Chapter 131: Sometimes, this thing called a diary

"Come on, come on, if you've got the guts, come over here."

He leaned his head close to Mo Mo Bu Yu, his tone utterly provocative.

"I want to see just how mighty this Alliance of Righteous Paths really is!"

Mo Mo Bu Yu's eyes boiled with killing intent; though he already knew the Hehuan Sect had become the Seventh Great Xian Sect, impressions aren't something you can just change on a whim.

His impression of the Hehuan Sect still lingered in the past.

Tell me, in ancient times, when a Hehuan cultivator teased a woman, what did that mean? It meant he intended to refine her into a furnace-ding! "I fucking shit on your dog bastard!"

A curse suddenly came from the side.

Bang! The drunken Hehuan cultivator was blasted straight across the room.

Everyone turned to look and saw the one who had struck was a towering, muscular bald giant.

His muscles, like granite, bulged and stretched his white tank top taut.

Broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, eyes like copper bells! "Ahh—!" The kicked Hehuan cultivator screamed, "Who the hell is that?! Is the Alliance of Righteous Paths starting another war with our Xian Sects?!"

Even now, he couldn't help but slap on labels.

"Fuck you, you've drunk two li of piss and forgotten what kind of animal you are—pathetic trash unfit for the table!"

The giant lunged forward, pouncing on the fallen Hehuan cultivator, his fist the size of a mortar pounding up and down relentlessly.

"Fuck you! Did I tell you to represent me?! Huh?! Fuck you! Fuck you!"

The giant beat and cursed simultaneously; at first the Hehuan cultivator still screamed, but gradually his cries grew fainter, leaving everyone in the tavern stunned.

Where the hell did this guy come from?

After a long while, the tavern staff, fearing the man might actually be killed, stepped forward to pull them apart.

The giant didn't insist—he stopped as soon as someone intervened.

The Hehuan cultivator was barely alive, his face unrecognizable, his head swollen like a pig's head.

But Mo Mo Bu Yu saw clearly: this Hehuan cultivator had only suffered superficial injuries, with no internal damage whatsoever.

Of course, without the corresponding secret medicine, those superficial wounds might take one or two years to heal.

Such precise technique—he could only be…

The giant spat directly onto the fallen Hehuan cultivator.

"I'm from Longxiang Qingtianzong! If you've got guts, come seek revenge!"

Sure enough, he was a body cultivator from Longxiang Qingtianzong.

Given this situation, the things he'd just cursed were clearly quite restrained.

Then the giant turned to look around at the crowd.

"Everyone, the Hehuan Sect doesn't represent our Xian Sects—least of all this idiot representing my Longxiang Qingtianzong!"

After saying that, he bowed to Mo Mo Bu Yu: "If you two encounter such scumbags again, just beat them up!"

"Thank you." Mo Mo Bu Yu rose and returned the bow.

Though body cultivators were crude and mouthy, Mo Mo Bu Yu still held them in high regard.

After all, many body cultivators used swords.

Liu Yingying copied him, rising to return the bow with a clear voice: "Thank you, Uncle."

"..."

Can't you just call me Big Brother? Do I look that old?

The body cultivator rubbed his bald head; the smooth texture made him pause, a flicker of sadness rising in his heart.

Fuck! I should've never trained this divine art!

"Then I won't disturb your date!"

"We're not..."

Mo Mo Bu Yu was about to explain, but the body cultivator had already stomped out of the tavern.

On the second floor of the tavern, Xiang Yuanjun held her phone, opening the camera to film downstairs.

Xu Xing: "..."

After the body cultivator left, Xiang Yuanjun edited the recorded video briefly and sent it to the Boss Group.

Xiang Yuanjun: "/video"

Within seconds, replies flooded in.

Hong Zun: "Aren't you at the Sword Sect? How are you at the Alliance of Righteous Paths again?"

Xiang Yuanjun: "I just arrived today."

Ba Zun: "Under the bright sun, in the clear sky!"

Qi Zun: "It seems it's no longer daytime for Xiang Yuanjun's side."

Ba Zun: "Hahaha! That's the spirit of my Longxiang Qingtianzong disciple!"

Dan Zu: "Yes, still as filthy as ever / nose-picking"

Ba Zun: "Is that the point?!" Xiang Yuanjun: "I suggest kicking her out of the group."

As soon as this was said, the actual person exploded out.

Master Mei Zu: "??"

Master Mei Zu: "Did Master Jianzun possess you? / question mark duck"

Master Jianzun: "??"

Master Jianzun: "What's this got to do with me?!"

Sword Zun: "I fully agree with kicking her out of the group chat!"

Master Mei Zu: "/trembling little yellow duck"

Sword Zun: "You've gotten addicted to stealing emojis, haven't you!"

Artifact Zun: "..."

As they chatted, the group's topic veered off again.

But one thing was certain: Huan Xiu was in for a massive downfall.

The Xian Sect had only just managed to clean up its reputation, and Master Mei Zu was always extremely strict about such matters—especially when a peer-level cultivator posted it in the group.

…………

Downstairs, Mo Mo Bu Yu was drinking cup after cup.

The words the body cultivator had just spoken, and the curious gaze from Liu Yingying across from him, made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

After downing more than half the pot of wine, he finally felt somewhat better.

"Younger sister."

Calling his own daughter "younger sister" was an incredibly complex feeling.

"Mm-hmm, older brother, go on."

"How did you find out about Senior Brother…"

Logically, such a thing should never be told to a junior like Liu Yingying.

"Oh, it's like this: once, Senior Brother returned from an outing and fell into a coma…" Liu Yingying immediately explained.

It was truly an accident; even Liu Yu hadn't known about it.

The cause was that Mo Mo Bu Yu's Senior Brother fell into a coma the day after returning from a mission, and even Liu Yu couldn't determine the reason.

But since he had seemed normal upon returning, they naturally assumed his Senior Brother had been ambushed in his own room, so they searched his room for traces of the attacker.

Even if it was a curse attack, it would leave some trace near the victim.

Liu Yu even used the Technique of Tracing Cause and Reversing Effect.

Still, they found no attacker—but unexpectedly discovered a diary hidden extremely deeply.

The diary recorded in great detail his feelings for his younger sister, including the bitterness he felt inside when teasing his junior brothers and sisters.

And on the night his younger sister married his uncle, how much wine he drank, how long he cried, and other such things.

At the time, no one was guarding it closely, so Liu Yingying saw it all.

"..."

Mo Mo Bu Yu fell silent after hearing this.

It felt like Senior Brother was even more unfortunate than he was.

"No wonder Senior Brother wasn't around this time."

"Exactly. Senior Brother has been in the Starry Sky for many years now. Master Bo has asked him several times, but he's never shown any intention of returning."

"Then why did Senior Brother fall into a coma back then?"

"According to Master Bo, he drank a liquor called 'Drunk Immortal Brew'—the alcohol was too strong, so he passed out, but he's actually fine."

Hearing this, Mo Mo Bu Yu felt a wave of relief.

Good thing—I've never written anything like a diary.

…

…

Upstairs on the second floor, not far behind Xu Xing and Xiang Yuanjun, at another table.

A well-dressed young man gazed down at the floor below, his eyes filled with complex, unreadable emotions.

This was the highest council of the Righteous Alliance.

Yet when a councilor's descendant was bullied by a Xian Sect disciple, the only recourse was to rely on a Xian Sect disciple to speak up.

Isn't that a kind of tragedy?

But…

Soon, it won't be like this anymore.

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