Chapter 141 Reason (1)

"From today onwards, the Linglong Pavilion no longer has the term 'Headmaster Ning'."

Lang Chaosha said. His gaze towards Xu Han was filled with ridicule at that time.

"What do you mean?" Song Yueming asked with a frown on his face. Obviously, he was still puzzled by this.

"What do you mean?" Lang Chaosha repeated Song Yueming's words. His eyes narrowed. "It means that from today onwards, your days of pretending to be tigers and pretending to be tigers are over for the Calamity Exquisite Pavilion."

"Senior Brother Lang, why did you say that? Brother Xu and I have never done anything that would humiliate the sect. There are rules that respect the elders. Senior Brother Lang, as a direct disciple, should set an example. How could such nonsense be used to slander the sect? Isn't that outrageous? This is the true humiliation of the sect!"

Song Yueming's temper was extremely fierce. When he heard Lang Chaosha's words, his heart was naturally filled with indignation. He had no time to consider the huge difference in status between the two of them. At that time, he opened his mouth to argue.

In his world, he always thought that everything in this world would be fine as long as he stood still. However, he didn't know that all the principles were placed behind his fists. This was the greatest truth in the world.

There was no lack of people like Song Yueming in this world.

Some of them understood this after suffering enough losses. Some of them weren't so lucky. They had already died under this logic.

Song Yueming, on the other hand, was in the middle of the two and had not suffered enough. He did not understand this principle.

Of course, he would soon pay the price for his stubbornness.

"Tian Nuo!" After hearing Song Yueming's pointing, Lang Chaosha's expression turned ugly. He shouted softly and suddenly stretched out his hand.

Pa!

A crisp sound rang out. At that moment, Song Yueming's body was knocked unconscious by Lang Chaosha's slap. His right cheek was flushed red, and even the corner of his mouth oozed blood.

Song Yuemingduan was stunned on the spot. He stared at Lang Chaosha blankly, but he couldn't understand why he had suffered such an encounter.

"There's no place for trash like you to speak here!" Lang Chaosha slapped Song Yueming fiercely, but he still didn't feel relieved. He cursed and spat out a ball of saliva on Song Yueming's face, spraying it straight on the youth's face.

"Between fellow disciples, why is Brother Lang doing this?" Xu Han surprisingly didn't stop such a thing. He just looked at Lang Chaosha calmly and asked in a deep voice.

"My fellow disciple? I, Lang Chaosha, do not have such a trash fellow disciple." Lang Chaosha pointed at Song Yueming with disdain.

At this moment, Song Yueming's appearance could be said to be extremely miserable, and the surrounding disciples even let out a burst of laughter in order to cater to this powerful Lang Chaosha.

Song Yueming finally snapped back to his senses with a laugh.

He looked at the faces around him that mocked him. There were some of them that he still had some friendship with. Normally, they would call each other brothers. Song Yueming treated them sincerely, even if there was some entanglement. Song Yueming also chanted the same sect friendship and generously tolerated it.

But today, they treated him like this.

This was probably the most unacceptable thing in the world.

You treat him with all your heart, but he leaves you in rags at the nick of time.

Song Yueming didn't understand, so he looked at the people laughing at him with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why?"

His voice was very soft, as light as ice, thin and gloomy, with deep confusion wrapped in it.

"Why?" However, such a question did not give him an answer that was sufficient to solve his confusion. In exchange, the crowd began to laugh even more wantonly.

They looked at Song Yueming like fools. Obviously, they did not understand Song Yueming, as if Song Yueming did not understand them.

In this world, there was always a thick iron wall between the mortals and the sages. They did not understand each other's world. The difference was that mortals had always been hostile to different things, while sages were willing to try to understand different things.

"Brother Song, don't you understand?" However, just as everyone was laughing wildly, Xu Han, who had been watching coldly, suddenly walked to Song Yueming. He looked at the puzzlement in the youth's eyes, as if he had followed the old beggar back to the broken temple. At that time, he extended his hand and gently wiped away the stain on Song Yueming's face.

"Do you still remember what I said to Brother Song after Brother Zhou?"

"Being a gentleman, you have a small heart?" Song Yueming looked at Xu Han and said.

"The next world is very difficult."

"Brother Song must remember this principle. There are too many villains in this world. If Brother Song wants to survive, he must either be a villain who is even more villainous than a villain, or a gentleman who is smarter than a villain."

Xu Han said these words to Song Yueming softly. Then, he did not wait for the youth to recall them and suddenly turned around.

He looked at the people who were laughing wantonly and narrowed his eyes.

"Didn't Brother Lang bring me to see Elder Sikong?"

When Lang Chaosha heard this, he remembered his business. The Grand Elder's temper seemed to have become more and more irritable after he passed the Heavenly Tribulation. He did not dare to knit the other party's bad luck. Therefore, he put away his laughter at that time and glared at Song Yueming fiercely. Then, he turned to Xu Han and said with disdain, "Alright, then please!"

