Chapter 45: Forceful Expulsion, A Decisive Escape

The peace Mengchen enjoyed while lost in thought did not last long.

Suddenly, a chaotic barrage of insults came crashing down upon him.

"Audacious little thief, you actually dare to openly profane the Saintess of our sect."

"To be so shameless at such a young age; who knows how many female cultivators will be violated when you grow up."

"You shameless wretch, acting like a beast—it is simply contemptible!"

"You look upright and harmless, yet I never expected you to harbor such a filthy, animalistic heart."

"You subhuman little beast, for profaning our sect's Saintess, ten thousand deaths would not be enough to extinguish our hatred."

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Those who spoke these insults were all experts of the Butian Sect.

They hovered in the air, and once they recovered from their initial shock, they all began to curse with faces full of indignation.

Yuechan Xianzi was the dignified Saintess of the Butian Sect, pure and untainted, a proud daughter of Heaven who remained aloof from the mortal world.

They never imagined that today, she would be profaned by a little bald donkey, and this was something they could not endure.

If not for the fact that Mengchen was a disciple of the Western Sect's leader, and that Jinchanzi was standing right there, they would have long since swarmed him and crushed Mengchen to death in an instant.

Although the experts of the Butian Sect could not extinguish the hatred in their hearts, they knew their own status and position, so they would never act impulsively before their leader Qitianyan gave the order.

After all, if this matter were not handled well, it might trigger a great war between the two sects.

Therefore, they could only vent their anger through insults while casting their gazes toward Qitianyan, hoping their leader would provide clear instructions.

Even if the leader ordered a war against the entire Western Sect, they would not even frown; after all, the Butian Sect was no pushover, and they had no reason to fear the Western Sect.

After all, today's incident was a case of the Western Sect bullying them first.

So now, they were waiting for a single word of command from Qitianyan.

At this moment, Qitianyan's brows were deep like the stars, his posture as upright as a pine, and his hands were clasped behind his back, fists clenched tightly.

His face was dark and extremely unsightly, and a terrifying aura occasionally radiated from him, causing his silver hair to flutter.

Clearly, he was also incomparably furious at this moment; Mengchen's actions were undoubtedly a slap in the face to his Butian Sect.

And what difference was there between slapping the Butian Sect's face and slapping Qitianyan's own face?

Right now, if not for Jinchanzi being at his side, he would have truly wanted to crush the little bald-headed boy below to death.

Suppressing the rage in his heart, Qitianyan spoke with a sarcastic tone: "Brother Jin! You have truly taught a fine disciple!"

Jinchanzi let out a long sigh, then explained with a pained expression: "Sigh... Brother Qi, you and I both saw the scene just now; it was truly a misunderstanding! If your sect's Saintess Yuechan hadn't turned and attacked, this scene would never have occurred."

Hearing this, Qitianyan flicked his long sleeves and said with a look of displeasure:

"Brother Jin! Your words seem a bit too convenient, don't they! Does that mean the Saintess of my sect should have just stood there and been captured, unable to fight back?"

"Furthermore, even if our Saintess turned to strike, does your disciple not know when to stop? He had to take it to such an irredeemable point! Hmph!" Speaking to the end, Qitianyan let out a heavy cold snort to show his resentment.

Facts speak louder than words!

Regarding today's events, although Jinchanzi could see that Mengchen was definitely not intentional, in a certain sense, he had ultimately profaned the Saintess of the Butian Sect.

Of course, he believed that Qitianyan, like him, saw it very clearly, but Qitianyan was stubborn and insisted on focusing only on the fact that had occurred.

Therefore, since arguing was useless, Jinchanzi had to change his attitude. He said very apologetically: "What you say is true, Brother! I hope you can look at my face and spare my disciple! I am willing to compensate your sect as much as possible."

Hearing this, Qitianyan turned his gaze over and fell into deep thought.

The detestable little thief below was, after all, Jinchanzi's personal disciple; he couldn't really crush him to death right in front of him!

Presumably, even if he really wanted to do so, Jinchanzi would certainly intervene, and at that point, an uncontrollable war between the two sects would surely break out.

If things developed that way, both sects would suffer, and it might give other great sects an opportunity to take advantage.

To let the entire Butian Sect fall into a predicament for the sake of a mere little thief was ultimately not worth it.

Since Jinchanzi had offered compensation, it wouldn't hurt to have a proper discussion with him.

"Sigh... very well! Since things have reached this point and it is too late for regrets, I will give you this face, Brother." Qitianyan let out a sigh, as if he had set down a burden in his heart.

"Brother, you are truly righteous! Many thanks, Brother..."

Jinchanzi expressed his gratitude.

Qitianyan waved his hand to interrupt Jinchanzi's words of thanks and said with a serious face: "There is no need for thanks. How does Brother intend to compensate for the humiliation suffered by our sect's Saintess!"

Hearing this, Jinchanzi glanced sideways; as for the matter of compensation, giving too much would be bad, and giving too little wouldn't work, so it was more appropriate for the other party to propose it.

When the time came, if the other party opened their mouth like a lion, he could bargain with them; if they asked for little, then naturally everyone would be happy.

Thus, Jinchanzi responded with a sincere expression: "Please, Brother, state your terms. As long as it is within my power, I will comply."

"Very well! We shall discuss this matter in detail later, but your disciple no longer has a place in my Butian Sect."

As he spoke, Qitianyan's gaze was like a torch, casting an extremely dissatisfied look down at Mengchen.

After a cold, piercing stare, he instructed the experts of the Butian Sect: "I do not wish to see this thief again. Drive him out of the Butian Sect for me."

"Yes!" The experts of the Butian Sect responded one after another.

Under their forceful expulsion, Mengchen was driven out of the Butian Sect's mountain gate.

With Mengchen being driven away, Heizi had no choice but to sneakily follow behind.

Seeing that they did not make things difficult for Mengchen, Jinchanzi finally felt at ease to follow Qitianyan and discuss the compensation.

Before leaving, Jinchanzi instructed Mengchen not to go too far, but he knew in his heart that afterward, it would take some effort to bring this little bald thief back.

At this moment, Mengchen and Heizi were walking down the mountain, and he was still holding the soft, white bodice in his hand.

He felt extremely aggrieved in his heart; it was clearly a misunderstanding, yet he had been driven out without any rhyme or reason, and they truly hadn't given him any face at all.

Combining this with the two previous times Qitianyan had humiliated him, the more Mengchen thought about the Butian Sect, the angrier he became.

But fortunately, although he had been driven out in a very humiliating manner this time, it had also created an excellent opportunity for him to escape.

Thinking of this, he cast aside the humiliation in his heart and had already signaled Heizi to quicken their pace.

Mengchen thought to himself that this was the Xuanyu, and he would certainly be able to successfully fly far away.

"Lao Tuzi, I am leaving. When I have achieved success in my cultivation in the future and am no longer bound, I will come back to see you!"

"Yuechan Xianzi, oh Yuechan Xianzi, I will keep this bodice for now; I can only return it when we are fated to meet again in the future," Mengchen said softly, holding up the bodice in his hand.

Afterwards, he tucked the bodice into his robes, circulated his Divine Power, lifted Heizi into his arms, and quickly sped away.

(End of chapter)