Chapter 2100: Qi Xiong Abducted

Qi Xiong was anxious and irritable, hoping nothing else would go wrong; he just wanted to bring the person back smoothly and uneventfully.

But even that slim hope was dashed the next morning when over a hundred town strongmen appeared.

Hong Zun had been kidnapped, and those over a hundred town strongmen rescued him overnight.

Seeing this, Qi Xiong's face darkened.

Especially when Hong Zun walked out of the cabin, Qi Xiong gritted his teeth so hard they creaked.

This old bastard, ruining my plans.

Given the situation, there was no need to guess the outcome; sure enough, the next moment those over a hundred town strongmen demanded a position as offerings.

They saved your elder, and now they want an offering position—how could you refuse?

As expected, the Dao One Immortal Sect gained over a hundred more offerings that day.

"Can you stop tormenting me?"

After arranging those hundred-plus new offerings, the roar of Qi Xiong echoed continuously inside the main hall.

Below, Hong Zun kept his head lowered, silent, looking like he had done something wrong.

"Speak up."

"What should I say?"

"Do you… do you know how many offerings the sect has now? One hundred fifty‑eight, that's one hundred fifty‑eight!"

"Originally there were only thirty‑plus, and you— you just brought back over a hundred at once, you…"

In previous instances, the numbers never came close to what Hong Zun managed in one go—Qi Xiong couldn't help but be furious.

Hong Zun replied with a face full of grievance.

"Actually, those offerings are quite strong, and they don't need any cultivation resources or treasures—just room and board, really no big deal."

Hearing that, Qi Xiong flared up, his voice catching for a moment before he flushed red and shouted.

"Do you even know what an offering is? Have you ever seen a sect demand so many offerings? When their numbers swell, who really runs the Dao One Immortal Sect, and how is it managed?"

Qi Xiong was truly furious.

He berated Hong Zun soundly, but such matters were old hat to Hong Zun and left him unaffected.

In the end he could only wave his hand weakly, telling Hong Zun to go back.

Afterward Qi Xiong imposed stricter orders on the sect's elders and disciples: no one was to leave the sect without cause.

He thought this would curb the trend, but instead, over the next month the number of kidnapped people did not drop—it rose.

Watching the number of offerings in the sect increase day by day, Qi Xiong felt he was going mad.

Even his master, Yun Xiantai, was kidnapped.

"What? Even your master was kidnapped?"

"Yes, the recent message and the Xiǎnyǐng zhèn pán confirm it's the old ancestor himself."

"Where was he kidnapped?"

"This........... I don't know."

Hearing the steward's report, Qi Xiong felt the sky collapse—his master too had been kidnapped; when will these people ever stop?

He slumped helplessly in his chair, baffled—he had tried every idea, even issuing a strict ban forbidding anyone in the sect from leaving at will.

How could this situation not be contained? Not only could it not be checked, it kept escalating.

Just yesterday they'd added over a hundred more offerings—now that his master's been taken, how many more will they have to bring back?

Seeing Qi Xiong's frustrated yet powerless demeanor, the steward kept his eyes lowered, nose to heart, and did not disturb him.

Having followed Qi Xiong for years, he naturally knew his temper well—speaking now would be like walking into the mouth of a gun.

After a long while, Qi Xiong gradually calmed down and said to the steward before him.

"Go on; the master should be back tomorrow."

Qi Xiong no longer wanted to dwell on it; under normal circumstances the master would be rescued tomorrow.

No need to worry about safety.

Where exactly did the problem occur?

Qi Xiong racked his brains in vain, and that very night, while he sat cross‑legged cultivating, the space in his room was suddenly ripped open.

"Who.........."

He jolted awake, but before he could even open his mouth, a crushing pressure bore down on him.

Then an old man stepped out of the spatial rift.

He didn't know the man, had no grudge against him, yet why would the stranger appear deep in the night?

Moreover, this is inside the Dao One Immortal Sect—how could someone enter without a sound or trace?

Not to mention Hong Zun and the disciples—even the thousands of offerings now in the sect couldn't allow him to slip in so easily.

Those offerings' cultivation levels are no low either.

Qi Xiong was dazed, while the old man casually pulled a portrait from his bosom and compared it carefully.

Huh??

Watching the old man's movements, Qi Xiong went numb—was this guy after him? And who sent him?

But he couldn't speak now, so naturally he couldn't ask anything.

After the old man finished his comparison and confirmed Qi Xiong was the person in the portrait, he broke into a grin.

"That's right—you're the Sect Master of the Dao One Immortal Sect, right? Come with this old man; don't worry, I'll send you back tomorrow."

Huh??

As soon as those words were spoken, Qi Xiong felt suspicious, but the next instant a wave of dizziness hit him and his whole body was swiftly dragged into the void.

As the spatial rift vanished, Qi Xiong, the sect's master, was silently abducted right inside his own dong fu.

And as Qi Xiong disappeared, inside the Dao One Immortal Sect, within the Dong Fu where many attendants resided, quite a few people naturally sensed the disturbance there of Qi Xiong.

However, from beginning to end no one took action, and moreover there was no sign of any worry.

Because they all knew that Qi Xiong would face no danger, just as the elder said, he would return tomorrow.

Since there was no danger and it wouldn't delay anything, naturally there was nothing to worry about.

Even some people couldn't help but grin.

"Another meal secured."

"Not bad, not bad."

The many attendants completely pretended not to have seen; otherwise, that elder could not have silently infiltrated the Dao One Immortal Sect.

Just like Ye Zhangqing's Dong Fu, it's absolutely impenetrable—not even a mosquito could fly in.

Countless divine senses stood guard, ensuring absolute safety without affecting Ye Zhangqing's life.

Qi Xiong had disappeared in a daze; after a silent night, when the early morning of the next day arrived, many disciples had just finished a night of Xiūliàn.

An immortal vessel never before seen flew once again above the Dao One Immortal Sect, and Wu Shou and the others flew forward with expressionless faces.

Their faces showed no trace of shock or strangeness; they were accustomed to it, the only thing they didn't know was who had been sent back today.

Anyway, over the past month, someone has been kidnapped every day, then early in the morning they are 'rescued'.

But when they saw that the person stepping down from the immortal vessel was Qi Xiong with a dark, grim face, Wu Shou and the others were stunned.

How could it be Senior Brother? That shouldn't happen—how could Senior Brother be kidnapped? He isn't the one who hates these things the most?

"Senior Brother, how......"

Looking at Qi Xiong, the crowd voiced their suspicion.