! Now he's got what he deserves!"

"That's right! I bet his butt will be swollen for at least ten days to two weeks! Let's see if he dares to be so cocky again!" Another young Taoist priest covered his mouth and chuckled secretly.

Zhang Chulan listened to the laughter around him, but showed no embarrassment whatsoever.

This is exactly the effect he wants.

The more people saw his miserable state, the more the old master would feel sorry for him. The more people knew he had been beaten, the harder it would be for that old man to escape.

What he wanted was for everyone to know that he, Zhang Chulan, had been bullied!

Hearing the commotion, Lu Jin also carried Lu Linglong over.

When he saw Zhang Chulan's bruised and swollen face, he was stunned for a moment, and then burst into a deafening laugh.

"Hahaha! Zhang Chulan! What happened to you, you little rascal!" Lu Jin laughed so hard he almost fell over, even his mustache stood on end. "Who did you say hit you? Point them out to me! Who has such great abilities? Aren't they afraid the Celestial Master will cause them trouble?"

Lu Linglong, who had been crying, couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw Zhang Chulan's disheveled appearance. The little girl laughed until tears streamed down her face, and snot bubbles clung to the tip of her nose, trembling.

Lu Jin looked down and saw the snot bubble on his granddaughter's nose, and couldn't help but frown in disgust. He stretched out his finger, flicked the snot bubble away, and then pushed Lu Linglong out of his arms with disgust.

"Go away! How old are you, still having a runny nose!" Lu Jin said with a laugh.

Lu Linglong stumbled from the push, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she clutched her stomach and laughed even harder.

Seeing Lu Jin's gloating expression, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but curse inwardly.

That old bastard, he's definitely not a good person!

But his face still held that aggrieved look. He took a deep breath, stretched out his finger, and pointed directly at Zhang Yulei, who was standing not far away with a gloomy expression.

"Old Master Lu! It's him!" Zhang Chulan's voice was filled with grief and indignation. "It's this old man! He attacked me without even asking what happened! He even tried to slash me with his sword! If I hadn't run away quickly, I would have lost my life here today!"

As Zhang Chulan's finger fell, everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Yulei.

Instantly, the entire courtyard of the Celestial Master's Mansion fell silent.

The crowd, which had been laughing and joking just moments before, suddenly fell silent, their smiles freezing on their faces.

All eyes were on Zhang Yulei.

The blood fell on his coarse Taoist robe stained with blood, on his hand holding the black sword, and even more so on his crimson eyes, filled with a chilling murderous intent.

An invisible pressure emanated from Zhang Yulei, sweeping outwards like a tidal wave.

The few strange people who were laughing the loudest just now were now trembling with fear, not daring to even breathe.

They could sense that the old Taoist priest before them emanated a terrifyingly dense killing intent. That killing intent was even more suffocating than the golden light and oppressive aura emanating from the old Celestial Master when he made his move earlier.

What kind of ruthless character is this?

How dare they hit the grand-disciple of the Celestial Master?

Moreover, judging from the old master's appearance, it seems... he knows this person?

Everyone was filled with doubt.

Lu Jin's smile froze instantly.

"Him?" Lu Jin's voice held a hint of embarrassment. "Zhang Chulan, are you sure you didn't point out the wrong person? That's right, you might not even know him. He's your grandmaster's junior brother, the youngest disciple of the previous Celestial Master, Zhang Yulei. By seniority, you should call him Grandmaster Uncle!"

These words shocked the entire audience!

Zhang Yulei!

This name might be unfamiliar to the younger generation of people with supernatural abilities.

But for the older generation of Yiren and the higher-ups of Na Du Tong, it was a name that resonated like thunder!

Decades ago, during the Battle of Blood Moon Valley, Japanese pirates invaded the Central Plains, committing atrocities of burning, killing, and looting. At that time, Longhu Mountain dispatched an elite force to Blood Moon Valley to intercept them. And the leader of this force was Zhang Yulei!

In that battle, Zhang Yulei, alone with his sword, summoned thunder from the heavens and slew over three hundred Japanese pirates, forcefully halting their advance outside Blood Moon Valley. In that battle, he slaughtered so many that rivers of blood flowed, striking fear into the hearts of the Japanese pirates. In that battle, he earned the title of "Fierce God"!

