Volume 1, Chapter 64: Going to Cause Some Trouble

Lu Chen and Zhou Xiao exchanged glances, both feeling that when Lin Yang uttered those words, his entire demeanor was reeking of an untamed, outlaw air.

The four of them returned to Chiyang Peak. After settling the three newcomers properly, Lin Yang flew straight to the main sect hall.

Although it was already late into the night, the main hall remained brilliantly lit.

Lin Yang pushed open the doors of the hall and indeed found Zhang Xianfeng busy handling sect affairs. Having recovered his cultivation base, he had reverted to his former workaholic self.

Wang Zide, on the other hand, felt a wave of relief—at least he no longer had to fret over the endless mountains of sect paperwork.

Simultaneously, as for the position of the Sect Master of the Great Desolation Immortal Sect, he estimated he would have to wait at least another thousand years.

"Yo, Sect Master, still handling affairs this late at night?" Lin Yang greeted with a smile.

Hearing the commotion, Zhang Xianfeng raised his head. Seeing it was Lin Yang, he let out an unamused huff.

"You brat, a weasel paying respects to a chicken; you're definitely harboring malicious intentions."

Lin Yang clicked his tongue in mock dissatisfaction, "Sect Master, look at how harsh those words sound! How ungracious. I call this: an uninvited guest never calls unless he needs a favor."

Three heavy black lines appeared on Zhang Xianfeng's forehead. What was the difference between those two phrases?

He then coughed twice and said impatiently, "Fine, fine, fine. Have it your way."

"What brings you here, brat? Don't tell me you're here to shake down the old man for resources again?"

Lin Yang casually pulled up a chair and sat right beside Zhang Xianfeng, recounting everything that had just transpired.

...

"There you have it. That's the gist of it. My disciple saw injustice on the road and drew her sword to help; your people from the Unyielding Sword Sect were simply too overbearing."

"Old Man Zhang, figure out how to deal with this. If you don't feel like handling it, I'll just head over to the Unyielding Sword Sect myself to demand an explanation."

Lin Yang spoke nonchalantly, while Zhang Xianfeng’s face turned pitch black as he listened.

After a long moment, he clenched his teeth and ground out, "Good, good, good. A fine Unyielding Sword Sect indeed."

"They simply refuse to learn unless they get beaten bloody! The last matter hasn't even been fully settled yet, and now they actually dare to bully the disciples of my Great Desolation Immortal Sect?!"

"Boom!"

With that, Zhang Xianfeng slammed his palm heavily onto the desk, instantly shattering the thick fairy-wood table into pieces.

Watching this, Lin Yang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Initially, he had intended to have Zhang Xianfeng accompany him to the Unyielding Sword Sect to demand an explanation together.

But looking at it now, why did it feel like Zhang Xianfeng was about to wipe out the Unyielding Sword Sect entirely?

After a brief pause, Zhang Xianfeng said in an icy tone, "Get ready! Tomorrow, we go to their Unyielding Sword Sect and raise some hell!"

Hearing this, Lin Yang grinned broadly.

"You got it!"

...

The next day, inside the main hall of the Unyielding Sword Sect.

At this moment, Zheng Ya was pacing back and forth restlessly inside the hall, letting out a heavy sigh every now and then.

After a good while, he muttered in utter anguish:

"Damn it, all our resources were given to the Great Desolation Immortal Sect. What on earth is my Unyielding Sword Sect supposed to use for cultivation now?"

Zheng Ya had handed over all of the sect's cultivation resources to the Great Desolation Immortal Sect as congratulatory gifts and war reparations, leaving him utterly incapable of scraping together even a tiny fraction of a resource block right now.

He couldn't even afford to disburse the disciples' stipends anymore. If things continued like this, he would have no choice but to sell off the ancestral assets.

Suddenly, the faces of Lin Yang and Zhang Xianfeng flashed in his mind, and his facial muscles began to ache faintly.

Covering his face with his hands, Zheng Ya cursed inwardly, "Those two damned fellows... I just hope this old man never runs into you bastards again!"

"Boom!"

Just at that moment, the grand gates of the sect hall were violently blasted open. A disciple rushed in in a state of utter panic, shouting anxiously:

"Bad news, Sect Master! Lin Yang and Zhang Xianfeng from the Great Desolation Immortal Sect are here to make trouble again!"

