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But Ruan Tao showed no shame on his face, instead displaying an expression of taking it all for granted.
He walked up to the unconscious Li Muxuan, looked down at him, and spoke in a low voice, which clearly carried throughout the entire Yinghe Tower.
"I'll spare your life today because you're not yet a member of the Quanxing faction."
"Otherwise, you will surely die!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the diverse expressions of the people around him, as if proclaiming some truth.
"You can't choose your birth, you can't choose your father, but you can choose your mentor."
"You were careless in choosing your teacher, and now you're looked down upon by everyone. You can't blame anyone else!"
Even if you get a bargain, you still behave well.
His hypocritical and self-righteous explanation caused many people in the building to frown.
However, what followed was even more shameless.
Hou Ling struggled to get up from the ground. He had been defeated by Li Muxuan in one move, and now he felt utterly humiliated, with nowhere to vent his resentment.
Seeing that Li Muxuan had already fainted and was powerless to resist, a ferocious look of pleasure appeared on his twisted face.
"Senior brother is right! Those who associate with demons are not worthy of being called extraordinary beings!"
He roared and limped forward, raising his foot as if to stomp hard on Li Muxuan's blood-stained face!
This was no longer a friendly sparring match, but a blatant humiliation.
At Huo Dezong's seat, Feng Ping and Zhao Tieshan flew into a rage, slamming their fists on the table and standing up abruptly.
They already despised Qingzhuyuan's bullying tactics, and now that they saw the other party about to do such a terrible thing to an unconscious person, they could no longer restrain themselves.
A flash of fire appeared on their bodies, and they were about to step forward to stop them.
However, a hand stretched out and blocked their way.
It is a high-altitude flow of air.
His brows were furrowed, and his knuckles were slightly white, clearly indicating that he was also struggling intensely inside.
He, who took it upon himself to eliminate demons and uphold justice, could hardly tolerate such despicable acts by Qingzhuyuan.
Feng Ping was furious: "Gao Gen, are you going to be a coward too?!"
Gao Gen didn't look at him; his voice was low and suppressed:
"That person is a disciple of the Ghost Hand King of Quanxing."
One sentence, like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguished the fury in Feng Ping and Zhao Tieshan's hearts.
Yes, Li Muxuan's identity is his original sin.
Gao Gen clenched his fist in his sleeve and said, word by word:
“We consider ourselves to be on the righteous path. If we stand up for him now, we will be making enemies of Qingzhu Garden and protecting a follower of a demon.”
We have no way to defend ourselves against this insult.
It's not worth dragging the entire sect into this quagmire of blurred lines between good and evil for the sake of an outsider.
He was describing a reality that was colder and more helpless than simply the gains and losses of interests.
Feng Ping and Zhao Tieshan were speechless, their righteous indignation turning into a deep sense of powerlessness.
They glared angrily, their fists clenched, but they could only watch helplessly as Hou Ling's filthy foot drew ever closer to Li Muxuan's face.
Inside the building, there was a deathly silence.
Everyone became indifferent spectators.
Zhang Yunyuan watched all of this quietly.
Qingzhuyuan bullies others by abusing their power.
Li Muxuan was isolated and helpless.
And Gao Gen's words.
Those words, each one imbued with "reason" and "correctness," yet cold and devoid of any human warmth, pierced his heart like needles.
He suddenly remembered the day his family was destroyed and his family perished.
The cruelty of those thugs was strikingly similar to the ferocity of Hou Ling before my eyes.
The indifference of the onlookers was strikingly similar to Gao Gen's current feeling that it was "not worth it."
Is this what they call the right path?
For the sake of the sect's interests and to avoid offending anyone, can one simply turn a blind eye to the shameless acts that are happening right before their eyes?
The path in his heart is not about sectarian differences or weighing interests.
It is good, it is evil.
Should we intervene, or should we not?
The scene before him made it impossible for him to stand idly by any longer.
