Chapter 225: The Attitude of Xuankan Dao

Yan Buji looks at the stunned three, frowns and says: "What? Do the three Dao friends really think Qingfeng Temple is easy to bully? In front of a crowd you slander our sect's disciples and even slap someone? Even if this escalates to Xuankan Dao, we are in the right!"

The three youths clench their teeth: "I won't apologize, what can you do?"

"Then you look down on our Qingfeng Temple?" Yan Buji says.

"What are you, some trash?!"

Yan Buji laughs: "Youth is reckless, remember disaster comes from the mouth."

Immediately.

"Do you dare leave your sect's name behind?" Yan Buji says coolly.

"Afraid of you? The young master will not change his name nor his surname—Liu Song of Songhu Gate!"

"I am Zhang Na!"

"I am Li Yuefan!"

Yan Buji nods: "Fine, you three wait."

Yan Buji turns and leaves with his men, the onlooking cultivators are speechless.

"Boring, I thought they'd start fighting."

"I want to see blood flow like a river!"

"What a joke, I thought Qingfeng Temple was some big force, and it turns out to be this?"

Liu Song and the two others look puzzled, didn't expect this old guy to come up, ask a question and then just leave with his men?

"Senior Liu, they won't really go to Xuankan Dao to lodge a complaint, will they?"

"How many people on Xuankan Dao bother with petty matters? The Demon Tribe's danger is still ahead, do they really think they'd act as mediators?" Liu Song rolls his eyes, disdainfully says: "I think that old ox's nose is all show and no use, no need to bother with them!"

"Alright, let's go wander the market."

"Let's go."

After Yan Buji leaves with his men, he heads straight toward where Wang Le is.

On the way, the beaten Yue Tong grits his teeth: "Senior brother, is that it, just give up?"

"Give up? Hmph, we must make them come and apologize voluntarily!" Yan Buji laughs.

"But will the cultivators of Xuankan Dao care about such a trivial matter?"

"How can it be called trivial?"

Yan Buji finds Wang Le, Wang Le looks at the crowd and is a bit puzzled: "What's up? Yue, fellow Daoist?"

Yan Buji takes a deep breath, his eyes redden and tears flow uncontrollably: "Daoist Wang! May I ask whether Xuankan Dao treats us, the Qingfeng Temple cultivators who came to aid the Demon Tribe for the sake of humanity's great cause, like this?!"

Huh?

Not only the Qingfeng Temple disciples are stunned, Wang Le is also dazed.

Seeing Yan Buji seem terribly aggrieved, Wang Le pauses, notices many cultivators looking over, whispers: "But are there other Xuankan Dao cultivators who …"

"Probably not?"

"Although Xuankan Dao seniors and juniors look down on outsiders, they wouldn't go that far with you."

"Besides, if they did cause you trouble, that would be your own problem."

"However, in this overall environment, Wang Le dares not voice his true thoughts; even if he pretends, he must appear fair and just."

Yan Buji takes the initiative, loudly says: "I am not targeting Xuankan Dao. From the bottom of my heart, I think Xuankan Dao has always been fair and just, with principled conduct. Now the Demon Tribe's chaos has plagued the Dao, and Qingfeng Temple, as a part of the Dao, is willing to contribute its modest strength to quell the Demon Tribe! Yet I did not expect other forces to bully my junior brothers, to ignore us who came for humanity's great cause, willing to sacrifice ourselves, and even insult my sect!"

Huh?!

The surrounding cultivators hear a muddled speech; Wang Le catches a hint: "You mean… you were bullied by cultivators of other forces?"

"What do you call bullying?! I, unafraid of fighting alone at the Lianqi Phase, for humanity's great cause, for Xuankan Dao's rules, consciously uphold them, unwilling to clash with them. They were at fault first by not letting my junior apologize, and look at his face!"

Yan Buji, tears streaming, grabs the bewildered Yue Tong, points at the slap mark on his face: "A good young man was slapped in the face on the spot, and even after I arrived, they still insulted Qingfeng Temple as 'what kind of thing'? I ask you, Daoist Wang, how should we resolve this?!"

Yue Tong regains composure, sees Yan Buji's righteous fury, immediately starts crying: "Please have Xuankan Dao arbitrate for Qingfeng Temple! The beating I received is minor, but the other side insulted my sect, insulted us who traveled far to aid in repelling the Demon Tribe—it's utterly heartless!"

Yan Buji nods silently; Yue Tong indeed is one of the few sharp‑witted in Qingfeng Temple, his skin only a bit thinner than his own.

The key is he actually understood my meaning, which is rare.

Wang Le feels some resentment; they make a big fuss over such a small matter, no wonder they pick crowded places, fearing I won't handle it.

Wang Le truly dislikes their method, using the great cause to force him to deal with this. Is it worth turning a small dispute into such a scene?

Wang Le isn't a fool; if he stayed silent, rumors would spread that Xuankan Dao's rules are nonsense, and his sect would blame him, and he, at the Lianqi Phase, would bear full responsibility.

Rules cannot be broken lightly; otherwise Wang Le could simply ignore the matter, scold them harshly, and walk away happily.

Whether he feels satisfied afterward will be obvious.

Wang Le inhales deeply: "Since that's the case, I'll personally take you to demand an explanation, okay?"

Yan Buji immediately stops crying, whispers: "As for this, I think there's no need to make a big scene. Just let Daoist Wang inform Songhu Gate. For Xuankan Dao's reputation, for humanity's great cause, I also hope Songhu Gate disciples restrain themselves and not slander others."

"Hmph." Wang Le rolls his eyes, scoffs.

"Isn't it just to make them come personally to apologize?"

"You old ox's nose can speak well."

Wang Le nods: "Fine."

Seeing Wang Le leave, Yan Buji smiles faintly: "Alright, go back and wait for good news."

"Senior brother, you cry and laugh so naturally, impressive." Yue Tong looks shocked at Yan Buji.

Yan Buji squints: "You're not bad either."

"Hehe, can't just take a slap for free, right?"

"Remember, later find a moment when no one's around to thank Daoist Wang."

"Got it, got it, senior brother, you're awesome."

Indeed this world still isn't short of clever people; if Yue Tong applied this cleverness to cultivation, these events wouldn't have happened today.

The other junior brothers, not understanding why, asked in turn: "Senior brother, why did you all act like that just now?"

"You're really stupid, remember we're on the territory of the Mysterious Pit Dao. A minor issue isn't worth troubling the Elder and the others, but since the Mysterious Pit Dao is the host, we have to involve them, right?" Yue Tong said proudly.

Yan Buji lifted an eyebrow.

Looking for the master or senior uncle would probably not get them to handle this, and Yan Buji wasn't deliberately trying to be a clown; the main point was that he didn't want to make a fuss.

If he can solve the junior brothers' trouble and also test the Mysterious Pit Dao's attitude, why not?