Fang Chen's attack came so suddenly that not only did Qin Nie and the others fail to react, but even the protectors of the Nine Yang Dao Sect were a step too late.
The teahouse had collapsed, and countless cultivators flew out from inside, fleeing the area to avoid being caught in the aftermath.
By the time the protectors arrived, they saw several cultivators unconscious on the ground, having been affected by the residual energy of the battle.
At that moment, Fang Chen had already fought his way out with a Golden Core Realm cultivator from the other side of the teahouse. Although it seemed like a battle, in reality, the Golden Core Realm cultivator was completely on the defensive, unable to fight back. His spiritual energy barrier was shattered with a single palm strike from Fang Chen, and every attempt to cast a spell was interrupted by Fang Chen. The cultivator could only flee in a disheveled state.
“Quick, check if the Young Master is alright!” a black-clad cultivator shouted.
He and his subordinates rushed into the teahouse and found Qin Nie, Qi Fa, Qin Xuan, and others unconscious, buried under some debris. They had been caught in the aftermath of the earlier conflict.
The group quickly moved Qin Nie and the others out of the area. The leader of the black-clad cultivators had a grim expression, his gaze fixed on Fang Chen, who was surrounded by nearly a hundred protectors of the Nine Yang Dao Sect in midair.
“The Young Master is fine, just unconscious,” a black-clad cultivator reported in a low voice.
The leader of the black-clad cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.
“I have to admit, you have some skills. As far as I know, the Nine Yang Dao Sect doesn't have any body cultivation techniques.”
The nearly a hundred protectors surrounded Fang Chen tightly, leaving him no escape route. Every possible path was blocked by their presence.
“So you’re a body cultivator; no wonder your physical strength is terrifying,” Protector Bai Li remarked.
Hearing this, the other protectors quickly realized what was happening. Body cultivation had its own set of over fifty different traditions within various sects. Like techniques involving eye arts, alchemy, artifact refining, and sword cultivation, body cultivation was considered rare. However, body cultivation traditions had long been lost, and neither the Nine Yang Dao Sect nor the vast Azure Dao Manor had seen such traditions for many years.
“Friend, since you acted so suddenly, I won’t pursue the matter, provided you come with us to the Nine Yang Dao Sect to meet the Senior Elder. He is waiting for you.”
The expressions of the suspended Hua Qianchi and Zhao protector turned furious. They were being humiliated , and if they didn’t teach this person a lesson today, how would they maintain their standing in the cultivation world?
The protectors sneered repeatedly, their eyes occasionally flashing with greed. “Yes, come with us to the Nine Yang Dao Sect."
It seemed that the Nine Yang Dao Sect would soon add another tradition to its lineage, further strengthening its foundation within Azure Dao Manor.
Fang Chen smiled. “Your Senior Elder wants to see me? Then why doesn’t he come personally?”
Protector Bai Li's expression darkened. He coldly berated, "A dignified Nascent Soul Realm cultivator still needs to come personally to see you? Do you think you deserve that? Even if Pei Qingfeng were here today, he wouldn’t dare speak such words; he would have to address me as his fellow cultivator!”
Fang Chen smiled. “Well, that’s unfortunate. Martial Nephew Pei would have to call me his Martial Uncle. How about you give it a try?”
Huh?! Pei Qingfeng’s Martial Uncle?
Everyone was slightly taken aback. While they understood that this person had to hold a significant position within the Grand Thousand Dao Sect, they didn’t expect him to be a senior of Pei Qingfeng. According to their knowledge, Pei Qingfeng was currently at the highest rank within the Nine Yang Dao Sect, with no one above him.
Protector Bai Li frowned. "Why am I unaware that the Grand Thousand Dao Sect has such a prominent figure like you?"
“The Grand Thousand Dao Sect does not confine itself to one place. There are many elders in seclusion, otherwise, how could we be known as the orthodox sect?”
Originally, Protector Bai Li had some doubts about whether Fang Chen was truly from the Grand Thousand Dao Sect, but hearing this statement, those doubts were dispelled. Only someone from the Grand Thousand Dao Sect would speak in such a manner.
“Orthodox sect… Hah... Just a laughingstock among the various sects. Which sect in the world doesn’t have a more authentic and profound heritage than your Grand Thousand Dao Sect?” Protector Bai Li sneered. “Even the Nine Yang Dao Sect has a Fusion Realm cultivator in charge, whereas your Grand Thousand Dao Sect? doesn’t even have a single Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. You’re nothing but ants.”
“Have you forgotten where your cultivation techniques and spells come from? They didn’t just appear out of thin air, did they?” Fang Chen grinned. “Now that the sects no longer venerate the Three Divine Beasts, it’s as if they’ve forgotten their founding ancestors, lost their orthodox heritage, and become no different from ordinary cultivators.”
“The so-called Three Divine Beasts are merely fabrications by those with ulterior motives. The Nine Yang Dao Sect represents the true orthodox lineage of Daoism; we venerate our sect's founder—a Profound Immortal.” A protector retorted angrily.