Chapter 42: Ruthlessly Sweeping the Butian Sect, the Saintess Reappears

Gradually, Mengchen emerged from the water of the immortal pool, returned to the bank, and channeled the secret power within his body to dry his soaked clothes before chasing in the direction Heizi had previously run off to.

Now, following his comprehension of the Supreme Bone in his head, Mengchen had a strange sensation; even without channeling the ancient Supreme Rune, it felt as if he had already opened the Martial Dao Heavenly Eye.

His sensory perception of everything around him had become extremely keen, which could be described as reaching a marvelous state of observing the most minute details.

Before long, Mengchen discovered Heizi's location.

It had not run far, but was sitting lazily on a Coiling Dragon Pillar atop a massive plaza.

This plaza was a large Martial Arts Arena of the Butian Sect, composed of hundreds of smaller martial arts arenas.

Each small martial arts arena was surrounded and isolated by twelve white Coiling Dragon Pillars.

At this moment, Heizi was sitting on the outermost arena; seeing Mengchen chasing after it, it stood up and began to dash toward the depths of the arena.

It knew clearly that Mengchen would certainly not let the matter of it urinating on him go easily.

Seeing it about to run again, Mengchen quickened his pace and also suddenly lunged into the arena.

The sudden intrusion and chase between the two caused displeasure among a group of Butian Sect disciples, as it had already affected their cultivation.

Soon, a disciple impatiently shouted out: "Where did this little bald guy come from? Daring to trespass into our Butian Sect's Martial Arts Arena—are you trying to steal our sect's supreme precious techniques?"

Following this, another disciple stepped forward; he carried himself with a full, arrogant expression and said:

"Fellow junior brothers, you may not know, but he is the personal disciple of Sect Leader Jin of the Western Sect, a rebellious brat who is always thinking of betraying his sect and fleeing. Furthermore, Sect Leader Jin has requested our sect leader to send disciples to teach him a lesson on his behalf."

"I think today is a good opportunity; I wonder which junior brother is willing to make a move?"

Once these words were spoken, they instantly drew the attention of all the disciples on the arena, and looks of disdain were cast upon Mengchen.

"Hiss!"

Just as everyone was watching, another young disciple gasped in terror, his face revealing fright.

Then, he shouted in disbelief: "The Bald Supreme! He is the notorious Bald Supreme from the Xushen Jie two days ago. I never expected it to be him, and that he would actually be here in our Butian Sect."

This young Butian Sect disciple had happened to witness those scenes of slaughter in the Xushen Jie, and recalling them now still made him shudder uncontrollably.

The Bald Supreme! These four words had now spread across every major sect in Huangyu, and were known to almost everyone.

Therefore, upon hearing someone identify him, they were extraordinarily astonished, never expecting the Bald Supreme to be right beside them.

"He is the Bald Supreme from the Xushen Jie?" someone asked, half-doubting.

"That's right, it's him. I'm afraid I'll never forget his image for the rest of my life. That day in the Xushen Jie, he was truly too brutal and too terrifying."

Hearing the youth's exaggerated words of awe toward the bald person before them, a disciple jumped out, feeling very unconvinced.

"Hmph! What Bald Supreme? I don't believe in this nonsense. Everyone has one head on their shoulders; I don't believe a disciple of the Western Sect can be stronger than a disciple of our Butian Sect."

"Senior brother, don't be impulsive! He has opened ten Cave Heavens; you mustn't!" the youth advised with a worried face, fearing that the Bald Supreme might suddenly turn back.

"Hmph! So what if he has ten Cave Heavens? Not everyone is Bear Child."

Having said that, this disciple shouted loudly: "Hey! You bald guy in front, dare you come over for a fight!"

Their whispers had long since reached Mengchen's ears, but he had simply pretended not to hear them, wanting to wait quietly for the situation to develop.

Sure enough, just as he had hoped, someone could not hold back.

