Chapter 488: Set on Fire by a Fart

Many followers of the Moonflower Fairy began to feel dissatisfied with Yin Ze Yang's actions, believing he was openly challenging the Moonflower Fairy's authority.

"Yin Ze Yang, what are you doing?"

"How dare you presume to point and gesture at the Moonflower Fairy? Even sect elders haven't had the chance to criticize an inner-door disciple like you—don't forget the rules of the Taiyin Shengdi!" a follower of the Moonflower Fairy shouted angrily.

"Yeah, Huang Daxian and Heifeng are subordinates of the Moonflower Fairy; treating them like this isn't that just slapping her in the face?"

"The Moonflower Fairy is sincere and generous, never hesitating to guide and pass on her teachings to sect disciples."

"When you first entered the holy land, you too received her transmission."

"One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father—this is how you treat your benefactor?" another female cultivator in a green robe nearby said angrily.

"Yin Ze Yang, don't think that being a disciple of Elder Yin lets you act recklessly; you're not even a direct disciple, so you have no right to be disrespectful to the Moonflower Fairy."

"If you're wise, get lost now—don't make a fool of yourself here."

"Trash, pah…"

At that moment, a man with a long knife scar across his face stepped forward, a heavy tiger-head cleaver slung on his back, its blade flashing with a cold, icy light.

"Dao Yu, others may fear you, but I, for one, am not afraid—if you're wise, scram now, or next time that scar won't stay on your face!" Seeing the speaker, Yin Ze Yang's expression turned extremely grim.

He hadn't expected Huang Daxian and Heifeng to pull this stunt.

He wanted to explain, but realized whatever he said sounded feeble and unconvincing.

Dao Yu stood on the training field, his cold gaze sweeping over Yin Ze Yang before landing on Huang Daxian and Heifeng.

His rough voice was extremely calm and powerful: "Yin Ze Yang, if you won't accept this, let's fight!"

"Last time you schemed and endangered my Dao, but I'm not afraid of you."

"If I don't chop you into mincemeat, I'll change my name to Yu Dao from now on."

"Clang—"

Dao Yu slammed the heavy tiger-head blade onto the ground; the weapon was not only heavy but its tip unusually sharp—just a light touch and it sank three cun into the training field floor.

"Yo, you think you can provoke me with that?"

"Dao Yu, you think you're just tagging along?"

"I won't waste my time on a brute like you. Just a foolish poke."

Yin Ze Yang let out a cold, scoffing laugh, impatiently saying:

"Damn it, what are you all staring at!"

"Keep looking—I'm also a disciple of Elder Yin; what, you won't accept it? Come on, hit me, hit me…"

Yin Ze Yang turned his head to see many cultivators glaring at him as if they wanted to devour him, yet he remained unfazed—this, after all, is the base of the Taiyin Shengdi.

Elder Yin seeks to control the monthly cultivation resources distributed to the cultivators; anyone who dares to resist must swallow their dissatisfaction, gritting their teeth.

"Huang Daxian, Yin Ze Yang is utterly hateful—is there any way to deal with him a bit, to vent everyone's frustration?"

"No matter how you look at him, you just want to give him a beating."

Heifeng, upon seeing Yin Ze Yang's appearance, was also furious beyond measure; he truly never imagined that someone could be so shameless as to reach such an extreme.

"Watch me!"

After hearing that, Huang Daxian slowly walked over to Yin Ze Yang, which made Yin Ze Yang chuckle.

"Good timing—if you call me 'grandfather' ten times, then kowtow to Elder Yin to apologize, I'll pretend today's offense never happened."

"How about that?"

Yin Ze Yang's face broke into a meaningful smile as he stared straight at Hua Daxian, obviously trying to disgust her with his words.

"Oh?"

But upon hearing it, Huang Daxian merely gave a soft 'oh,' then turned away and disdainfully picked at her ears.

"Bang—"

Just when everyone was caught off guard, Hua Daxian suddenly let out a fart, and moreover Huang Daxian had intentionally prepared a spark in his palm beforehand, silently and without a sound.

This was disastrous—when Huang Daxian let out a big fart, white smoke billowed, and upon contact with the spark it ignited instantly.

"Bang—"

Yin Ze Yang had no time to react; he only felt a sudden white wave of disgust rush over him at extreme speed, followed by a flash of fire before his eyes.

His whole body was instantly blown away by the explosion.

"Sizzle—"

At this moment, Yin Ze Yang's clothes were all set ablaze.

"Oh dear, sorry, senior brother."

"It wasn't intentional, truly not intentional…"

"What are you all standing around for? Senior Brother Yin Ze Yang got set on fire by a fart—hurry up and put out the flames!"

Huang Daxian said that, then flashed over to Yin Ze Yang's side, not giving him a chance to react, and proceeded to stomp repeatedly on his crotch.

"Holy shit, you can't put out a fire with water or cultivation level!"

