Chapter 46 My Junior Brother's Happy Life (Part 4) My Junior Brother, I'll Spoil Him...

Looking at the terrified expressions on the faces of the disciples kneeling on the ground, Song Ce snorted coldly, "Have you ever thought about forgiving this child for what he did today?" As he spoke, the hem of Song Ce's robes fluttered gently in the breeze, as if he were an immortal descending to earth, but he exuded a chilling aura of oppression.

Amidst the pleas for mercy, the dog stood up, still clutching the half-eaten fruit.

He looked at his fellow disciples kneeling on the ground, his hands gripping the hem of his clothes so tightly they were sweating. The shouts and curses from just moments ago were still echoing in his ears. How could they all be kneeling on the ground like him today in the blink of an eye?

"Child, come here."

The dog only snapped out of his daze when he saw the immortal standing not far away, extending his hands towards him. He blinked frantically, but his small eyes couldn't hide the tears of grievance in them—who was this person?

Song Ce looked gently at the dog in front of him, "Sorry, brother is late."

"Brother...?" the dog murmured. "Are you... my brother?"

"Yes, I am the older brother."

"Waaah..." Upon hearing the affirmative answer, the dog suddenly burst into tears, its face covered in tears and snot.

The half-eaten fruit rolled to the ground. Gou'er didn't care about picking it up; he quickly scrambled to his feet and, like a small cannonball, crashed into Song Ce's arms. His little hands gripped the hem of Song Ce's clothes tightly as he sobbed, "Brother, be good, be good, don't leave Gou'er!"

"Don't cry, sweetie. If anyone bullies you, just tell your brother. He'll back you up." Song Ce hugged the little dog in his arms, gently patted its back, and soothed it softly.

At the same time, the disciples, whose bodies were already injured, once again felt the irresistible pressure of spiritual power, and immediately began to beg for mercy. At this moment, if Song Ce had a single thought, they could have died on the spot in an instant.

The white-faced man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at the dirty child being carefully held in the senior's arms, and then looked at the Deyu Peak disciples kneeling below. He quickly knelt down and bowed, saying, "Please, senior, spare their lives. Everything is negotiable!"

"Sparing their lives... isn't difficult, but I'm curious whether you yourselves wanted to make things difficult for a helpless child, or if someone instructed you to do so?" Song Ce picked up Gou'er, his voice like ice shards, echoing above their heads.

Upon hearing this, the disciples looked at each other and lowered their heads in unison, none daring to utter a word.

"You all seem to have a well-thought-out plan. Since no one dares to speak up, I will begin calling out names," Song Ce said calmly.

"Come here." Song Ce casually pointed to the white-robed disciple kneeling at the front.

This white-robed disciple was named Xiao Chenwang. Among these disciples, he was considered quite respectable, not for any other reason than that his father was not only the lord of a city in the mortal realm, but also had a Golden Core expert stationed in the city lord's mansion year-round to protect him. Xiao Chenwang had been raised by his father since childhood, and through this exposure, he clearly knew who he could mess with and who he couldn't.

He vividly remembered the day he entered the White Cloud Sect. His father patted him on the shoulder and repeatedly warned him never to act rashly under the instigation of others, otherwise, if he angered the wrong person, it would surely bring about the extermination of the entire family.

Xiao Chenwang knew that in this situation, if his answer displeased this senior, he would surely face death. If he told the truth, he didn't know what kind of punishment his master would bring when he came to his senses; but if he didn't tell the truth and angered this unfathomably powerful senior, he might not be able to save his own life.

Finally, he steeled his resolve, as if using all his strength, "Senior, it was my master who instructed us to bully... no, to toughen up Gou'er... Junior Brother Gou'er more often. The foundation of education should... should begin from childhood."

“What a fine foundation for education, which should begin in childhood.” Song Ce’s tone was inscrutable.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chenwang's breathing became rapid, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, wetting the dust in front of him.

"Master also said that Junior Brother Gou'er... is naturally unruly, and we, as his senior brothers, should... fulfill our responsibilities and do our best to teach him to be a respectful and obedient person," Xiao Chenwang said cautiously.

"You unfilial disciple, shut up!" Just then, Daoist Changmi rushed over, followed by the sound of a spirit sword being drawn, which shot towards Xiao Chenwang at an extremely fast speed.

If Song Ce hadn't quickly formed a hand seal with his sleeve, creating a golden barrier to protect Xiao Chenwang, he would probably be dead by now.

"What, is Daoist Changmi in such a hurry to kill people to silence them? But there are so many disciples on Deyi Peak, you can't kill them all," Song Ce mocked.

Although he was smiling faintly, there was no smile in his eyes at all.

"You brat! Stop spouting nonsense!" Daoist Changmi shouted angrily.

Feeling the dog trembling slightly in his arms, Song Ce simply took out a cloak from his Vast Ocean Ring and wrapped it around him.

"Fellow Daoist! What is the meaning of this!" Sect Leader Qing Sui drew his longsword. "Today, you have trespassed on the prestigious peak of my Baiyun Sect and spoken disrespectfully to my sect elders. If you do not explain the whole story, then please stay here!"

"I have come here today to ask Daoist Changmi: First, you sent your disciples to intercept and kill my master, and then you killed my master's wife. Not content with the evil deeds you committed, you even brought my late master's only offspring back to the Baiyun Sect and treated him harshly. Do you think my sect has no one to rely on?"

When Song Ce spoke these words, he deliberately concealed them with spiritual energy to ensure that everyone in the White Cloud Sect could hear them clearly.

Immediately, everyone's eyes were focused on Daoist Changmi, and the disciples who had come upon hearing the news were in an uproar.

