[The two underlings spent half a day clearing away the rubble and soil before digging Zhao Yuan out of the ground. This guy is pretty tough; his sternum is shattered and his internal organs are all damaged, but he's still breathing. With a Grandmaster's vitality, he should be fully recovered in two years.]

[“Hehehe.” You hear one of your underlings chuckle, rubbing his hands together: “Boss, what’s his plan this time?”]

"A Grandmaster...a Grandmaster cannot...be humiliated!" Hearing the voice that had brought him immense shame six years ago, Zhao Yuan, still unconscious, forced open his eyes, uttered a few words, and then fainted again.

"You four can play with it," you said, waving your hand.

[For your little brother's safety, you broke Zhao Yuan's limbs again, and reminded him: "Be careful of the Grandmaster's mental intimidation...emmmm, remember to drug him until he's unconscious before you play, use fifty times the dose."]

"Boss, he won't die halfway through, will he?" the gay henchman asked worriedly, looking at the wounds on Zhao Yuan's body that were enough to kill an ordinary person several times over.

"Go all out, Grandmasters are tough as nails!" you said nonchalantly.

"Haha, that's good. Hehe, my old darling, it's been six years, and you've become even more charming..."

Zhao Yuan has once again fallen into a hell called ultimate humiliation; it remains to be seen whether this will make him stronger.

You have a vague feeling that you've forgotten something important, but if you can forget it, it probably isn't that important.

[You and your gang are discussing future development in the martial arts arena when you suddenly slap your thigh and declare: "I want to establish the Qinghe Sect and recruit disciples from all over the world!"]

[The Left Protector of Boiling Things raised his hand and asked, "Then, Master, what is the supreme martial art of our Qinghe Sect?"]

You paused for a moment, somewhat uncertain: "Our Second Leader, the Right Protector's Water Dragon Technique?"

Everyone: "..."

Who would join a sect just for a common, low-quality martial arts manual?!

You can't help but wonder, the founders of those sects all seem to be exceptionally talented, masters capable of creating their own martial arts techniques. Does someone like you, a monster lacking creativity, only have the ability to rely on others' martial arts? Are you unworthy of establishing a sect yourself?

"Uh... what else?"

Yun Shou scratched his head.