Chapter 8: Chapter Eight: Yue Buqun: No Rush, Watch Me Show Off

Mount Qingcheng, within the Qingcheng Sect

"Master Yue's esteemed presence today brings great honor to our humble abode!"

In the grand hall of the Qingcheng Sect, Yu Canghai hurried out with a smile.

Seeing Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze waiting inside the hall, he waved his hands apologetically.

"My sect is burdened with affairs—I've been remiss in hospitality; please, Master Yue, don't take offense!"

Yu Canghai slowly walked to the main seat and bowed to Yue Buqun.

Though both were renowned orthodox sects, the Qingcheng Sect's strength paled beside that of the Huashan Sect.

Moreover, Yu Canghai's own cultivation was inferior to Yue Buqun's, so he showed great deference.

"Master Yu, you're occupied with countless matters—I would never blame you!"

Yue Buqun lifted his tea cup, took a small sip, and smiled lightly.

On the main seat, watching Yue Buqun's arrival, Yu Canghai pondered the reason for it.

Though Mount Qingcheng was not far from Huashan, the two sects had no prior dealings.

His sudden visit left Yu Canghai baffled.

"Master Yue, may I ask why you've come to our sect today?"

After some polite exchanges, Yu Canghai decided to stop playing coy and asked outright.

On the guest seat, Yue Buqun, who had been smiling silently, finally set down his tea cup as Yu Canghai spoke.

The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by solemnity.

"Master Yu, I've come today on behalf of my disciple!"

As he spoke, Yue Buqun's gaze turned to Lin Pingzhi behind him.

There, Lin Pingzhi stepped forward, eyes blazing with fury, fixed unblinkingly on Yu Canghai.

The murder of his father, the annihilation of his family—fresh in his mind.

"Yu Canghai, do you remember the dozens of lives from the Zhenyuan Escort Agency you slaughtered?"

Enemies meeting, eyes red with rage—Lin Pingzhi roared in uncontrollable fury.

Had he not known he was no match, he would have charged Yu Canghai immediately.

In an instant, the vast hall grew tense as Lin Pingzhi's roar echoed.

On the main seat, Yu Canghai's smile vanished, replaced by a grim, ugly glare at Yue Buqun.

"Master Yue, are you here today to avenge your disciple?"

His tone carried solemnity—he didn't care for Lin Pingzhi.

But for Yue Buqun, he had to be cautious.

After all, his strength was just a hair's breadth weaker than Yue Buqun's.

"Master Yu, we are both orthodox sects—yet you slaughtered my disciple's entire family and seized their property. Are you just going to let this pass?"

With one finger gently tapping the table, Yue Buqun lifted his head and locked eyes with Yu Canghai.

Before, Yue Buqun would never have dared come so openly.

But now? Things are different.

Two boiled eggs, one fried rice with eggs, twenty years of internal energy—his cultivation had long shattered his previous realm.

"Oh? Master Yue, what exactly do you want the Qingcheng Sect to give you?"

Seeing Yue Buqun truly came to provoke, Yu Canghai laughed.

Elsewhere, he might have cowered.

But this was Mount Qingcheng—this was the Qingcheng Sect—his own territory!

With just these few Huashan people, even if every Qingcheng disciple spat once, they'd drown them.

"Since Master Yu admits it, the matter becomes simple!"

Beside Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze and others were on guard, hearts pounding.

The disciples, especially Linghu Chong, had already subtly gripped their swords, staring at their master as if he were a Bai Chi.

Master, yes, we came to reclaim honor—but in their grand hall, openly flaunting this arrogance—is that wise?

Everyone's hearts were heavy, yet Yue Buqun remained calm, as if genuinely pondering.

"Let's set aside the massacre for now—first, please return my disciple's family property."

Lifting his tea cup for another sip, Yue Buqun spoke slowly.

At his words, Yu Canghai and all Qingcheng Sect members in the hall burst into laughter.

"Yu Canghai, are you truly stupid—or pretending? With so few men, do you really think I fear you?"

Seeing Yue Buqun actually dared speak, Yu Canghai laughed loudly.

"This is my Qingcheng Sect—not your Huashan!"

Inside the hall, Qingcheng disciples roared with laughter, finding Yue Buqun's words absurd.

Come here with so few men—not even ten—do you think you're here to die?

Instantly, Ning Zhongze, Linghu Chong, and others turned pale, drawing their swords in readiness.

Only Yue Buqun remained composed, seated calmly as ever.

"Sigh—aren't we all orthodox sects? Must it come to this?"

With a soft sigh, Yue Buqun lightly tapped his tea cup—suddenly, powerful internal energy erupted, lifting a single droplet from the cup.

"Shhh!"

Yue Buqun flicked his finger; immense internal energy condensed on the droplet, shooting forth.

"Puff!"

The next moment, Yu Canghai on the main seat felt his left hand go numb; he looked down and saw his left arm had been pierced through by droplets of water, blood spraying out!

Yu Canghai froze, then looked up at Yue Buqun, a flicker of fear deep in his eyes.

How is this possible? How could Yue Buqun's strength have grown so strong?

Such a technique—Yu Canghai had only ever heard of it from Dongfang Bubai!

"Master Yu, now that you've seen, can we sit down and talk properly?"

With a flick of his fingers, Yue Buqun had crippled one of Yu Canghai's arms; this sight stunned everyone present.

Even Ning Zhongze and Linghu Chong, who knew Yue Buqun well, were dumbfounded.

When had Yue Buqun's strength become this powerful?

Linghu Chong and the others, who had previously thought their master was Bai Chi, now realized the fools were themselves.

Above, on the main seat, Yu Canghai's forehead dripped with sweat continuously.

"Naturally, Master Yue, let's discuss everything calmly!"

Wiping away sweat, Yu Canghai thought of that single droplet—if it had been aimed at his forehead, he'd be dead now—and a chill of dread ran through him.

Though he didn't know how Yue Buqun's strength had risen so fast.

But Yu Canghai could no longer summon the will to resist.

There was no way to fight—the gap in strength was too great.

Yue Buqun, who had remained calm and composed, saw Yu Canghai submit, and felt a quiet flicker of pride within.

That display he'd just put on was utterly exhilarating!

His gaze slowly shifted to Lin Pingzhi below, still frozen in shock.

Now, how much you can extract depends on you!

"Disciple, tell me everything you own!"