Mu Yang's sense of shame instantly reached a breaking point. He glared fiercely at his disciple. If looks could kill, he would have torn this arrogant disciple to pieces.

He had a million words in his heart, but all he could manage to utter were "mmm..."

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! Damn it, his ass is definitely swollen! Put me down! I'm going to kill you!

Seeing that he was not convinced, the White Python Pavilion disciple who was being glared at mercilessly slapped him twice more.

Mu Yang: "Mmm..."

If you're so tough, make me put my feet on the ground, and I'm telling you, your whole family will be finished!

The White Python Pavilion disciple scoffed, "Heh heh."

Mu Yang: "Mmm..."

Damn it, you're really finished! I'll never forget your ugly face! I'll haunt you whether you're alive or dead!

The disciples of the White Python Pavilion were enraged by his glare and wanted to put Mu Yang down and beat her up, but they were met with a glare from the elder and had no choice but to ignore Mu Yang and obediently follow the main group.

In fact, Mu Yang initially had the right to speak freely, but he talked a lot, and not only that, but the content was also very unpleasant to listen to. Whenever he regained a little strength, he would keep swearing that he wanted the White Python Pavilion to do this and that, which was extremely annoying to listen to.

If it weren't for the elder's orders, several disciples would have secretly wanted to send Mu Yang to his death.

So, a kind-hearted disciple who couldn't stand it any longer took off his shoes and, without holding a grudge, offered a sock that hadn't been washed for three days, stuffing it all into Mu Yang's mouth.

He was immediately overwhelmed by the stench, his mind went blank, and he lost all senses with the slightest breath. He felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and almost vomited violently. But the thought that he would have to swallow it back down made him hold it in, which made him really angry.

But since they couldn't defeat them, they could only secretly curse the founders of the White Python Pavilion.

Although Mu Yang was slapped by the elder of the White Python Pavilion, he was thick-skinned and not fatal. Although he would faint from time to time, he was still conscious, and the members of the White Python Pavilion did not shy away from discussing matters with him.

Gradually, Mu Yang realized it was all a misunderstanding, but he had already been stuffed with a smelly sock. If he stammered, he would be beaten! If he made a face, he would be beaten! If he struggled, he would be beaten!

He got all the spankings he deserved in his life today.

Mu Yang's hatred was unprecedented, not only for the White Python Pavilion, but also for the three tyrants. He wished he could tear them to pieces.

The elder of the White Python Pavilion led the way, followed by a group of disciples. They thought they would have to use all their skills to avoid the palace servants, but they found that there was no one there at all. Their carefully planned path was completely useless, which puzzled the elder and made him feel uneasy.

Suddenly, a blinding golden light slowly approached, threatening to dazzle his old eyes. Just as he was about to swing his sword to stab it, a tall black figure stood in front of him, with hair as black as ink and skin as white as fresh snow. He stood upright, like a pine or bamboo, and his gaze was filled with a murderous aura that left no room for mercy.

The elder of the White Python Pavilion, who prided himself on his extensive knowledge, was overwhelmed by the young man's aura at this moment. He sheathed his sword and involuntarily took a half step back.

The other disciples of the White Python Pavilion also lowered their heads early on, not daring to look directly at the flowers, wishing they could transform into a cluster of flowers at their feet.

The elder, flustered but outwardly defiant, immediately resorted to a shameless tactic, shouting, "This brat surnamed Mu is in my hands. If you want to exchange his life for yours, you'll have to exchange yours!"

Ji Yan narrowed her eyes and casually said, "Surname Mu? Don't know him. Kill him."

"Alright, I'll count to three, he goes first, you go second... What? Kill him?" The elder was stunned. What the hell was this? Why was it different from before?

His white eyebrows shot up. "Do you really think I won't kill him? Young man, don't blame me for not warning you. One wrong step can lead to eternal regret. There's no going back. Bring him up here."

Upon hearing this, the White Python Pavilion disciple tossed the listless Mu Yang at the elder's feet and stood at the back without looking back. He didn't want to be pulled up by the young man in black.

Ji Yan watched coldly, wanting to stew all the chirping sparrows in one pot. Out of the corner of his eye, a golden light flashed, and through the curtain blown open by the wind, he glanced at Shen Jiao, who was eating happily. His irritable mood inexplicably calmed down.

Let's stop here. We can tolerate a little more dragging on.

Shen Jiao was very sensitive to the tyrant's gaze. After being glanced at, she dared not eat anymore and sat up straight to watch the show, but after a while she lay down again.

It's so easy to go astray!

Over here, Mu Yang's internal organs were in excruciating pain from the elder of the White Python Pavilion's slam, and he almost died from a single glare, but he couldn't die! Yu'er's enemy was right in front of him, and he had to take revenge!

But he... can't stand up?

Mu Yang turned around and winked at the elder, "You idiot, let me go right now!"

Seeing the look in Mu Yang's eyes that seemed to want to rush to the pretty boy's side, the elder of the White Python Pavilion immediately ripped the smelly sock out of Mu Yang's mouth and laughed three times, "Hahaha, Young Master Mu, look how cold-blooded the person you swore to protect is, actually abandoning you. This old man is heartbroken to see this."

The Mu Yang Carp, having broken free of its seal, sprang to its feet. Ignoring the words of the White Python Pavilion elder, it angrily shouted, "You scoundrel, prepare to die!" and charged towards Ji Yan with its bare hands, disregarding everything else.

Before the tyrant could make a move, Mu Yang suddenly felt a pain in his knee and knelt down. The elder of the White Python Pavilion dragged him back, saying, "Did I give you permission to go over there? Behave yourself, or Young Master Mu's legs might not be safe."

Ugh... Mu Yang was furious! This person was a huge obstacle on his road to success! He turned around and spat at the elder, "I'm fucking..."

Snap—

The White Python Pavilion elder ruthlessly slapped him hard across the right cheek, saying, "Don't speak."

"I have to say this!" Mu Yang gritted her teeth, "I'm utterly speechless, you old geezer..."

Snap—

How dare a mere brat insult him? The White Python Pavilion elder slapped Mu Yang across the left cheek again. "Shut up."

"You can't shut your mouth!" Mu Yang's face was swollen like a football, and she mumbled, "I'm utterly speechless! Why did you hit me again, you old geezer? Are you crazy...?"

The elder of the White Python Pavilion, unable to bear it any longer, attempted a double whammy, but Mu Yang covered his face, "Wait! I'll be done soon! Let me finish!"

The elder stopped.

Mu Yang continued, "I'm utterly speechless! Why did you hit me again, you old geezer? Are you crazy?! I clearly came here to get revenge on that pretty boy! Why are you stopping me? Aren't you annoying?"

The elder of the White Python Pavilion's smile froze. "What did you say? You're here for revenge too? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Mu Yang was so angry he almost vomited blood. "I've been saying it the whole time!"

Elder of the White Python Pavilion: "Who told you to talk so much nonsense?"

Mu Yang's veins bulged. "That's obvious!"

He was beaten all the way and had smelly socks stuffed into his mouth. Shouldn't he be scolded a few times?

Elder of the White Python Pavilion: "..." Anyone who insults me deserves to be beaten.

Upon hearing this, the air fell silent, and a subtle awkwardness filled the air.

Shen Jiao: "..."

Ji Yan: "..."

Liang Heng tapped the sedan chair: "...Sister Chen, pass me some more melon seeds. They're much better than the operas performed at Lichun Garden."