Just as Hou Ling's foot was about to imprint itself on Li Muxuan's face.
Zhang Yunyuan moved.
He made no earth-shattering noise, and didn't even attract anyone's attention.
It was just a flash.
Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and a blue shadow appeared in the arena like a ghost.
The timing of his appearance was absolutely perfect.
It happened precisely at the moment when Hou Ling's foot was about to land, and when Ruan Tao and the others were most relaxed because they were confident of victory.
Zhang Yunyuan waved his hand casually.
He did not use lightning magic, nor did he use any domineering force.
Simply by using the Wudang principle of overcoming strength with softness to unleash the Great Ruyi Force, a gentle yet long-lasting and irresistible force emanated from him and spread outwards.
This force is like ripples on water, like clouds and mist.
It had no intention of harming anyone; it was just a gentle nudge or a slight pull.
Hou Ling, who was in a fit of rage and triumph, felt an irresistible, gentle force supporting his ankle, causing his sure-fire kick to stop abruptly in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch further.
Ruan Tao and the other two disciples of Qingzhuyuan beside him were also pulled back two steps by this gentle force, instantly disrupting their original positions.
With a mere wave of his hand, he separated the four people, averting the impending crisis.
The entire process was smooth and effortless.
Zhang Yunyuan stood calmly between the four people, blocking Li Muxuan's path.
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"We are both extraordinary individuals, so let's stop when we're exchanging blows. Why go to such extremes?"
"Who the hell are you? How dare you meddle in the affairs of our Green Bamboo Garden!"
Hou Ling was furious when his plans were ruined and immediately started cursing.
Ruan Tao's face also darkened instantly. He stared intently at the suddenly appearing boy, his eyes flashing with cold light.
"Kid, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise..."
His threat was cut short as he began to speak.
He and Hou Ling, among others, all saw it clearly.
I caught a fleeting glimpse of that boy, a thin layer of purity that seemed to transcend all boundaries…
Although the light was faint and only appeared for a moment, its majestic and righteous aura, which suppressed all evil, was something that none of the disciples from the prestigious sects present would mistake!
"Golden...Golden Light Mantra?!"
Ruan Tao's voice became somewhat shrill due to extreme shock.
"You...you're from Longhu Mountain?!"
In an instant, the entire Yinghe Tower fell into a deathly silence once again.
All eyes were focused on the slender, calm-faced boy.
His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.
Chapter 33 First Encounter with Wugensheng
Zhang Yunyuan said calmly, "I am Yunyuan, a disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion. In matters of the martial world, harmony is of utmost importance."
This sect was too influential, and Ruan Tao and the others were suddenly in a difficult situation.
Although Zhang Yunyuan did not reveal that he was a disciple of the Celestial Master, the mere mention of the Celestial Master's Mansion was enough to make him someone that ordinary sects could not afford to offend.
For a moment, the scene fell into an eerie stalemate.
Just then, the gate of Yinghe Tower was pushed open again.
Three figures walked in, and the previously noisy atmosphere inside the building instantly quieted down.
The leader, around thirty years old, wore an ordinary gray long gown, had a smile on his face, and eyes as clear as a mountain spring, yet also exuded a carefree and unrestrained air of having seen through the ways of the world.
He didn't have any powerful aura fluctuations, just like an ordinary scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken, yet he gave people a strange feeling that he could encompass the world and control all things.
Beside him stood an old man with a sinister face and a menacing aura, and a skinny man with shifty eyes and a slippery demeanor.
The old man's eyes were like those of a hawk; a single casual glance from him could send one plummeting into an icy abyss.
The skinny man looked around nervously, his eyes darting about like a mouse ready to steal oil at any moment.
Zhang Yunyuan's heart skipped a beat the moment he saw the leader.
Name: Wugensheng
[Superhuman Level: Hero (Upper Level)]
[Cultivation Technique: Divine Spirit (Great Completion)]