"How does stomping work? How can you extinguish a fire by stepping on it!"

"Holy cow, Huang Daxian is badass—he actually can stomp it out!"

"Senior Brother Yin Ze Yang, don't panic—Junior Brother Heifeng is here to save you."

After a brief moment of coldness, Heifeng flashed forward and drove a foot down onto Yin Ze Yang's head as he lifted it, followed by a series of hysterical screams.

"What's going on? What happened? I can't make sense of it!" At that moment, a cultivator nearby, his face full of shock, spoke as if his brain had short-circuited, hardly daring to stare at what was before him.

"Yin Ze Yang, even though you once secretly harmed me, I'm not the type to hold a grudge; I won't stand by while you fall into danger."

"Don't worry, Yin Ze Yang—I'll definitely put out that fire for you." Seeing Huang Daxian and Heifeng stomping on Yin Ze Yang, Dao Yu's eyes lit up.

He flashed over to Yin Ze Yang's side, planted a foot on his chest, and then came a series of 'la la la' groans as his ribs broke.

"Ah…"

Wave after wave of miserable, shrill screams poured from Yin Zeyang's mouth.

「Damn it, Senior Brother Yin Zeyang, don't panic, we're here too! 」

「Senior Brother, I'm sorry, everything is to save your life. 」

「Who made you catch fire on your butt! 」

「Senior Brother, don't blame me! 」

Another cultivator, quick-handed and quick-eyed, rushed over and likewise kicked Yin Zeyang in the groin.

「Ahwoo………」

Yin Zeyang let out a wolf howl; his whole body instantly felt a tingling scalp, and he began to struggle violently.

However, those few people would not let him go; as soon as Yin Zeyang tried to rise, he was violently kicked and thrown to the ground.

「Senior Brother Yin Zeyang, we're here too……」

「To save you from imminent death……」

At this moment, the cultivators dissatisfied with Yin Zeyang, seeing such a good chance to vent, leapt up like fish, surrounded him in the middle, and gave him a furious barrage of kicks.

Moreover, the crowd seemed to share a tacit understanding, needing no cultivation level, relying solely on physical strength to exert themselves to the fullest.

「You………」

Seeing so many people suddenly attacking Yin Zeyang, Yin Zeyang's followers, just about to act, were immediately blocked by the other cultivators nearby.

「Junior Brother Hua Feique, rest assured, the flames on Junior Brother Yin Zeyang's body will surely be extinguished.

Those are all mighty experts of the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

Just your words, hurry up with your feet!

「Just look, only a small part of the crotch remains. 」

Hua Feique, the cultivator blocking the sound, spoke, and without forgetting to point a finger, Hua Feique instinctively clenched his legs, not only feeling a chill down his back but also sensing an unprecedented pressure.

He knew he must be honest, otherwise he would become the target of everyone's anger and end up like Yin Zeyang.

「Senior Brother, Yin Zeyang is after all a disciple of Elder Yin; this might not be appropriate. 」 Hua Feique hurriedly explained.

「We can't say that; we're here to help Senior Brother Yin Zeyang put out the fire—look, our feet are burning with the smell of farts! 」

Huang Daxian and Heifeng then gathered around, moving their bodies.

They had already achieved their goal, successfully provoking the anger of Moonflower Immortal's followers by this self-harming method.

Hua Feique saw that he could not stop the crowd from surrounding and attacking Yin Zeyang, and he was extremely anxious.

He knew that if he did not promptly inform Elder Yin, Yin Zeyang might suffer even greater harm.

Thus, Hua Feique quietly withdrew from the crowd and hurried toward Elder Yin's residence.

Elder Yin's residence is located in a tranquil spot of Wang Kui City, surrounded by dense bamboo groves, making it especially refined.

Hua Feique passed through the bamboo grove, arrived at Elder Yin's door, took a deep breath, steadied his emotions, and gently knocked.

「Come in. 」 Elder Yin's voice came from inside, calm and low.

Hua Feique pushed the door open and saw Elder Yin sitting at a wooden table, holding an ancient scroll, brows slightly furrowed, as if pondering something important.

「Disciple Hua Feique pays respects to Elder Yin. 」 Hua Feique performed a respectful bow.

Elder Yin lifted his head, gaze like torches fixed on Hua Feique, and asked: 「What matters have you so flustered? 」

Hua Feique took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm: 「Elder, Senior Brother Yin Zeyang encountered an mishap at the training ground. 」

「Oh? 」 Elder Yin's brows furrowed even tighter.

Hua Feique then recounted in detail how Yin Zeyang provoked Huang Daxian and Heifeng, and the subsequent series of events.

His words began calmly, but as the narration deepened, his voice gradually carried a hint of anger and anxiety.

Elder Yin listened to Hua Feique's account, and his face gradually grew grim.

When he heard that Yin Zeyang had been humiliated by Huang Daxian in that manner and then besieged by many cultivators, a flash of anger crossed his eyes.

