Chapter 94: Provide Food

The narrow tunnel was immediately filled with thundering cheers. The Rainbow's fat men were akin to a group of sun bears that had just discovered honeypots. With their thundering footsteps, they stepped onto Wen Leyang's body as they dashed outside.

Suddenly, a familiar voice that was sonorous and forceful echoed across the sky, "Where did these demons come from!" A steak of golden-colored Buddha's light erupted in the sky.

The seven fat men had never expected to meet with an enemy the moment they escaped from the tunnel. Each of them squalled as they raised their big weapons. On the other hand, the little stutterer gave a cheer. He pulled along Wen Leyang as he ran outside and blocked in front of the seven fat men. He waved his hands towards the big and tall monk standing on a huge rock not too far away, "B-b-b-brother disciple, don't fight...i-i-it's me!"

The person standing on the huge rock that was about to launch his attacks towards the fat men was the essential fighter of the Great Mercy Temple, Hope Aware from the seat of honor of the Ten Modes Monastery. When he suddenly saw the little stutterer Hope Voice running forward, his savage expression disappeared and a surprised expression appeared. He completely disregarded the fat men as he roared with laughter and pounced down from the huge rock. He held the little stutterer into his arms and growled vigorously, "Finally you're back. Hah-hah, wonderful! Wonderful! Quick! Follow me to see the abbot!" As he was saying that, he nodded at Wen Leyang and pulled both of them in preparation to leave.

The Great Mercy Temple was the orthodox school of Buddhism. Each and every one of the inner chamber disciple was gifted with a piece of birth-year bead that was laid as an offering in the worshipping hall. The moment a disciple passed away, his birth-year bead too would shatter. The little stutterer's birth-year bead remained intact. Hence, even though after the mountain collapsed and he disappeared, the Great Mercy Temple knew that he was still alive. Therefore, they never ceased searching for him.

Wen Leyang slowed down his footsteps. He turned around and looked towards Wei Mo who was still standing at the entrance of the cave.

Wei Mo was thin and bony. Standing under the sunlight, he appeared thinner and more desolate than before. He looked very puzzled. He was squinting as he looked out to the red sun high above the sky. Their Heaven-Teller cultivation sect was close to being declared the death sentence. He focused all his attention on helping Wen Leyang to predict the position of the tunnel and to punch a hole for their way out. As the great matter had been accomplished, his heart felt empty and he was unsure what to do.

Being virtuous and sincere, Wen Leyang could not bear to leave Wei Mo behind. He chuckled as he consoled Wei Mo, "All of the grand masters of the Heaven-Teller sect's calculation may be slightly mistaken. Do you think that you can try out the method of your master teacher's brother?"

Wei Mo peered once at Wen Leyang at a loss for what to do. He asked in hesitation, "You mean to enter society? Society...how do I enter?" His heart was perplexed as he decided on which course to follow. He had been living and cultivating obscurely in the deep and dark mountainside since young. Other than his master teacher, he had almost no contact with anybody else. The outside world was beyond unfamiliar to him and even the thought of it was terrifying to him.

Wen Leyang roared with laughter and he spoke resolutely, "Follow me home!"

Wei Mo suddenly widened his mouth into a grin, "I am waiting for you to say that!" He turned around and dove back into the cave. He left behind an indistinct sentence, "I am going to pack my things. Come back and look for me when you are done with your chores."

Wen Leyang looked around, turned out every cultivator in the world was remarkable.

The sunshine was pleasantly warm, the grasses were tall and the nightingales were flying in the mountain. It was spring, the third month of the lunar year. Wen Leyang inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh air. He then bent over his body and bowed at Hope Aware in salutation, he asked anxiously, "Great master, how long has it been?"

Hope Aware exclaimed, "It was summer last year when all of you disappeared at the mountainside. It is spring now."

Wen Leyang, Hope Voice and the seat of honor of the Ten Modes Monastery rushed back to the Great Mercy Temple excitedly. The Rainbow's seven fat men merrily followed behind Wen Leyang. They had stayed within the abyss of darkness within the mountainside for an unknown period of time. As Wen Leyang used his Faulty Punch to dig through the mountainside, the fat men followed behind him to clear away the stone powder. Even though the process sounded simple, the hardships and agony could only be understood and relished by those who experienced it. Within the eyes of these seven Rainbow brothers, Wen Leyang became someone they were closest to in the world other than their 'godfather'.

