Chapter 411 - 87: Great Chaos, Settling Accounts!

Chapter 411: Chapter 87: Great Chaos, Settling Accounts!

Zhang Lian…

Hearing this name, Luo Cheng immediately recalled his days as a servant disciple on Purple Rhythm Peak when he first joined Xuanyuan Sect.

Back then, due to awakening a Wasted Martial Soul and offending the Crown Prince Hall,

everyone treated him like a plague, avoiding him at all costs.

Only Zhang Lian had a decent relationship with him and helped him quite a bit.

After the Green Cloud Trial ended, Luo Cheng smoothly entered the Outer Sect and was planning to find time to visit Zhang Lian.

But too many things happened afterward, and he became busy with cultivation, preventing them from meeting again.

He did not expect to hear news of Zhang Lian at this moment.

The round-faced girl, seeing Luo Cheng’s silence, thought she had upset him and instinctively retreated a step, her lips turning pale.

A female companion beside her quickly apologized:

“Senior Brother Luo Cheng, Lu Xuan was merely anxious in the moment. If anything offended you, please forgive her.”

Servant disciples had the lowest status in the sect, and offending an Outer Disciple could have very serious consequences.

Luo Cheng shook his head: “There’s no need to be nervous. Tell me, what exactly happened? What’s wrong with Zhang Lian?”

The round-faced girl, Lu Xuan, seeing Luo Cheng so approachable, was momentarily stunned before summoning her courage to say:

“Senior Brother Zhang Lian is about to be expelled from the sect!”

Luo Cheng frowned, his tone sinking.

“What happened?”

Seeing her hesitate, Luo Cheng added:

“You two come with me to Purple Rhythm Peak! Explain everything on the way.”

With that, Luo Cheng led the way toward Purple Rhythm Peak.

Lu Xuan and her companion glanced at the Outer Elder standing nearby. Seeing no objection, they hurried to follow.

The Outer Elder finally snapped out of his daze, staring at Luo Cheng’s receding figure, murmuring:

“Luo Cheng is actually alive! I heard that the Linjiang City Pavilion Master, Luo Yao, personally escorted him back to the sect. Could it be…”

Watching Luo Cheng walk further away, his expression changed dramatically as he exclaimed:

“This could spell big trouble!”

“You all guard the mountain gate well!”

With a quick command, the Outer Elder briskly rushed into the sect.

On the way, Luo Cheng listened to Lu Xuan’s full account of the incident, his expression growing colder by the moment.

He hadn’t expected it.

The root of the matter still lay with him.

After the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition ended and news of him being hunted by the Blood Eagle spread,

everyone in the Crown Prince Hall considered him dead, believing he had perished without a burial place!

By the Eighth Prince Jin Min’s orders, no one even mentioned his feat of securing first place for Xuanyuan Sect in the competition.

Many members of the Crown Prince Hall, following the lead of their superiors, began erasing all traces of Luo Cheng’s existence.

Zhang Lian, who had always been proud of knowing Luo Cheng and maintained a good relationship with him, thus became a target.

Over the past half month, trouble had continuously found Zhang Lian.

At first, it was only verbal mockery and humiliation.

But recently, it had escalated alarmingly!

After hearing everything, a frosty smile appeared on Luo Cheng’s face.

“Heh, so these people thought I wouldn’t return. What a shame they’ve wildly miscalculated!”

“Rest assured, today I will get justice for Zhang Lian. Let’s see exactly who dares to hold a grudge against me.”

The two female disciples, hearing his words, felt both moved and frightened.

Servant disciples weren’t even considered true disciples of the sect.

Rarely did anyone care about their lives or deaths.

Lu Xuan said nervously, “Senior Brother Luo Cheng, please don’t act too recklessly. As far as I know, there’s elder backing behind those targeting Zhang Lian—someone from the Crown Prince Hall…”

“I know what to do.”

Luo Cheng gave a faint smile, though his gaze turned icily sharp, as he quickened his steps toward Purple Rhythm Peak.

At the foot of Purple Rhythm Peak.

A thin horse pulling a dilapidated cart trudged forward slowly.

On the cart lay a teenager, his hands and feet wrapped in bandages, his face battered and bruised—it was none other than Zhang Lian.

Walking ahead was a middle-aged man with streaks of white in his hair, simply dressed, guiding the thin horse along.

The middle-aged man was Zhang Lian’s father, Zhang Kesha.

Cough!