Later, it was said that he felt guilty because of the heavy sins he had committed, so he went into seclusion on Jingxin Cliff in Longhu Mountain to cultivate and never cared about worldly affairs again.

Decades have passed in the blink of an eye!

Everyone thought he had already passed away.

Zhang Chulan was also stunned when he heard Lu Jin's words.

Zhang Chulan's mouth instantly opened into an "O" shape.

Looking at the old Taoist priest before him, a storm raged in his heart.

So... so this old Deng is the old Celestial Master's junior brother?

Then...then isn't he his own grand-uncle?

Zhang Chulan felt as if his head had been struck by lightning, buzzing loudly.

He was just now... shouting that he wanted Bao'er to avenge him?

He wants the Heavenly Master to make the decision for him?

Zhang Chulan's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He wished he could find a crack in the ground and disappear into it.

Seeing Zhang Chulan's dumbfounded expression, Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He walked slowly to Zhang Yulei's side and patted him on the shoulder: "Haha, junior brother, I'm sure you know that this little guy is the grandson of that big-eared thief Huaiyi!"

Zhang Yulei looked at Zhang Zhiwei, the fierceness in his bloodshot eyes finally gone. He nodded slightly to Zhang Zhiwei: "Understood, Senior Brother. This little guy already revealed his family background when he was being beaten."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at him and smiled: "Your personality hasn't changed at all. You're still as fiery as ever."

Zhang Yulei's gaze fell on Zhang Chulan, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness: "This little brat is too cowardly. He stood by and watched someone die without offering any help. If he isn't properly disciplined, he'll tarnish the reputation of Longhu Mountain sooner or later."

Following his gaze, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Chulan and couldn't help but shake his head: "This child takes after his grandfather. He's a bit cunning, but not a bad person at heart."

He turned to Zhang Chulan, a hint of mockery in his voice: "Chulan, weren't you just yelling that you wanted me to stand up for you? Now, tell me, was it right for your grandmaster uncle to hit you?"

Zhang Chulan stood there, his face turning red and white in turns, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Grand Uncle...

This seniority was simply suffocating him.

He wouldn't dare utter a single word of dissent.

Zhang Chulan quickly lowered his head, forcing a smile, his tone tinged with obsequiousness: "Yes! Grandmaster Uncle did the right thing! He did well! It was my fault! I shouldn't have stood by and watched him die! Grandmaster Uncle was teaching me a lesson! It was for my own good!"

As he spoke, he repeatedly bowed in Zhang Yulei's direction.

She looked as obedient and ingratiating as could be.

Those around, seeing this, could no longer contain themselves and burst into laughter.

This Chu Lan's expression changes so fast!

Just a moment ago he was crying and shouting for revenge, but now that he knows the other party is his grand-uncle, he immediately changed his tune.

That's incredibly shameless!

Looking at Zhang Chulan's fawning expression, Zhang Yulei almost couldn't help but chuckle.

He stepped forward, reached out, and patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder.

It wasn't very powerful, but it carried a gentle, subtle energy.

Zhang Chulan felt a warm current surge from his shoulder into his body, instantly spreading throughout his entire being. The pain in his buttocks, which had been unbearable, suddenly subsided.

"Remember what you said today." Zhang Yulei's voice was still cold, but it carried a hint of barely perceptible concern. "The people of Longhu Mountain can lose, can die, but they can never be cowards. If you dare to stand by and watch someone die again, I'll break your legs."

"I understand! I understand!" Zhang Chulan nodded hurriedly, his head bobbing like a chicken pecking at rice. "Don't worry, Grandmaster Uncle! Next time something like this happens, I'll definitely be the first to rush in!"

Zhang Yulei shook his head as he looked at him.

Zhang Chulan stood to the side, clutching his backside, watching the scene unfold before him, and secretly made a vow.

From now on, I will never dare to provoke this grand-uncle again!

This grandmaster is ruthless!

We can't afford to mess with them! We can't afford to mess with them!