This eye-catching scene quickly drew the attention of many people.
"Am I seeing things? Isn’t that Yan Xiaohu from Little Spirit Peak?"
"That’s right, it’s really him. Looks like he just got back."
"Impressive, truly impressive. Digging up someone’s ancestral tomb, the damage isn’t much but the insult is immense. Fortunately, our Taiqing Sect’s ancestral tomb is within the sect, no need to worry about others doing the same to us."
"However, with spies everywhere now, I heard that to prevent reciprocation, our ancestral tomb has already been specially fortified with additional manpower by the Sect Leader."
"Good job, Senior Brother Yan. Finally, we have vented our anger properly."
The crowd whispered among themselves, Yan Xiaohu suppressed his inner excitement, pretending to be calm, quietly drinking his wine.
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Last time I came, all you could see was the fourth junior brother. How about it now? I’m not weak, am I, Yan Xiaohu.
"Third Senior Brother—" Just then, Zhou Qing hurriedly arrived and quickly sat opposite him.
Seeing him covered in blood, Zhou Qing felt a pang of sadness. He could hardly imagine what kind of pursuit and obstruction his Third Senior Brother had faced during this past month to return to the sect safely.
"Why put yourself through this!" Zhou Qing sighed and said.
Yan Xiaohu seemed indifferent, grinning as he picked up the wine pot and poured Zhou Qing a cup, laughing heartily, "Can’t help it, it’s just my nature. Cheers!"
Saying this, he raised his cup, gesturing to Zhou Qing, and then drank it all down in one gulp.
Zhou Qing had no choice but to toast to his safe return, but he still wondered where their master was wandering now.
Soon, the dishes were brought up, just as expected, everything was free of charge.
Yan Xiaohu looked at the disciple serving the dishes and couldn’t help but ask, "Didn’t the Hall Master mention anything about autographs?"
"Replying to Senior Brother Yan, Hall Master isn’t here, he went out a few days ago to find ingredients. However, he did specially instruct that anyone who could make it into the top twenty on the Cangyan Daoist Palace’s kill list would have their first meal free!" the disciple respectfully replied.
Forget it, it’s free anyway. Let’s eat first.
Meanwhile, a figure equally covered in blood was flying with Sword Flight, clutching a small box tightly in his arms. His eyes showed a hint of urgency and exhaustion.
When he saw the familiar outline of the Taiqing Sect, a look of relief finally appeared on his face.
"Core Disciple of Golden Sun Peak, Tan Qiang, lost my Storage Bag, without Identity Token, requesting Elder Wuzhu to open the gate!"
Once the man descended, he was extremely weak and shouted loudly to Elder Wuzhu guarding the sect gate.
To prevent impostors, nearly all returning disciples had to pass multiple verifications to re-enter the sect.
Upon hearing the man’s voice, Elder Wuzhu slowly walked out, just about to say something when his face suddenly changed.
Meanwhile, the smile on the face of the man named Tan Qiang gradually turned stiff. His entire body started to tremble uncontrollably, and then blood began to flow from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
His eyes were filled with disbelief. He reached out his hand, his lips trembling, and difficultly uttered a few words, "Help, help me..."
Before he could finish his words, he fell straight to the ground, his Nascent Soul didn’t even have time to escape before he lost all breath.
Elder Wuzhu was shocked, instinctively wanting to rush forward, but quickly thought of something and halted his steps, then hurriedly contacted the Sect Leader and Golden Sun Peak Peak Master Gao Xuan.
Soon, two figures arrived quickly.
Cao Zhengyang’s face was full of anger, his expression so dark it seemed like water could drip from it. This was clearly a blatant provocation.
To give this child hope and then let him die at the sect gate in despair, the perpetrator was clearly vicious.
Gao Xuan, looking at his fourth disciple lying on the ground, a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly went forward, squatted down, and placed a hand on Tan Qiang’s pulse.
Soon, his brows furrowed...