Changmi Daoist's face turned pale and then red. He suddenly drew his spiritual sword and said angrily, "Don't you dare to make false accusations! I never leave my mountain gate, how could I do such a heinous thing!"

Song Ce sneered, "Hmph, you think you've done it perfectly, but you don't know you've already left a flaw. Daoist Changmi, do you know what this is?" As soon as he finished speaking, a pale yellow bead floated up in Song Ce's hand.

"This is the Shadow-Locking Pearl. When you harmed my master's wife, you didn't expect that she, a mere mortal, would possess such a celestial treasure!"

Upon seeing this, Daoist Changmi's pupils constricted. He quickly activated his spiritual power, and the spiritual sword in his hand transformed into thousands of sword blades, attacking Song Ce like lightning.

"A mere brat dares to frame an elder of my White Cloud Sect!"

As Daoist Changmi's wide sleeves billowed, thousands of sword blades rushed toward Song Ce's throat and the Shadow-Locking Pearl in his hand.

"Stop." Song Ce nodded casually, speaking indifferently to the oncoming sword.

With just one word, the thousands of sword bodies turned into starlight and vanished instantly. Upon seeing this, the Qing Sui Sect Leader and the elders' expressions changed drastically.

"Since Daoist Changmi is in such a hurry, then I will do my utmost to send you on your way." Song Ce smiled faintly, his index and middle fingers forming a sword, and he lightly pointed at Daoist Changmi.

Seeing this, Daoist Changmi tried to retreat quickly, but his right leg, which had just taken a step, suddenly froze.

"What kind of sorcery are you using?" Changmi Daoist, still with a ferocious expression, knelt down with a thud, and a cinnabar-like flame mark slowly appeared between his eyebrows.

He stared in disbelief at his trembling hands, the spiritual energy around him rapidly dissipating like a receding tide, as if it had all been sucked away...

"Senior, please show mercy!" Sect Leader Qing Sui hurriedly stepped forward: "There may be some mistake in this matter. Chang Mi has always kept to himself and rarely leaves the mountain gate. Why don't we move inside the hall to talk things out and avoid any misunderstandings? If this matter is indeed a mistake made by Chang Mi, I assure you that he will be severely punished in a short time."

"Quickly say some soft words to beg him. I have already sent a message to the patriarch. We only need to deal with him for a moment, and the patriarch will arrive soon," Sect Leader Qing Sui transmitted to Daoist Chang Mi in secret.

Even if Changmi Daoist was unwilling, he had no choice but to bow his head and show weakness, since the current situation was beyond his control.

“This… fellow Daoist, I haven’t left the mountain for a hundred years. This child was picked up by another disciple when he went down the mountain for training. There must be some misunderstanding.” Daoist Changmi said, his expression composed and his breath held.

"Misunderstanding?" Song Ce simply channeled his spiritual power into the Shadow Locking Pearl. At that moment, the shocking scene inside the Shadow Locking Pearl was clearly reflected: On the night a woman was giving birth, Daoist Changmi, with a mocking smile, swiftly and decisively killed the woman with a single sword strike. Not content with that, he also shattered the woman's soul along with her.

Daoist Changmi's expression changed drastically. "This photograph must have been forged in an attempt to frame me!"

"Is that so?" Song Ce teleported to Changmi Daoist's side, his eyelashes lowered, and he gently placed his palm on Changmi Daoist's head, his tone quite gentle: "When you harmed my master and mistress, did you ever think that this day would come?"

Song Ce suddenly activated his spiritual power, causing the surrounding temperature to rise sharply. Just moments before, Daoist Changmi had the strength to argue, but now his body was engulfed in a raging fire of soul power. Although there was no visible abnormality on his body, everyone present knew the extent of the pain that Daoist Changmi's soul was enduring.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous in my Baiyun Sect!" With a furious shout, a powerful surge of spiritual energy came from the depths of Baiyun Mountain. Immediately afterwards, Yun Songzi, the former sect master of Baiyun Sect, transformed into a dark green stream of light and flashed towards the direction of Deyi Peak.

"Fine! Fine! It's...it's the Ancestor!" Daoist Changmi gritted his teeth. "If you're willing to stop now, I'll have the Ancestor spare you...Ugh...Ah! It hurts! It hurts! You...rat...stop now!"

As soon as Yun Songzi appeared, he looked up at Qing Sui, the sect leader of Baiyun Sect. He stepped forward slowly and asked calmly, "Qing Sui, how did you come to take over the position of sect leader? Now that a junior has attacked my Baiyun Sect, you stand by and watch. What is the reason for this? Today, you must give me an explanation."

"Ancestor, this matter is quite complicated, I can't..." Before Qing Sui could finish speaking, Daoist Changmi hurriedly interrupted him, wailing, "Ancestor, you've finally arrived! If you had been any later, Xiao Qi would have been killed and his soul destroyed by this little beast!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Songzi gave a light snort, then waved his sleeve, and a gentle yet powerful spiritual force struck Changmi Daoist's body. However, as soon as the spiritual force entered, Changmi Daoist's soul cried out, "Ancestor, it hurts! It hurts! Please stop!"

"Young fellow Daoist, you have gone too far today."

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Author's Note: It seems I haven't reached 3000 words today! No worries, I'll make up for it this afternoon, haha. I watched *Investiture of the Gods* yesterday, and afterwards I didn't have many ideas and didn't write much. Today I'll continue watching *Nezha*. Thank you all for your support, my little angels! ~heart~ [starry eyes]

P.S.: I've added the missing 500 words! The pink flowers won't stop today, so happy! [cheering emojis]

[Crying][Crying] Is it because of the words "Old Sect Master"? I changed it to "Ancestor" (kneels obediently)