「How outrageous! 」 Elder Yin slammed the table, rose to his feet, and a powerful aura burst from him, making the whole room seem to tremble.

「The subordinates of Moonflower Immortal dare to act so recklessly, openly humiliating my disciple—this is a provocation against me, Elder Yin! 」

Hua Feique was shaken by Elder Yin's aura, instinctively stepping back, yet he gathered courage and said: 「Elder, Senior Brother Yin Zeyang's situation is critical; please intervene to save him. 」

A flash of killing intent crossed Elder Yin's eyes; he snorted coldly: 「Moonflower Immortal really has good tactics, actually using such despicable means against me.

But does she think this will make me submit? It's sheer wishful thinking! 」

「Come, take me to have a look.

I want to see who gave them such gall! 」 Elder Yin said, striding out of the room, with Hua Feique closely following.

The two quickly arrived at the training ground, only to see Yin Zeyang already beaten black and blue, lying on the ground groaning.

Elder Yin's face grew even grimmer; he strode forward, grabbed Yin Zeyang and lifted him up, then coldly swept his gaze over the surrounding cultivators.

「Who struck the blow? 」 Elder Yin's voice was ice‑cold like a blade, sending a chill through everyone present.

Seeing Elder Yin personally arrive, everyone was startled, lowered their heads, and dared not meet his gaze.

Elder Yin saw no one respond, gave a cold chuckle: 「Fine, since you won't speak, I'll investigate each of you; when I find the culprit, I will certainly not let him off lightly! 」

Elder Yin shouted in fury.

At this moment

Although Yin Zeyang was severely injured, he remained conscious and knew his situation was dire, especially the wound to his lower body, which filled him with unprecedented panic.

「Master, don't vent your anger on the disciple first; quickly save the disciple, or else having children later will surely bring great trouble. 」 Yin Zeyang said, gritting his teeth through the pain, his voice trembling.

Upon hearing this, Elder Yin frowned tightly, halted his steps, lowered his gaze to Yin Zeyang, and a complex glint flashed in his eyes.

Upon examination, he found that Yin Zeyang's injuries were far more severe than they appeared.

「Disciple, rest assured; I will certainly heal your wounds. 」 Elder Yin's voice carried a note of resolve as he supported Yin Zeyang and hurried onward, his steps quickening.

Returning to the residence, Elder Yin immediately laid Yin Zeyang on the bed, then swiftly took out a bottle of elixir, poured out a few pellets, and stuffed them into Yin Zeyang's mouth.

These elixirs are the holy wound‑healing medicine he carefully refined, and they have excellent efficacy for external injuries.

"Master, my disciple can't even feel that there's still sensation down there, please have mercy, Master." Yin Zeyang's eyes were full of fear and despair, his voice almost choked with sobs.

Elder Yin took a deep breath, knowing this situation required more meticulous treatment.

He took out a set of silver needles from his storage ring; these silver needles are the tools he uses to perform acupuncture, remarkably effective for stimulating acupoints and clearing meridians.

"Disciple, don't worry, I will do my utmost to treat you."

Elder Yin said while beginning to administer acupuncture to Yin Zeyang's lower body.

His technique was skilled and precise, each needle accurately piercing the acupoints on Yin Zeyang's small body.

As the silver needles were inserted, Yin Zeyang felt a warm current circulating within his body, and the pain gradually lessened.

Elder Yin's acupuncture not only alleviates pain but also promotes blood circulation, speeding up wound healing.

"Master, my disciple is deeply grateful." Tears of gratitude flowed in Yin Zeyang's eyes; he knew that without Elder Yin's timely treatment, his injuries might leave severe sequelae.

Elder Yin said nothing, focusing entirely on treating Yin Zeyang until all the silver needles had been inserted, then he let out a breath.

Although Yin Zeyang's external injuries were under control, his inner trauma still required more time to heal.

"Disciple, rest well; I will seek justice for you." Elder Yin's voice carried a hint of chill as he resolved to find an explanation for Yin Zeyang's ordeal.

Yin Zeyang lay on the bed; although the pain in his body had eased, his heart was filled with anger and hatred.

He swore that once his injuries healed, he would make those who harmed him pay the price.

Elder Yin stood at the bedside, looking at Yin Zeyang, his heart also tumultuous.

Elder Yin stood by Yin Zeyang's bedside for a long time, only after confirming that Yin Zeyang's condition had stabilized did he slowly rise and leave the room.

His face was grim, his eyes flashing with angry flames. He knew this matter could not be left as is; he must give those who dared to harm his disciple a lesson.

He returned to his study, began to carefully consider countermeasures; Huang Daxian and Heifeng have the backing of Fairy Yuehua, so taking direct action against them might provoke a greater conflict.

He needed a way to teach them a lesson without directly offending Fairy Yuehua.

Elder Yin pondered for a moment, then picked up his brush…