"Uncle Bai, please come with me to the Li Chen Hall to pay our respects to the elders."

Just as Bai Cang released the restriction, he saw Xu Yang rush in.

She grabbed his hand and headed towards the mountain gate.

"What's going on?"

Bai Cang was somewhat puzzled, "Wasn't it said that I would stay in the guest hall for three years? Why am I suddenly required to meet with the elders?"

I haven't even brushed my teeth yet!

Bai Cang might not know much about other places, but he did know what the Li Chen Palace did.

As the name suggests, entering this hall means leaving behind the mortal world.

This is the place in the Heshan sect where registration, enthronement, and ordination are conducted.

According to "Brother Yu": Wasn't the last ordination ceremony three months ago? Will we have to wait three years for the next one?

Why are we suddenly going to the Hall of Departure?

Upon hearing this, Xu Yang looked at Bai Cang with a strange expression, "There was thunder all night last night, didn't you hear it, Uncle Bai?"

Thunder rumbled all night? What does that have to do with me?

Bai Cang was somewhat puzzled. "Could it be that Master Han is fighting with the elders?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Cang and Xu Yang's expressions immediately turned strange.

Holy crap! Seriously? They're going this far?

What happened to lying low? What happened to being on the defensive, keeping a low profile, and being discreet?

Meanwhile, in the Hall of Departure.

The masters of the Three Capitals and Five Courts, and the eight Dao Foundation True Persons, each took their seats there.

Only Han Qinhu stood there, head held high and hands behind his back.

They were actually forming a standoff with the crowd!

"Junior Brother Han, why are you doing this to yourself?"

At the far left, an elderly man with white hair and beard earnestly advised, "It's just a three-year wait. That's the rule in the temple. Do you think we're deliberately making things difficult for you?"

Han Qinhu smiled coldly, "Whether it's targeted at you or not, you all know the answer in your hearts!"

"Third Senior Brother, I think you've been a head chef for too long, and your mind is completely consumed by scheming!"

"For us cultivators, ten thousand years is too long; we must seize the day!"

Before the words were finished, the white-haired old man stepped forward, and a middle-aged "young master" in brocade robes coldly snorted, "Junior Brother Han, how dare you speak to your senior brother like that?"

"I think you've been out there too long and have forgotten the proper order of things and the rules of our religion!"

Han Qinhu glanced disdainfully at the richly dressed middle-aged man. "Zhou Ganzheng, Zhou Laoqi, who the hell do you think you are, daring to boss me around like that?"

"According to the hierarchy, how dare you sit above Third Senior Brother? I think you've gone against the Heavenly Gang! Why don't you kneel down and apologize to Third Senior Brother?"

Didn't you already say that I'm seventh in the labor and capital rankings?

Everyone said that Zhou Ganzheng rolled his eyes and simply turned his head away, no longer wanting to deal with this arrogant and domineering fool.

"Elder Han, we have no intention of interfering in the affairs between you fellow disciples."

Just then, an old woman dressed in hemp clothing and shoes on the right angrily said, "You have only been back at the mountain gate for one day, and you have already killed and injured dozens of our disciples."

"That's fine, we don't want to argue with you over such a small matter."

"But last night you barged into the Fifth Academy and fought us on the spot. What is the reason for this? What explanation do you have?"

Han Qinhu sneered, "Why should I explain my actions to anyone?"

"If you're bad, practice more; if you're weak, get beaten; if you can't handle losing, don't play; trash doesn't deserve to speak."

"If you had been able to kill me on the spot last night, then you would have been entirely in the right today. Otherwise, what do you intend to do?!"

Upon hearing this, the five men on the right all glared angrily at Han Qinhu, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

However, their bruised and battered appearance made their "fierce" appearance less imposing.

This only added a touch of smugness to Han Qinhu's face.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a loud explosion was heard.

The young Taoist priest sitting at the head of the table on the left flicked his sleeves, his voice booming like thunder, "Junior Brother Han, how dare you be so presumptuous in front of me?"

"Heh, is this considered presumptuous?!"

Han Qinhu lowered his eyelids and hung his hands in front of him. "Yuan Tiangang, Senior Brother Yuan, you've managed all this well, you've done a great job!"

"With Master gone for the past few years, I think the Crimson Dragon Temple is about to undergo a complete upheaval!"

Du Guan Yuan Tiangang's face darkened. "Nonsense! This is absurd! Just because something doesn't suit your taste, does that mean the world has changed?"

"If you can forge a superior Dao foundation, how about I hand it over to you as your brother?"

"Once you become the head of the Crimson Dragon Temple, you can change the rules as you please!"

"If you can't, then don't make trouble here, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Upon hearing this, Han Qinhu suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with a fierce and ferocious light. "How do you intend to be impolite? By using the Howling Wind and Thunder Book as leverage?"

After saying that, Han Qinhu snorted coldly, "What does it matter if you're high or low in cultivation level? Being able to fight is the only thing that matters!"

"It's been twenty years since our eldest brother started his Foundation Establishment, hasn't it?"

"Why don't we settle our score today, both in terms of victory and defeat, and life and death?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present changed their expressions drastically.

"Han Qinhu, what other crazy things are you going to do?!"

The white-haired old man at the far left rose up, his face full of anger, and shouted, "Fellow disciples killing each other, is this the kind of joke you want others to see?"

"I treated them as fellow disciples, but did they treat me as one?"

Upon hearing this, Han Qinhu took a step back and muttered, "Third Senior Brother, the luckiest thing you ever did in your life was bringing me out of the mountains back then. Otherwise, hmph..."

The third senior brother also laughed in exasperation, "If I had known this would happen, I should have made you a savage who eats raw meat and drinks blood, rather than being driven to death by you!"

"Alright! Let's leave it at that. Nobody should say another word!"

Du Guan Yuan Tiangang frowned and coldly surveyed the crowd. "Since no one can convince anyone else, then let's follow the rules of my Heshan Sect: let's settle this in a life-or-death arena!"

Wherever Yuan Tiangang's gaze fell, everyone lowered their heads.

Only Han Qinhu stood tall and proud, a ferocious smile on his face, "That's exactly right! My Heshan Sect is a heretical sect, only the living are worthy of reasoning!"

Han Qinhu's arrogant attitude made Yuan Tiangang, whose brows were already furrowed, look even more gloomy.

"Junior Brother Han, you'd better be able to forge a high-grade Dao Foundation!"

Yuan Tiangang's face was ashen. "Otherwise, your past arrogance and indulgence will surely lead to your utter ruin!"

Han Qinhu's eyes lit up upon hearing this, "Senior Brother, are you interested in cleaning up the house?"

"Why don't we just have a showdown? What kind of skill is it to just talk?"

"snort!"

Yuan Tiangang's face turned red, and he let out a muffled groan before falling silent.

The rest of the group kept their eyes down, no one daring to look at Han Qinhu, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent.

It was as if they were afraid he would go berserk again and stage a scene of "bloodshed in the Hall of Departure".

At that time, regardless of who wins or loses, who lives or dies, it is estimated that no one can escape the raging fury of the Heavenly River True Lord.

Only the white-haired "Third Senior Brother" patiently asked, "Junior Brother Han, are you sure you want your disciple to go to the life-or-death arena?"

"You finally found a satisfactory disciple, aren't you afraid he'll die in the ring?"

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