Wen Leyang also took fancy on these seven fat men from the bottom of his heart. When he was resting leisurely, he secretly counted in his heart. Wen Nine and Wen Thirteen, Bushuo and Buzuo, Shui Jing and Ji Fei, and now these seven brothers. Ever since he was elected as an inner chamber disciple, these were the people he had forged a profound friendship with that was adequate for him to open an abnormal human being research center already.

Before they arrived at the Great Mercy Temple, Shan Duan came out to greet all of them. The moment he saw Wen Leyang and the little monk, he did not speak anymore but he held on to the both of them. He did not have an ounce of Buddhism eminent monk's reservation at all. Instead, he was filled with an undisguised nature and unrestrained quality only possessed by the demon clan.

The moment the seven fat men saw Shan Duan, they immediately surrounded him. Their expressions were odd and eccentric as they asked altogether, "You're a demon, aren't you...the rabbit type."

Wen Leyang hastily blocked himself in between the two groups of people. He explained to the fat men, "There were two demons who pretended to be monks in the past. They are all dead now."

The seven fat men shot Wen Leyang a glance. They were suspicious. After a while one of the fat men walked over and patted on Wen Leyang's shoulder, he said in a very sympathetic tone, "If the demon is your friend, we will not fight him anymore."

The rest of the six fat men also gathered around Wen Leyang and patted on Wen Leyang's shoulder in a very sympathetic manner. They were ashamed for his lie.

Wen Leyang's lie was exposed by seven half-witted fat men.

It was as if the fat men had no plans to return to their mountain valley. They followed the monks and entered the Great Mercy Temple and started to explore the temple merrily. They wandered around the golden statue of the Buddha, the Bodhisattva, the Vajrasattva and the Arhat's. Wen Leyang was afraid that they would disrespect the Buddha, he hastily gathered forward and said to them in a low tone, "If you were to point towards the Buddha with your finger, the Buddha will punish you for your sin. You will then not be able to bend your finger anymore."

The Rainbow brothers shook their heads. They heaved sighs in a sympathetic manner as they once again surrounded Wen Leyang and patted on his shoulder.

Wen Leyang was at a loss whether to cry or laugh. He hastily followed behind Shan Duan and went into the abbot's meditation room.

The old monk Bu Le's bald head was shining. He roared with laughter. With an elated expression, he circled around Wen Leyang as he continuously inquired him about what happened. Wen Leyang could not acknowledge him as he was calling his family in a nervous state.

The call was picked up by the First Uncle. Upon hearing Wen Leyang's voice, the First Uncle let out a bold and unrestrained laughter out of heartfelt delight. His laughter shook Wen Leyang's eardrums. He informed Wen Leyang that he would come over to Mount Emei immediately to fetch Wen Leyang home. Wen Leyang hastily declined as he could not wait for the family to pick him up. He planned to depart for Nine Peaks Mountain as soon as he finished explaining to Bu Le and Shan Duan the incident.

After he hung up, Wen Leyang explained about all the details of his experience in the mountainside to the two demon monks. When Shan Duan found out about this so-called heaven-teller master teacher's brother, capable of telling the future of all the worldly matters who was wandering about in the mortal world, he was greatly startled. Even if he was not considered a disaster, he was considered an evildoer.

On the other hand, Bu Le was extremely relaxed. He chuckled as he said, "It is alright. That Wei Mo person that you mentioned, his master teacher's brother may not even be that capable of telling the future at all. There is no living immortal in between this heaven and earth now. At most he is probably a clay bodhisattva statue. Whether it is the heaven's path or the worldly matters, as long as it is a future matter, then it will be considered as a heaven's mystery. No matter how great this master teacher's brother of Heaven-Teller sect's supernatural power is, if he can tell the future, he will not speak of his talents so carelessly. Otherwise, the wrath of the gods is merciless." Nonetheless, he still instructed Shan Duan, "Pay careful attention to the One Word Palace. They will surely seek after this heaven-teller's curious man so he can help them to predict something. If they truly managed to find him, nothing good will come from that."

Wen Leyang continued to tell them about the incident. When he reached the part where he used the Faulty Punch at the mountainside and that he spent almost ten months' time to forcefully punched his way through the huge mountain, the two demon rabbit's little mouths were opened wide. Their gaze turned from an elderly's affection into the astonishment of discovering a monster.