As he spoke, he wanted to signal Xu Han to leave first. He and the others followed behind, treating Xu Han as if he were a prisoner.

"Brother Lang, you've worked hard all this way. I'll take Brother Lang along the way to Xuanhe Peak."

Xu Han shook his head and said with a smile.

"What do you mean" Lang Chaosha was stunned when he heard this, but he did not understand what Xu Han meant.

But halfway through his question, he stopped.

Xu Han's body quickly stepped forward. At that time, a hand wrapped in white cloth gradually dilated in Lang Chaosha's pupils.

Until it took over his eyes.

…

In the JiShi Mansion of the Xuanhe Peak, Long CongYun sat on the head seat on the right, looking at Ning Zhumang who had a cold expression on his face and was speechless.

He was very happy that Sikong had arrived at the Immortal Realm, causing the situation where he had been oppressed by Ning Zhumang to be instantly broken. Not only had Ning Zhumang been removed from his position as sect master. Sikong Bai pushed him to the position of sect master.

As a result, he, the sinner who had thought about the wall on the Great Reverie Peak, changed his body and became the Sect Master of the Exquisite Pavilion.

When he thought of Ning Zhumang's extremely ugly expression when he was stripped of his Seven Star Sect Leader's black robe, Long Congyun felt that the evil aura in his heart had finally subsided. The gratitude he felt towards Elder Sikong on the stage was even more overflowing in his heart.

Linglong Pavilion has always had ancestral teachings, The position of Sect Leader had only fallen to the Xuanhe Peak. Now that Sikong Bai was acting in such a manner, he was suspected of not respecting his ancestors. However, Sikong Bai, who had cultivated as an Earth Immortal, clearly no longer took these matters seriously. With just a special treatment at a special time, he suppressed the opposition. Even Zhong Changhen, who was known as the Great Evolution Sword Immortal, remained silent about this.

Ning Zhumang lost his momentum while Long Congyun gained his momentum.

This seemingly calm Jishi Prefecture was filled with a surge of undercurrents. Everyone, be it the elders, deacons, or direct disciples, remained silent at that time. Even Ye Hongjian, who was considered to be the closest to Sikong Bai, stood behind Sikong Bai with her head lowered and a depressed expression, motionless. On the other hand, Fang Ziyu, who was sitting at the end of the hall, was constantly looking out of the hall, as if he was anxiously waiting for something. But even with her leaping temperament, she did it carefully and didn't dare to make any noise. Apart from the gentle sound of his superior's blank fingers tapping on the table, there was no longer any sound in the Nuo Palace Hall.

"Master, Xu… Xu Han is here." At this moment, a thirty year old man suddenly rushed into the main hall of Jishi Prefecture. He quickly came to Long Congyun with a panicked expression. His voice trembled as he cupped his hands and said.

The silent hall suddenly came to life at that time. Ye Hongjian raised her head and Fang Ziyu stretched her neck. Even Ning Zhumang, who had been silent all this while, cast a gaze at the man.

Long Congyun frowned. He was a little unhappy. Previously, he had dispatched his disciples to look for Xu Han according to Sikong Bai's instructions. They were also here to wait for the guest minister from Xuanhe Peak who had been promoted by Ning Zhumang. This was expected. However, this disciple of his had acted so recklessly, which made him feel somewhat embarrassed.

Seemingly sensing this, the old man on the platform stopped tapping on the table in front of him.

He let out a soft sigh and looked towards this place. The light sound made Long Congyun unable to grasp his likes and dislikes, but his heart skipped a beat and he was a little flustered.

He hurriedly reprimanded, but after he thought about it, he decided to take care of the messenger. "Why are you here in such a hurry? He can't eat you!"

Now that he was the head of the Exquisite Pavilion, his disciples naturally had to behave in a decent manner. Otherwise, if he made Sikong Bai unhappy, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, before he could finish his words, a muffled sound suddenly came from the entrance of the World-saving Palace. At that time, the door of the World-saving Palace was fiercely kicked open by someone, and at that time, a huge object was heavily thrown into the hall.

Everyone hurriedly looked over and discovered that the thing that was thrown over was actually a man.

The man was around thirty years old. From the looks of it, he was still dressed as a disciple of the Chongju Peak. However, his face was as red as a pumpkin. His eyes were closed and he was in a coma.

"Chao Sha?" Long Congyun also looked at it for a while before recognizing that the unconscious man who was thrown into the hall was actually his favorite disciple, Lang Chaosha!

"Xu Han, the guest of the Xuanhe Peak, greets the elders and deacons!"

At this moment, a voice sounded.

That voice was clear and bright.

He was dignified and full of energy.

Although he didn't have the power of thunder, he had the power to pierce through his ears.

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