Instantly, Zheng Ya was frozen in place as if struck by a petrifying spell.

After a long while, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Those two bastards couldn't possibly have ears that sharp, could they? I literally just cursed them a moment ago!"

With no other choice, Zheng Ya had no option but to step out of the main hall, only to see a colossal spirit boat suspended horizontally over the territorial airspace of the Unyielding Sword Sect, blotting out the sun and the sky.

At the prow of the vessel stood Lin Yang and Zhang Xianfeng, both wearing chilling expressions.

Their gazes were cold and indifferent, clearly looking like they were here to wreak havoc.

Zheng Ya instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Honestly, if he weren't the Sect Master of the Unyielding Sword Sect, he would have definitely chosen to turn around and flee without a moment's hesitation.

Alas, he was the Sect Master. Forcing himself to brave it, Zheng Ya flew up into mid-air, deliberately lowering his head a notch lower than Lin Yang and Zhang Xianfeng.

With a stiff, awkward smile plastered on his face, he looked at the two of them and offered a ingratiating laugh:

"Ah, Sect Master Zhang, Peak Master Lin, if there's anything to discuss, we can talk it out properly, right? There's no need to pilot a spirit boat all the way here—think of how many spirit stones that wastes!"

Zhang Xianfeng let out a cold snort and said dismissively, "I've got plenty of spirit stones. Got a problem with that?"

"Exactly. Our Great Desolation Immortal Sect just acquired a massive haul of war reparations a few days ago. We've got so many spirit stones we don't even know where to spend them," Lin Yang chimed in smoothly.

On the surface, Zheng Ya smiled and nodded along, but internally he was weeping tears of blood.

Helplessly, the spirit stones those two were flaunting had all been plundered directly from his own Unyielding Sword Sect.

Was Zheng Ya resigned to this? Absolutely not. But he dared to resist even less.

"Then... what brings you two lords here today?" Zheng Ya asked cautiously.

Lin Yang let out a cold, mocking laugh:

"Cut the crap. Obviously, we're here to give the Unyielding Sword Sect a hard time. Did you think we came to share a cup of Enlightenment Tea with you?"

With that, Lin Yang snapped his fingers and spoke loudly, "Bring them out."

Immediately, Lin Hongye walked out leading Zhou Xiao, hovering high in the air.

"What is the meaning of this, Lords?" Zheng Ya asked with a puzzled expression.

Lin Yang glanced at Zhou Xiao, who then recounted the events of the previous night from start to finish.

Hearing the full story, Zheng Ya twitched the corner of his mouth, then carefully probed:

"Peak Master Lin, those individuals certainly cannot be disciples of our Unyielding Sword Sect. Every single disciple in my sect is upright and righteous; how could they possibly commit such despicable acts?"

Zheng Ya had made up his mind: regardless of whether those culprits actually belonged to his sect or not, he was going to deny it to the death.

Because his sect simply couldn't afford to pay any more compensation!

Seeing Zheng Ya refuse to admit it, Lin Yang sneered, "I knew you wouldn't be willing to confess."

With a snap of Lin Yang's fingers, several sets of charred garments and identity plaques flew out from the spirit boat, heading straight for Zheng Ya.

"Sect Master Zheng, take a look at these. Are these symbolic tokens of your sect's disciples or not?"

Zheng Ya caught them and took a look, realizing to his dismay that they indeed belonged to his sect. He couldn't help feeling deeply exasperated while simultaneously cursing those disciples in his heart.

After all, the feud between the Unyielding Sword Sect and the Great Desolation Immortal Sect had only just drawn to a temporary close, yet disciples from his own backyard had gone out to stir up trouble again.

The crucial point was: whose trouble wasn't good to pick, but they just *had* to target disciples of the Great Desolation Immortal Sect? And as if that wasn't enough, they actually messed with Lin Yang's personal disciple!

Zheng Ya's smile at that moment was far uglier than weeping, and he pulled a mournful face as he whined:

"Two lords, our Unyielding Sword Sect really, truly cannot scrape together even a single speck of resources to compensate you anymore!"