Wen Leyang gave a rough idea of the situation. He then handed over the little knife in his pocket to the old monk. Bu Le's turned solemn. He received the jade knife and studied it for a long while, before muttering to himself, "This type of scarlet jade is used by the master cultivators of the senior generation from the Taoism School to attain mental tranquility. It is a good piece of jade with medium ability, capable of swallowing and spitting the sun and moon. The jade is hardened with the essence of the heaven and earth. When it is brought alongside a master cultivator of the Taoism School, it can help the cultivator to build and refine his primordial spirit."

Wen Leyang repeated Wei Mo's version of the jade once before asking Bu Le, " Is the energy contained in this scarlet-colored jade knife really capable of pushing out the mountainside?"

The old monk Bu Le nodded, "It should be. The person who the jade knife was adorned to in the past was certainly an immortal-like personage. The jade knife followed him year after year. It absorbed quite a lot of power too but I can't tell how was it shot into the mountainside. Over a considerable period of time, the life vitality from within the jade knife encircled it and pushed out a little stretch of the area for itself. That is not considered a rare occurrence, however..." As he was saying that, he weighed the jade knife in his hands, "You used the Faulty Punch to break through the light barrier, the life vitality contained in this precious treasure was exhausted by you. Now, it is nothing but a piece of unmined spirit jade."

When the monk was done talking, he tore out a string of Buddhist prayer beads. He threaded the silk rope that was used to tie the Buddhist prayer beads through the slim hole at the end of the scarlet jade knife and hung it around Wen Leyang's neck personally, "Wear it on your body. There must be some benefits to it after all. At least it is good for improving blood circulation."

Shan Duan waited on the side until Wen Leyang was done talking. He then laughed as he told Wen Leyang about the situation on his side. That very night after they had returned to the Great Mercy Temple, the temple deployed its monks to provide reinforcements to Wen Leyang. Nonetheless, they still arrive one step later. The mountain ridge had already collapsed and Wen Leyang, Hope Voice and the rest had already disappeared.

A monk found the corpse of Third Brother Wei. His state of death was beyond hideous. His entire body was destroyed by the immense force. There was no way they could gather up his body. So, he was turned into a red-colored stamp imprinted in between the mountain.

The method that was launched by the favus-headed old man in the green robe was the supernatural power that belonged to the strongest Blood Sect in the evil path of cultivation over a thousand years ago. It was unknown how many of the cultivators of the right path of cultivation died in their hands. In the end, the flagship leader of the right path of cultivation, who used to be known as 'The Right Heaven's Path', exhausted its effort and fought the Blood Sect in the final battle of burning jade and stone together -- destruction of both good and bad sides. The Five Blessings was also founded after that incident. Even though the event took place more than a thousand years ago, the evil name left behind by the Blood Sect remained terrifying to the cultivators of the right path of cultivation.

That was why the moment Third Brother Wei saw the blood lotus flowers, he was ready to risk his entire life's worth of cultivation base. As a result, he sacrificed himself in the process.

While Shan Duan was saying that, he shook his head with lingering fear, "If both of us were to fall into their hands that night... it is totally unexpected that the Blood Sect still had some surviving disciples."

Wen Leyang was very intimate with both of them by now. He did not have to think twice before talking to them. He laughed as he interrupted, "How can there be so many unexpected incidents here. Every time a personage from the evil path of cultivation appeared, all of you from the right path of cultivation will be shocked. The opposing party had been living secluded in the society for thousands of years, if they really were to launch an attack, heh-heh..."

The old demon monk Bu Le's expression still remained unbothered as before but there was a faint excitement on his face. He laughed together with Wen Leyang, "Launch the attack then, launch the attack then, hah-hah, it will be another thrilling match once again!"

Ever since Chang Li's last departure, she had never returned. Nonetheless, she was an outstanding great demon. She will only be the one bullying the others so the monks were not worried about her. After they remained in the temple for a few months, the two demon rabbits' injuries were fully healed. As for the One Word Palace, everything was in a mess after the decease of the third supreme leader. The remaining two supreme leaders personally led a large number of disciples into the society. They hunted after the surviving disciples of the earthly sect and set off many great blood-sheds. There were not many master cultivators in the earthly sect with outstanding abilities, who was willing to reveal themselves. Hence, the dead ones were only minute characters of a similar level to the wicked witch from Jingpo Autonomous Prefecture.

As Wen Leyang's whereabouts were unknown and the One Word Palace was already preoccupied with the affair of avenging Third Brother Wei, no one bothered to mention about the marriage affair.

