“Well then, since the teacher is back now with important matters to attend to, it’s inconvenient for you to stay by my side. Why don’t you go find your senior and junior brothers first? Once the teacher finishes his business, he will come back to find you all,” said Lin Fan, maintaining his dignified demeanor in front of his disciple.
“Yes, rest assured, I will go find them,” replied Cao Tianjiao, nodding excitedly. He knew his fellow disciples would be thrilled to hear that their teacher had returned.
Back then, their teacher had suddenly disappeared without explanation. Not long after, a catastrophe struck the Great Yan Empire, forcing them to flee and endure hardships while wandering far from home.
“Hmm,” Lin Fan murmured, nodding slightly. Then, with a subtle wave of his hand, he tore through space and vanished from sight.
At that moment, Cao Tianjiao’s junior brothers and sisters stood there, stunned and speechless, their faces filled with awe at the sight of Lin Fan’s departure.
Once Lin Fan was gone, they gradually regained their composure and began to react with excitement.
“Senior Brother, why didn’t you tell us before that you had such an amazing teacher?”
“Yeah, it’s one thing for him to be young, but his strength is just too overwhelming—it’s terrifying.”
“And his aura! Just standing there, he exuded the presence of a supreme master.”
“And that palm strike he just did—wow! I bet even a Grand Heaven-level expert wouldn’t be that strong. It felt like the entire world was about to collapse!”
…
Hearing his juniors’ comments, Cao Tianjiao couldn’t help but smile proudly.
“Of course! That’s my teacher we’re talking about. Let me tell you, back then, all of us—including me and my fellow disciples—were considered the least talented in the academy. Two years ago, my cultivation was still at the Late Heaven stage, but with my teacher’s guidance, my progress skyrocketed,” Cao Tianjiao said, his mood lifting.
“What? No way! Senior Brother, when you first joined the Chihong Sect, you were only at the Early Heaven stage. Didn’t you reach your current level through your own hard work?” one of the juniors interjected doubtfully.
“Yeah…” the others nodded in agreement.
Cao Tianjiao looked at them all, his expression softening with gratitude as he recalled the past. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he gazed into the endless void and said, “You wouldn’t understand…”
“How would we understand if you don’t explain it?”
“Yeah… tell us!”
…
Cao Tianjiao chuckled, shaking his head. “You wouldn’t understand…”
“…” The juniors fell silent.
…
Lin Fan hadn’t expected to run into one of his former disciples so soon after arriving in Cangling Zhou from Dongling Zhou. He felt a surge of emotion.
It had already been two years. It was time to go back and see how things were.
He wondered what had become of the old stronghold of the Saint-Demon Sect—or whether someone else had taken it over.
A cold glint flashed in Lin Fan’s eyes. This time, he would not leave without turning the world upside down. He had suffered enough over the past two years.
In an instant, a figure shot across the void.
The former stronghold of the Saint-Demon Sect was a land of feng shui fortune. Although most of the buildings had been destroyed during the great battle, many still coveted the location.
Now, the Saint-Demon Sect had been replaced by the Qiankun Sect.
After the great battle among the Nine Sects, they had divided up all the wealth of the Saint-Demon Sect, and granted the mountain stronghold to the Qiankun Sect.
The Qiankun Sect’s martial arts training ground was bustling with countless disciples undergoing rigorous training.
“Hah!”
Roars echoed across the sky as disciples of the Qiankun Sect practiced their techniques.
One figure darted across the training ground like a dragon weaving through water, his blood surging like boiling water, emitting waves of heat.
“Tiger Roar!”
A disciple of the Qiankun Sect, brimming with momentum, threw a punch at a motionless figure standing ahead.
“Boom!”
A deep, thunderous sound erupted, followed by a cry of pain.
The figure struck by the punch collapsed instantly, spitting out a mouthful of blood, its eyes filled with suppressed fury.
“Hmph, weakling. Can’t even withstand a single punch,” the Qiankun disciple sneered, casting a disdainful glance at the battered figure.
Around him, other disciples gathered, laughing. “Senior Brother, these former Saint-Demon Sect sandbags trained in the ‘Titan Demon Body’ for so long, yet they still end up spitting blood from one punch. They’re truly useless. I wonder why the Sect Leader keeps them around.”
“You don’t understand this, do you? The Sect Leader said that training must include real combat. These guys were once Saint-Demon sandbags, practicing the lowest level of body cultivation techniques. Though not impressive, they are tough to kill. Especially since their ‘Titan Demon Body’ has reached its peak, making them quite durable.”
“Oh, I see. So even these Saint-Demon sandbags have some use after all. But many have died in the past two years, leaving only a few. Senior Brother, you should go easy on them and leave some for us juniors.”
“Haha, naturally,” the Qiankun disciple laughed arrogantly, his eyes gleaming with cruelty as he looked at the sandbags. “What’s wrong?不服? You Saint-Demon sandbags are nothing but trash.”
The few remaining Saint-Demon sandbags glared at the Qiankun disciples, their hearts ablaze with fury, yet they could do nothing.
They were living under another’s roof now.
Even though they had been sandbags in the Saint-Demon Sect, at least they had some dignity. Some of their seniors hadn’t been so cruel. But now, the Qiankun Sect treated them with utter brutality, as if they were not even human.
During that great battle, they had all been sandbags, powerless. When their sect was destroyed, they were captured.
They had thought the other sects would release them, but instead, the Qiankun Sect Leader had taken a liking to them and kept them imprisoned, forcing them to serve as training dummies for his disciples.
Wang Xiaoliu clenched his fists, looked at his fellow Saint-Demon sandbags, and finally gritted his teeth. Though fear gripped his heart, he had had enough.
“I’ve had it! I’m going to fight you! I accepted being a Saint-Demon sandbag, but I refuse to be yours any longer. If it’s death you want, I’m not afraid!” Wang Xiaoliu roared, glaring at the Qiankun disciple.
“Haha!”
The surrounding Qiankun disciples burst into laughter.
To them, this guy was practically asking for death.
Even now, he dared to resist. He must really want to die.
“Xiaoliu…” The remaining sandbags, who had grown close over the years, felt concern rise in their hearts. They had thought of resisting too, but this was the enemy’s territory—what could they do? Seeing Wang Xiaoliu stand up to them now, they feared for his life.
“You? What can you do? You think you can fight with just the ‘Titan Demon Body’?” the Qiankun disciple laughed, his muscular frame exposed and radiating an oppressive aura.
Wang Xiaoliu glared at him, teeth clenched. “With my family’s secret technique!”
“Haha!” At that moment, the crowd burst into laughter again, as if they had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
Family secret technique? That was just too amusing.
“Come on, let’s see this so-called family technique of yours!”
“I’ll fight you to the death! Don’t you dare insult my family’s technique!” Wang Xiaoliu screamed, charging recklessly toward the Qiankun disciple.
“Haha!” Seeing the sandbag’s wide-open stance, the Qiankun disciples laughed again.
In their eyes, a weakling would always be a weakling. A family technique? That was just laughable.
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