Chapter 138 - 135: Some People Are Still Dirty Even in Death

On the Martial Arts Arena, the old hall master, with a long spear in hand, was locked in a fierce battle with Feng Chuncai, whose body had swollen to the size of a giant!

The other Martial Masters and apprentices of the hall also descended into a chaotic brawl.

The joyous banquet scene from moments before was like a fraudulent old painting, instantly torn to shreds by the gentle slash of time’s Wind Saber.

Amid the shattered scene, someone shouted in bewilderment, "Seventh Junior Brother, why...?"

Before he could get the rest of his words out, the man opposite him yelled loudly, "Third Senior Brother, a wise man knows when to yield! If you don’t pledge allegiance to Hall Master Feng, then today, we brothers are fated to be nothing but enemies!"

While parrying Seventh Junior Brother’s blade, Third Senior Brother roared, "Who says I’m not siding with Hall Master Feng? Someone should have come and asked me! Dammit, you just started hacking at me without even asking!"

Seventh Junior Brother was taken aback. "No one asked you? Well, Third Senior Brother, are you willing...?"

Third Senior Brother said, "I’m willing!"

Seventh Junior Brother’s attack faltered for a moment. In that instant, Third Senior Brother abruptly drew a short spear from his waist and, like a colossal wave crashing through the Void, thrust it toward his junior brother’s exposed opening!

A single thrust struck Seventh Junior Brother square in the chest, piercing his heart.

Seventh Junior Brother’s eyes flew wide as a short gasp escaped his lips. "You..."

Third Senior Brother cursed, "Idiot! Willing my ass! Why the hell don’t you take a good look at what a piece of shit Feng Chuncai is? You think you’ll have a good end hanging around with trash like him? Instead of dying like a moron later, you might as well let your Third Senior Brother here teach you one last lesson in life!"

Blood seeped from Seventh Junior Brother’s chest as more gurgled in his throat. He could only manage a rasping sound. "You... you tricked..."

His resentful accusation of being tricked remained unfinished as he fell backward, dying on the spot.

A cloud of Resentment, invisible to the naked eye, shot up toward the heavens. Just as it was about to break through the night sky and merge with some unknown, ethereal place, it seemed to answer a calling. It made a sharp turn and plunged back downward.

Wangjiang Mountain, summit.

The Cultivators beneath the light screen clearly saw that the cloud of Resentment seemed to have a tangible form. In a flash, it plummeted into the Beauty Bottle placed in the center of the Martial Arts Arena!

The Cultivators on the summit couldn’t help but exchange glances, each seeing something different in the others’ eyes.

Meanwhile, back on the Martial Arts Arena of Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall, scenes of killing and being killed, like that between the third and seventh junior brothers, continued to play out.

Sometimes, someone from Feng Chuncai’s camp won, securing their life. Other times, it was someone from the old hall master’s side—a life-or-death struggle where one’s survival meant the other’s demise.

Some people in Feng Chuncai’s camp were even turned against him amidst the chaos.

The main force persuading them to abandon Feng Chuncai was Third Senior Brother.

He argued logically, "This man may look gentle, but his heart is treacherous and his cruelty knows no bounds. Is this Beauty Bottle something a Human could create? To say the one who made this thing is an animal would be an insult to animals!"

"If you associate with such a vile thing, you’ll be nothing but rats in the gutter for the rest of your lives. You think you’ll ever be able to make a comeback?"

"Your heads aren’t on straight! What a waste of a Human body!"

...

Third Senior Brother moved all over the field, his Lightweight Skill and depth of Power unexpectedly high.

Someone was turned by his words and immediately joined in cursing, "Dammit! I’ve had enough of this shit! You’re not even human, you monster! So what if I risk my life today? Feng Chuncai, you’re worse than a pig or a dog! You tried to buy Laozi with cheap favors. Laozi followed you before because Laozi is a Human being! And Laozi is betraying you now for the exact same reason—because Laozi is a Human being!"

But some remained stubborn. "Hall Master Feng has shown me immense kindness! I, Liao, will never betray him!"

Others whispered with tears in their eyes, "Brother, it’s not that I want to do this, but you don’t understand Hall Master Feng’s methods. I’m truly terrified! Even if I’m not afraid, my family will be..."

With tears still in his eyes, this man struck down a brother he was once close enough with to share the same pair of pants.

The fallen man’s eyes were wide, unable to rest in peace.

Another cloud of Resentment shot toward the sky, made a turn in the night air, and fell into the Beauty Bottle below.

From behind, a short spear shot out like a spark of fire, THUDDING as it pinned the killer to the ground.

Third Senior Brother cursed, "Garbage. A pile of excuses. You’re filthy even in death!"

Suddenly, a flying claw shot out from the side, instantly hooking into Third Senior Brother’s left arm. Though he dodged immediately, he wasn’t fast enough. The next moment, the claw tore away a chunk of flesh from his arm.

A spray of fresh blood splattered, and Third Senior Brother cursed in pain, "Dammit!"

The chaotic battle grew ever more intense. People died constantly, and clouds of Resentment shot toward the heavens, only to droop back down like fireworks and fall into the Beauty Bottle placed in the center.

At that moment, Song Ciwan was standing at a side entrance to the martial arts hall, watching Niu the Sixth and the gatekeeper, Ma Guard, bicker.

Unexpectedly, as the two were still arguing, and before they had finished speaking, a deafening roar of killing intent erupted from the center of Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall.

The cries came on suddenly and fiercely, yet they also seemed hazy, as if filtered through a distant veil, making it hard to tell if they were real.

Standing at the gate, Niu the Sixth was suddenly at a loss.

He was just a country fellow. The most courageous act of his life had been acting on a street rumor, suffering greatly under Master Wu, and obtaining an "Exotic Treasure."

But even with this "Exotic Treasure" in hand, Niu the Sixth really had no idea how to use it.

Logically, all he had to do was find an opportunity to drop the Little Silver Shuttle into the martial hall’s drinking water. After a while, everyone in the hall would naturally be affected.

Tonight’s banquet, with the entire hall gathered, should have been the perfect opportunity.

But who would have thought that before he could find a chance to poison the water, an unusual commotion would suddenly break out inside the hall.

Ma Guard stopped arguing with Niu the Sixth and looked toward the center of the martial hall. "What’s going on?" he said, alarmed. "Brother Niu, listen... doesn’t that sound... wrong?"

Niu the Sixth gripped the rattle at his waist with one hand and clutched the Little Silver Shuttle in the other.

The edges of the Silver Shuttle dug painfully into his palm. Suppressing his nervousness, he said, "It does sound wrong. Brother Ma, why don’t we go take a look?"

Ma Guard swallowed, his eyes darting around. "Brother Niu," he said, "I’m on duty. I can’t just leave my post. How about you go take a look first, Brother Niu? Whether there’s a problem or not, come back and let me know. If anything’s up, we can discuss it."

Niu the Sixth nodded immediately and bid Ma Guard farewell with a cupped-fist salute.

After parting with Ma Guard, Niu the Sixth wasted no time.

He clutched the Little Silver Shuttle in his hand and walked briskly in the direction of the sounds.

Song Ciwan immediately followed close behind. She watched as he deliberately picked secluded paths, running quickly until he soon arrived at the edge of a massive Martial Arts Arena.

There were almost no guards around the Martial Arts Arena—

No, or rather, any guards that might have been there before had now joined the chaotic battle in the center of the field.

The most conspicuous figures in the fray were an old man wielding a long spear and a giant who stood about ten feet tall.

The old man’s spear moved like a dragon. He suddenly leaped into the air and stabbed the giant in the chest!