The sects within the Five Blessings were after all from the same branch. While the other three Taoism school and the Great Mercy Temple had already dispatched their disciples to go downhill and declared their sides and that they would offer reinforcement to the One Word Palace, the cultivation world was slightly in a mess but the earthly sect's resistance seemed to be extremely weak. Hence, the action did not cause a great storm in the cultivation world.

Ji Fei and Shui Jing had since left Mount Emei. It was unknown whether they had returned to the Wen family village or not.

As the two parties finished explaining the sequence of the events, Wen Leyang suddenly recalled something. He said to the two demon rabbit slightly hesitantly, "Those seven fat men, they were all pure in mind..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Shan Duan interrupted with a chuckle, "Hah-hah, they have already stop capturing demons in your honor. Of course, we will also stop fighting the fat men in your honor."

The rough idea of the events that had taken place was finally clear. As who was indeed trying to deal with the demon sect in secret and all the related clues were destroyed, they could only discuss this matter again when they found the descendants of the Blood Sect or upon Chang Li's return after she successfully captured the giant pangolin. Wen Leyang bided farewell the two demon monks. He held on to the little stutterer Hope Voice tightly. Their friendship was forged from sharing weal and woe in times of hardship. It would certainly be much profound than the other relationships in their lives!

Upon seeing Wen Leyang's arrival, the Rainbow's seven brothers had the expression of being reunited with their family after a long while. They surrounded him and chattered.

"Where are you going?"

"All of us brothers waited for you for such a long time!"

"So are you too ashamed to face us after all your lies?"

"Fret not, if we are all as sensitive as you, then we would have dissolved our relationship already!"

"Speaking of lies and bluffs, it is the same as the people who scolded us. Our brothers rank the first place in the world."

"You can only rank the second place."

"You fool, not the second place, it's the eighth place."

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Wen Leyang gave a forced smile as he walked to the mountain to pick Wei Mo up, while he asked the seven brothers, "So all of you are not returning?"

The seven fat men made odd and eccentric expressions as they asked, "Return to where?"

Upon saying that, they did not wait for Wen Leyang answer. One of the fat men leaped out of the group and asked, "Your house, do you provide food?"

Ever since Wen Leyang told Wei Mo that he was bringing Wei Mo home, these seven brothers had made up their minds. Wen Leyang also did not mind. Since the Nine Peaks Mountain had an abundance of eggs and mutton, he was not afraid even if all the fat men within the entire Szechuan state were to stay there.

Wei Mo carried a small bundle wrapped in cloth on his back. He was already waiting at the cave entrance for them, Wen Leyang was eager to return home. He left the mountain without a moment's pause. The Great Mercy Temple prepared a car that waited for them at the foothill. The chauffeur was talkative. He was sighing, complaining about how the monks today received such good treatment!

After a day and a half, Wen Leyang was standing at the foothill of the Nine Peaks Mountain. He inhaled a deep breath and frowned.

Wei Mo stood by his side and asked in a low voice, "No one is here to greet you? Is it because I am not welcomed here?" He sounded rather concerned.

Wen Leyang shook his head. He signaled to the crowd to remain on the same spot, while he took a few quick strides ahead. After a while, he leaped back with a straight face and waved his hand once at the crowd, "There is an accident up there!" He grabbed Wei Mo. His body was like a lightning as he surged in high speed towards the Wen family village up the mountain slope.

The moment those seven fat men heard of the two words 'an accident'. They appeared excited as they took quick strides and followed closely behind Wen Leyang.

Dashing in high speed, Wen Leyang explained to the others, "The family launched the prohibition spell that sealed off the mountain earlier! However, it was already broken by someone!" As he was saying that, he pointed towards the rocks by the mountainside. Under the sunlight's reflection, the initially green-colored mountain rocks were seeping with a gust of indistinct redness. The outsiders would not understand. However, being an inner chamber disciple, Wen Leyang would, of course, recognize that this was the sign that the Poison of Earth 'Azalea-red' was destroyed.

Albeit the disciples of Wen Bucao were not involved in the heaven's cultivation, but the poison power of their prohibition spell within the mountains was astonishing. The ordinary small schools and sects within the cultivation world, for example, those people who came seeking revenge from the Palace of Sun Dynasty in the past, were of no match in the face of Wen family's prohibition spell.