As the cart traversed a rocky path, the jostling caused Zhang Lian to erupt into a violent fit of coughing.

Zhang Kesha quickly steadied the horse’s head, guilt evident as he asked:

“Lian’er, are you alright?”

Zhang Lian shook his head, staring at the prematurely aged face that should have been full of vitality. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red.

Zhang Lian understood that over the years, his father had hunted tirelessly day after day, never resting, just so he could scrape together enough wealth to buy Spirit Pills and Spiritual Medicine for his cultivation to break through to the Tongxuan Realm within three years.

He worked hard at cultivation, hoping that one day he’d become an Outer Disciple,

living up to his father’s efforts and making him proud.

But now…

“Father, it’s all my fault for being useless…”

Zhang Lian gritted his teeth.

Zhang Kesha suppressed his grief and smiled, saying, “As long as you’re alive, that’s all that matters.”

Seeing his father’s forced smile, Zhang Lian couldn’t control his emotions any longer and broke down in sobs.

“Heh, so that crying sound is yours. Turns out it’s you, you useless brat! What’s this, mourning for Luo Cheng?”

Mocking laughter echoed from not far away.

A group of servant disciples approached, their faces openly displaying ridicule.

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“Zhang Lian, now at the Transcendence Realm Fourth Layer with a year left, you still have a chance to reach the Tongxuan Realm and become an Outer Disciple. Where are you planning to go?”

“Indeed, perhaps with some luck, you can be like Luo Cheng—making waves after entering the Outer Sect.”

“In that case, we’ll have to call you Senior Brother, won’t we?”

“Hahaha!”

The five teens, roughly fifteen or sixteen years old, spared no effort in their sarcasm.

Zhang Lian trembled with anger, quickly wiping away his tears despite the pain.

Zhang Kesha shielded Zhang Lian behind him, pleading:

“You’re all fellow disciples. Zhang Lian has decided to leave Xuanyuan Sect. Why push him so relentlessly? Please let him go.”

The five turned their sharp gazes toward him.

“A useless old man, this doesn’t concern you. Step aside!”

A tall servant disciple snorted disdainfully, shoving Zhang Kesha so hard he staggered, nearly falling.

“Father!”

Zhang Lian turned pale in shock, painfully propping himself up. “You! Don’t do this. He’s just an ordinary person. Whatever happened was my fault! I’ll apologize! Please don’t hurt him!”

“Haha! Finally admitting fault now?”

The tall boy, Chen Yu, sneered as he approached the cart, pressing down on Zhang Lian’s injured, bandaged leg with a malicious grin:

“I thought you’d have the same fearless attitude as that Luo Cheng.”

Beads of cold sweat rolled down Zhang Lian’s face as he endured the pain, gritting his teeth: “If you’re dissatisfied, come at me. Just leave my father alone.”

Chen Yu laughed mockingly: “You sure can endure a lot. Honestly, you didn’t do anything wrong. The mistake lies with Luo Cheng…”

“He opposed the Crown Prince Hall and even killed the Eighth Prince Jin Min’s cousin, Qi Guyun. Elder Wen said anyone associated with him wouldn’t have it easy.”

“Elder Wen ordered us to “take good care” of you. If you leave, how will we collect our reward later?”

“Let him go!” an angry voice roared.

Suddenly—

Swish!

A cold gleam slashed toward Chen Yu.

Startled, Chen Yu leaped back hastily, a chill brushing past his face.

Zhang Kesha stood holding a hunting knife, shielding Zhang Lian as he glared, panting heavily:

“You’ll have to go through me first!”

Chen Yu glanced at his torn sleeve, and his expression darkened ominously: “You old fool, do you have a death wish?”

“Father! Run!”

Zhang Lian shouted anxiously.

Zhang Kesha hadn’t awakened a Martial Soul and was merely a physically strong mortal.

Chen Yu, on the other hand, was a Transcendence Realm Fifth Layer martial artist, possessing the strength equivalent to Five Tiger Power!

A single graze could cripple; a solid hit would kill!

“Thinking of leaving? Stay down!”

Chen Yu’s face twisted maliciously as he charged Zhang Kesha, his fist flying out like a cannonball.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind swept by.

And then—

SLAP!

A resounding palm strike echoed.

Everyone watched as Chen Yu’s body, which had just lunged forward, was sent flying like a rag doll. Blood mixed with shattered teeth spurted from his mouth as he crashed heavily over ten meters away!

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