Now that someone had taken the initiative to invite him to a fight, his own action could be considered justified.

Although he had a good impression of the beautiful scenery of the Butian Sect, he could not muster any good feelings for the people of the Butian Sect. Of course, some holy fairies were naturally excluded.

He still remembered how Qitianyan had repeatedly humiliated him when he first arrived at the Butian Sect.

Now that his disciple dared to take the initiative to find him for a fight, he naturally had to repay him properly.

So, after hearing the voice, Mengchen stopped and shouted to Heizi, who was running ahead: "Heizi, come here! Stop running, come over and watch the show!"

Hearing this, Heizi pricked up its ears and turned its head to look, only to see Mengchen turning around and walking in the opposite direction.

Thus, it also boldly turned back, wanting to see what trick he was up to.

When it reached a point nearby, it jumped onto a Coiling Dragon Pillar and began to watch.

At this time, Mengchen had arrived in front of the Butian Sect disciple who had called out to him, and asked in return: "Are you the one who wants to fight me?"

That disciple focused his eyes and said: "Baldy, do you dare?"

"Better not! My hands are heavy, and I'm afraid I might hurt you." Mengchen tilted his head and scratched his ear, looking indifferent.

"What did you say!" The disciple was instantly enraged.

In an instant, the surrounding group of Butian Sect disciples whispered among themselves, all feeling pity for Mengchen's actions.

"It's over, this baldy has angered senior brother; he's going to suffer in a moment."

"This is what you call being arrogant beyond measure. To dare to be so dismissive even when facing senior brother—he really doesn't know what's good for him."

"Just watch! It will only take one move for senior brother to make this baldy cry for his father and mother."

……

Heizi squatted on the Coiling Dragon Pillar, and hearing the whispers of the Butian Sect disciples, it began to shake its head and sigh, "Sigh! Poor kid, why did you have to provoke him for no reason? Isn't this just asking for a beating?"

Afterward, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Mengchen and that Butian Sect disciple began their duel.

They decided the outcome in just a single exchange; that Butian Sect disciple was KO'd by a punch and knocked unconscious.

In this instant, the entire scene became silent, and the group of Butian Sect disciples looked astonished, simply unable to believe what they were seeing.

The next instant, the strange atmosphere here attracted the entire massive Martial Arts Arena, and disciples from various distant arenas rushed over one after another.

"It's him! He's the one who hurt us in the Xushen Jie." At this moment, among the crowd that had gathered, a disciple with a severely swollen side of his face pointed at Mengchen and identified him.

Hearing this, more than ten other disciples squeezed to the front, and upon seeing Mengchen, they also identified him: "That's right, it's him."

These disciples were surprisingly unanimous, with half their faces swollen and red, as if they were about to bleed. Mengchen swept his gaze over these Butian Sect disciples pointing at him, and his brows immediately relaxed. "Aren't these the youths who were running their mouths in the Xushen Jie? I didn't expect them to be Butian Sect disciples."

"Did you hurt them?"

More than ten Butian Sect disciples with cold expressions strode forward, looking aggressive.

"Yes!" Mengchen responded indifferently.

"Him, did you hurt him too?" Among these disciples, someone pointed to the disciple who had fainted.

"Understood!"

"Then there is nothing more to say, let's fight!" As the words fell, those dozen or so disciples attacked together, and in an instant, a sky full of brilliant Runes rushed toward Mengchen.

"Well come!"

Mengchen threw a punch instantly, and in the process, a ball of incomparable light bloomed, resembling a sun, dazzling and bright, as it surged out from his fist, blasting the Runes rushing toward him to pieces.

"How is this possible!" Those dozen people were shocked; he had actually shattered all of their attacks with a single punch.

After Mengchen withdrew his stance, he mocked with a look of disdain: "Among the younger generation of your Butian Sect, is there really not a single one who can fight?"

"If there isn't, you may all attack together; I will take you all on."