There were signs of the strong poison being launched all along the way. Wen Leyang's expression became more and more distressed. In the end, he left Wei Mo behind and tossed aside the fat men and surged towards the mountain slope like a streak of vapor on his own. All the pores on his entire body rapidly opened and closed, contracted and relaxed. His telegnosis ability swiftly spread towards all directions. All of a sudden, two shadows clad in red-colored Taoist monk robe hiding behind the huge rocks next to the village entrance appeared crystal clear within his telegnosis ability.

Wen Leyang's telegnosis ability could not cover an area that was too wide. It was weaker than his eyesight but he was able to scan over the entire area without any blind spot. Just as he took notice of the enemies, the enemies noticed him too. The two persons shouted in unison, "Who are you, go back to where you came from!" In a flash, seven to eight streaks of sharp sword's reflection surged skywards and shot towards Wen Leyang in lightning speed accompanied by a clear humming noise.

Two young Taoist priests were under direct orders to guard the village entrance. The instruction passed down by their division commander was, "Execute those who attack!" The moment Wen Leyang appeared, the two little Taoist priests immediately pinched their hands into the sword-control gesture. Each of them conducted three to four flying swords. They watched as the flying swords were about to penetrate through the enemy as the village boy that was in mid-air appeared to be unable to exert his strength and unable to dodge. Unexpectedly, he suddenly vanished into thin air!

The vision before the two Taoist priests simultaneously darkened. Wen Leyang appeared before their eyes. Instantly, their fingers rippled with a piercing sharp pain!

The Poison of Life and Death was surging within his body, Wen Leyang's method had lost its prior powerful and unyielding mannerism, but his speed and agility could easily piss off a sparrow. He yielded no effort to strike the flying sword. He exerted strength from his waist and abdomen and used the Faulty Punch to change his direction abruptly in mid-air. He appeared in front of the two Taoist priests, stretched out his hands as fast as lightning and lightly grabbed onto the two Taoist priests' hands before tossing them to the sky. "Far from that!" His person had already surged into the village.

The two young Taoist priests' fingers were like chicken feet. Their fingers curved ghastly into a ball/. They wrapped their hands into their chests in agony. As the flying swords lost their master's guidance, the swords dropped onto the ground in a splatter.

Wen Leyang's telegnosis ability exploded with emotions. The moment he entered the village, he took a clear look at all the situations. It was exactly the same as the last time when he first cultivated the method left behind by Wen Lazi. At the open ground in front of the village, the Wen family were standing on one side and a group of Taoist priests was standing on the other side.

Third Elder Wen was battling ferociously with a Taoist priest clad in scarlet robe in the middle of the open ground.

The First Uncle Wen Tunhai's shoulder was badly mutilated. A few Wen family disciples were helping him to dress the wound. The disciples from the Death Trademark were nowhere to be found. There was only Wen Buzuo, who was following next to the Fourth Elder Wen, speaking to him in a low voice.

However, Wen Leyang was slightly relieved that there was only the First Uncle who was injured on the Wen family's side. On the other hand, on the Taoist priest's side, a great number of people were spread all across in confusion. Each of them was ghastly pale, they appeared to be poisoned with strong poison and were not rescuable.

The Taoist priests' robe were all identical. Amongst them, a group wore a dark blue long gown of the same color. The leader was a middle-age Taoist priest with a strong-built figure, who wore an honorable expression. He was holding a huge sword bigger than a cello in his cradle. He squinted his eyes as he looked towards Wen Leyang. The other group of Taoist priests appeared tackier and messier than those green-robed priests. They wore scarlet robes with golden silk trimmings. The dead priests on the ground were all wearing scarlet robes.

The scarlet-robed man that was in the middle of a battle was aged. His fingers pinched into the sword-control gesture in an extremely skilled manner as he conducted the red-colored long sword in mid-air. In the midst of the long sword's movements, it would faintly erupt in a puff of flames, appearing magnificent.

Third Elder Wen unfolded his battle posture. He advanced and retreated like a ghost. Every time the flying sword shot towards him, he would dodge away the moment he was about to be struck by the sword. However, when he tried to approach the Taoist priest, he was blocked by the flying sword.

This was the first time Wen Leyang truly saw that the zombie-like Third Grandpa fought, he gasped in heartfelt admiration, the First Uncle and the First Grandpa displayed the Faulty Punch in an awe-inspiring and trenchant manner, while the Third Grandpa displayed the Faulty Punch in a cunning and savage manner. Drifting from place to place, the old man was like a withered leaf, he would dodge the flying sword's piercing-cold mannerism. Despite the flying sword was as fast as lightning, it would never harm him.

