Volume 1, Chapter 55: The Frustrated Zhou Xiao

Zhou Xiao was rendered speechless, while inwardly vowing that if he ever got the chance, he would definitely tear Lu Chen into a thousand pieces.

……

At this moment, Zhang Xianfeng was delivering an inspiring speech in the sect's main plaza. After his cultivation was restored, he had shaken off all his despondency and was radiating high spirits and boundless confidence.

He stood upon the arena platform in the middle of the plaza to address the crowd, while the disciples below listened with rapt attention.

Zhang Xianfeng nodded in satisfaction. This was the true Primeval Immortal Sect as it should be.

Just then, Lu Chen and Zhou Xiao came running over. They dashed straight into the thick of the crowd of disciples, instantly blocking anyone from seeing them.

Zhang Xianfeng, possessing sharp eyes, naturally spotted the two of them right away and immediately waved them over.

"Lu Chen, Zhou Xiao, come on up here."

The two exchanged glances before running happily up onto the stage.

Zhang Xianfeng scooped them up, one under each arm, and asked with a very benevolent expression:

"What brings you two here?"

Lu Chen awkwardly scratched his head and replied, "Master asked us to come find you, so here we are."

Zhang Xianfeng nodded knowingly and then asked, "In that case, what is it about?"

"Sect Master, you need to put us down first. We'll talk once we're on the ground."

Zhang Xianfeng was amused. "What kind of matters require getting down to talk? Very well, down we go."

With that, he set the two boys down, placed his hands behind his back, and looked at them with a kind and amiable expression. Then he asked gently:

"Alright, speak."

Lu Chen and Zhou Xiao exchanged a look. Having made up their minds, they proceeded to perform an action that left everyone present utterly dumbfounded.

……

Meanwhile, Lin Yang was sitting cross-legged in the tea room sipping tea, when he suddenly heard a chorus of bitter wailing and crying.

He listened closely to the sound, then twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered:

"Those voices... are those Lu Chen and Zhou Xiao?"

He walked out of the tea room, just as Lin Hongye emerged from the kitchen.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment, and Lin Hongye asked dubiously, "Master, listening to those voices, do they sound like little Lu and little Xiao?"

Lin Yang nodded. "They certainly sound like them now."

Leaving the tea room, he walked to the highest vantage point and looked in the direction of the sound—the sect's main plaza.

There, on the arena platform in the plaza, Lu Chen and Zhou Xiao were kowtowing repeatedly. The object of their kowtows was none other than Zhang Xianfeng.

Zhang Xianfeng's face had turned black with rage. Even from afar, Lin Yang could sense his murderous aura, sending a sudden chill down his spine.

"Why do I feel like old man Zhang is about to fly over and kill me?" Lin Yang muttered with a suspicious frown.

As Lin Yang continued to watch, Zhang Xianfeng grabbed Lu Chen with one hand and Zhou Xiao with the other, instantly transforming into a streak of white lightning.

At this sight, Lin Yang turned deathly pale. He transformed into a streak of light himself and bolted, vanishing on the spot.

Lin Hongye watched all this, and before she could even react, a streak of white light flashed across the sky and plummeted heavily to the ground.

It was Zhang Xianfeng. He dropped Lu Chen and Zhou Xiao onto the ground, his face dark as charcoal as he declared:

"Tell your master that the resources will be delivered to the Crimson Sun Peak later, and also..."

"Keep this brat out of sight recently, or I'll choke the life out of him."

"Boom!"

With that, Zhang Xianfeng transformed into a white streak once more and departed from Crimson Sun Peak. Lin Hongye crouched down, looking with a grin at Lu Chen and Zhou Xiao sprawling on the ground, and asked:

"What on earth did Master ask you two to do to make the Sect Master that angry?"

Lu Chen climbed up from the ground, brushed the dust off his clothes, wiped his nose, and let out a cold snort.

"Master told me that a man has gold under his knees, and the time to cash it in is now. I merely followed his instructions."

Zhou Xiao stood up, clutching his head with a painful expression on his face.

"Damn it, it seemed like the Sect Master gave my head an extra rap right before he left."

Lin Hongye shook her head with a chuckle and sighed helplessly:

"Your master is unreliable, and you two are even more so."

"Alright, go clean yourselves up and get ready for dinner."

With that, Lin Hongye turned and walked back into the kitchen. Zhou Xiao glared discontentedly at Lu Chen and grumbled:

"Hey! This is way too unfair! Why did the Sect Master rap my head and not yours?!"

Faced with Zhou Xiao's grievance, Lu Chen shrugged indifferently and said:

"How would I know? If you've got the guts, go ask the Sect Master."

Having said that, Lu Chen strolled away unbothered. Although he had knelt, the resources were securely in his hands.

Zhou Xiao gritted his teeth. He made up his mind that he would eventually tear this guy Lu Chen into a thousand pieces.

Three days later, everything returned to peace. All three major sects obediently delivered their congratulatory gifts, and in addition to gifts, Zheng Ya's Supreme Sword Sect naturally paid war reparations to Lin Yang.

Due to the previous conflicts, the Primeval Immortal Sect's foundational heritage had been heavily depleted.

Now, with the resources sent by the three major sects, their previously somewhat thin foundation was fully restored.

Everyone was overjoyed. With these resources, the sect would definitely return to its peak era, or perhaps even surpass it.

There was only one person who was unhappy, and that was Zhou Xiao.

Up on Crimson Sun Peak, Zhou Xiao squatted outside Lin Yang's flower garden, chewing on a plant stem and muttering in frustration:

"Damn it, where am I supposed to gather resentment..."

According to Zhou Xiao's original plan, he would continuously collect resentment within the Primeval Immortal Sect, step by step growing his strength until he could infiltrate the upper echelons and become an undercover agent.

The problem was that he had wandered around the Primeval Immortal Sect day after day and simply couldn't find a single shred of resentment. His strength had failed to improve further, which was driving him crazy.

Actually, given Zhou Xiao's current body, cultivation was technically possible, but his innate talent was atrocious. Wanting to improve his strength through cultivation alone would take until the year of the monkey.

A flash of fierce determination crossed Zhou Xiao's eyes as he gritted his teeth. "Fine! If I can't collect resentment, I'll just go create some."

With that, Zhou Xiao sprinted down Crimson Sun Peak and headed straight to the sect plaza.

The plaza was bustling with crowds of people. Zhou Xiao scanned the area, wondering whose trouble to stir up first.

Just then, two female disciples chatting and laughing passed right in front of him, and Zhou Xiao's eyes lit up instantly.

He immediately walked up to them and, feigning clumsiness, slammed squarely into the abdomen of one of the female cultivators.

"Ouch!"

The female cultivator felt a wave of annoyance and was about to express her displeasure, but upon seeing Zhou Xiao's adorable yet stubbornly cute face, her anger vanished instantly.

She crouched down, smilingly patted Zhou Xiao on the head, and advised gently:

"Little fellow, you need to watch where you're walking from now on."

With that, the female cultivator stood up and walked away with her companion.

Zhou Xiao was left dumbfounded. He hadn't managed to harvest even a single trace of resentment.