Once these words were spoken, the entire arena was in an uproar, and the disciples of the Butian Sect were all so angry they were huffing and puffing.

This bald guy was truly too arrogant.

"What a brazen bald guy, you have successfully angered us." Someone could bear it no longer and rushed out from the crowd,

then he raised his arms and shouted, mobilizing the others.

"What are you all still standing there for? Do you want to just watch this bald guy trample our Butian Sect under his feet?"

Under his mobilization, disciples began to step forward one after another, and soon, all the disciples on the Martial Arts Arena were moving, their eyes burning as they all cast their gazes toward Mengchen.

Including the young master who had previously recognized him as the bald Supreme, he also joined in under this atmosphere.

At this moment, Mengchen was an enemy to the entire field! But he did not have a shred of fear; instead, he looked somewhat excited, wearing a meaningful smile.

"Good! Finally, I can have a hearty fight, come on!"

Having said that, Mengchen reached out his hand and made a beckoning gesture.

"Charge!"

In an instant, following the roar of a Butian Sect disciple, they scrambled to surge forward.

Mengchen was not polite at all; he clenched both fists and followed up on the momentum.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

"Ah..."

In a flash, on the vast Martial Arts Arena, the sky was filled with flashing Runes, various precious techniques emerged one after another, and screams accompanied them from time to time.

These Butian Sect disciples were all the same age as Mengchen and were all in the Cave Heaven Realm, so how could they be opponents to Mengchen, who had opened ten Cave Heavens?

Ten Cave Heavens, known as the extreme of the Cave Heaven Realm, is an existence invincible among peers; how could they, who had only opened seven or eight, or even three or four Cave Heavens, compare?

Although they had the advantage in numbers, there was still no chance of victory to speak of.

Because those who have opened ten Cave Heavens can already seize the creation of Heaven and Earth, endless and unceasing; unless they encounter a formidable enemy in a life-and-death struggle, they are almost always in a peak state.

Relying on these people, how could they contend with him?

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

Mengchen was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep; the Sanfo Bashi, which could see through the flaws of his opponents, displayed its divine might, and with every strike, one person would fall.

Once his Supreme Bone technique was unleashed, he knocked down a large group in an instant.

The battle situation took a sharp turn for the worse; under Mengchen's offensive, the Butian Sect disciples were completely routed, which was quite miserable.

"Bang!"

Until the last disciple was sent flying by Mengchen's punch, this chaotic battle also reached its end.

At this moment, on the vast Martial Arts Arena, the Butian Sect disciples were spread out across the ground, wailing incessantly, looking quite miserable.

A dignified great sect like the Butian Sect, which had dominated the Huangyu for millions of years and had forces spread across the Bayu, had actually been swept away by a little bald guy who had just emerged.

For the Butian Sect, this was definitely a dark day; if it were spread to others, it would certainly become a laughingstock for all forces.

"By doing this, you are destroying the friendship between our two sects."

Leisurely, a graceful and melodious voice came from afar.

Mengchen raised his eyes to look, and saw not far away, a beautiful young girl flying over leisurely.

She held a green jade flute in her hand, her black hair draped down, and her petite, exquisite face was covered by a light veil, looking extremely spirited.

She flew over leisurely like a fairy walking on waves, light and ethereal.

Seeing the flying young girl, Mengchen's memory was fresh; she was the Saintess of the Butian Sect, Yuechan! When they first met, her holy, otherworldly temperament had left a deep impression on Mengchen, making it hard to forget.

This made Mengchen unable to help but think of the Xuanmen Shengnyu, Xiyao.

Although Xiyao's beauty was not inferior to Yuechan's, by comparison, she ultimately lacked that kind of ethereal, dynamic beauty.

The static beauty presented by Xiyao and the dynamic beauty presented by Yuechan—both kinds of beauty left a deep impression on Mengchen, constantly switching and appearing in his mind for a time.

(End of chapter)