The scarlet-robed Taoist priest had already battled the Third Grand Elder Wen for quite some time. The more he fought the more anxious he became. He was after all a respected personage in the cultivation world. Unexpectedly, even after he brandished his treasured weapon, he was helpless in facing a mortal family's old man. Just as he was about to speed up his flying sword, the telegnosis ability surrounding his entire body shook. A human figure punched towards his direction from the village entrance.

The scarlet-robed man was startled. He did not have the time to shout penalty and the sword-control gesture on his hand switched. The flame-colored long sword immediately rippled in a spectrum of flames and guarded him!

Wen Leyang's telegnosis ability transmitted the situation all around him to his mind in the blink of an eye. His body had not stopped moving at all. As he pounced on the battlegroup in the open ground, he slammed towards the scarlet-robed man with threatening gestures. Suddenly, his body felt warm. A longsword wrapped in scorching heat wave appeared in front of the opposing party. Wen Leyang's fingers oscillated like wheels as he knocked ferociously on the sword's body in a ghastly tremble.

Initially, the long sword was plundering as fast as lightning. Upon being knocked by Wen Leyang's Faulty Punch, it shook vigorously. The scarlet-robed Taoist priest turned pale with fear. The strand of primordial spirit that he attached to the flying sword was following the opposing party's rhythm. His primordial spirit trembled in agony as he hastily shouted loudly once to calm his state of mind. The sword-control gesture in his hand turned in preparation to retract the flying sword.

Wen Leyang seized the opportunity when the flying sword stopped to circle around and stomp his foot hard into the Taoist priest's stomach.

As Wen Leyang had been in battles with Taoist priests, he understood that he should be fighting the person and not his treasured weapon.

The scarlet-robed Taoist priest gave a desolated humph. His hands exerted strength as he punched and bombarded Wen Leyang's foot ferociously. The opposing party's peculiar finger force could break the spell of a treasured weapon. His body was surprisingly agile but the Taoist priest was still as confident as before. After all, the young fellow pouncing over was still a mortal being. He, on the other hand, had accumulated centuries of life vitality force that he could even crush a pile of reinforced concrete into sand. It was as if he could already see the tragic appearance of the opponent's leg being snapped into three chunks at the ankle, knee, and hip.

Before the Taoist priest could curl his lips into a grim sneer, his pupils had already dilated.

A gush of vigorous strength beyond his imagination, similar to the foul wave, surged high to the sky and burst with a loud bang. It came from the opponent's leg in an extremely domineering manner, raging and roaring all the way as it surged from his fist into his body!

He could even hear from within his body, the crisp sound of beans erupting rapidly and vigorously. It started with his fist. His finger bones crushed his palm bones, his palm bones crushed his wrist bones, his wrist bones crushed his arm bone. Out of a sudden, that gush of tyrannical strength was abruptly constricted by the opposing party. The Taoist priest gave out a long agonizing howl as he tumbled heavily towards the back!

Wen Leyang was startled as well. The power from the converging point of the Poison of Life and Death within his entire body was so domineering!

The Wen family behind him could only feel that the vision before their eyes blurring, Wen Leyang ascended from the sky and sent the scarlet-robed Taoist priest, who was wildly arrogant earlier, flying with a kick. After a moment's silence, they erupted in a fierce cheer, Wen Buzuo roared the loudest amongst them.

Wen Leyang immediately turned around as he bowed with his hands folded in front of him to thank his joyful relatives.

Another scarlet-robed Taoist priest broke out in a torrent of curses in rage, "The disciples of Wen Buzuo are worse than animals, the agreed rule was to battle solo..."

Wen Leyang looked towards the Third Grandpa who was closest to himself in astonishment.

Third Grandpa disregarded him. He walked in small strides as he returned to his old brothers' side.

Wen Leyang sniggered. He turned around and looked towards the scarlet-robed Taoist priest that was cursing at him, "You are the one who struck my grandpa first. Do I still need to talk about the rules with you?"

Before his voice died away, the ground quaked for a moment abruptly. Seven fat men holding gleaming classical big weapons in their hands ascended from the sky. One of them was still lifting a skinny man in his arms.

The leader of the fat men swayed his big head once as he asked Wen Leyang magnificently, "Who struck your grandpa?"