In the courtyard, the golden bricks and jade tiles have lost some of their luster.
Dong Qixian, dressed in black, seemed a little lost in thought. He asked in a low voice, "What did you just say, senior?"
Standing in front of the gate, Wu Er tilted his head back, ignoring the magnificent decorations around him, and looked up at the sky.
Wu Er looked at Yun and said, "This is the most annoying thing. Even though I heard it clearly, I always have to ask it again."
After saying this, Wu Er shifted his gaze to Dong Qixian and then said, word by word, "I came here to beat someone up."
Dong Qixian swallowed hard. Although he knew in his heart who was about to be beaten, he still pretended to be stupid and said, "Who does senior want to beat? I am willing to serve!"
"As expected." Wu Er shook his head and said, "He clearly knows it in his heart, but he just likes to pretend to be stupid."
That's what they say, but playing dumb is still the best option, since every little bit of time can buy us some time.
Dong Qixian's expression changed, and he suddenly looked up at the sky and shouted, "Ancestor, save me! Ancestor, save me!"
The sound was quite loud and accompanied by cultivation, so it carried far. With Dong Zongshu's perception, it was impossible for him not to hear it.
But Dong Qixian's two calls received no response whatsoever.
It was obvious that the old scoundrel knew that a little something wouldn't be enough to satisfy Wu Er, so he tacitly agreed to Wu Er's plan to beat Dong Qixian.
Dong Qixian seemed to have guessed something, but was reluctant to believe it, so he shouted a few more times.
Wu Er didn't rush to make a move; he just watched from the sidelines.
"Save me! Ancestor, save me! Save me! Save me!"
He shouted and shouted again, but no matter how loudly he shouted, no one paid any attention to Dong Qixian, not even his fellow disciples around him.
It seems this person doesn't have many good interpersonal relationships. The reason he's gotten this far is probably because he's a descendant of an immortal.
However, the identity of being a descendant of immortals is not very useful today.
Dong Qixian's voice grew softer and softer until he finally stopped shouting.
Seeing that the shouting had stopped, Wu Er said, "Have you howled enough? Then I'll start hitting people."
Upon hearing this, Dong Qixian immediately stepped back and said, "Senior, let's talk this out. I'll give you all my possessions. Please, senior, have mercy and let me go!"
All his possessions? Wu Er had no interest in those things.
So he said, "You can't escape this beating. Don't worry, you won't die under my thumb."
After saying this, Wu Er looked up at the sky and said, "Didn't you say I wouldn't hit people for no reason? Let me tell you, times have changed. I'll take my anger out on people now."
These words were meant for Dong Zongshu's ears. He thought that the old scoundrel always thought Wu Er was weak and wouldn't beat people randomly, but this time he was being slapped in the face.
Not to mention, using the descendants of this old scoundrel to slap the old scoundrel in the face is truly refreshing.
Dong Qixian continued to beg for mercy, and even began to empty his possessions. He took out one storage bag after another and poured out a lot of magical treasures and spirit stones on the ground.
There was a pile of things spread out on the ground in an unusual way; if you didn't know better, you would think it was a street stall.
Wu Er twitched his lips. He had underestimated how rich Dong Qixian was. Although Wu Er still didn't care about these things, there were just too many of them, making it hard to look at.
Although Wu Er also possesses many magical treasures and spirit stones, those are actually public resources of Pengshan Sect, which are hidden vaults that are not usually used.
But Dong Qixian's personal wealth is almost one-tenth of the resources hidden in Pengshanmen's treasury. I wonder how he plans to spend all this money.
Looking at the mountain of treasures, Wu Er asked, "How many years will it take you to use all of this?"
Dong Qixian said in a panic, "I can't use it all, I can't use it all, anyway, it's all extra, I'll give it all to you, senior."
Wu Er sighed and said, "Fine, that's the way you Chaoran Sect operates, but seeing you hogging so many resources and not using them makes me want to beat you up even more."
There were many magical treasures everywhere. Dong Qixian said in a panic, "Senior, they're all here. You can have them all. How about you let me go?"
With such a cowardly tone and attitude, I wonder what President Dong would think.
Wu Er didn't even glance at the pile of magical treasures, and said, "You've got some backbone, haven't you? I'll only inflict superficial wounds, not damage your cultivation or bones."
Although no one actually died, Dong Qixian didn't believe it.
If someone bursts into your house with a fierce look on their face and says they don't kill people, would you believe them?
And even if you really believe they won't kill someone, who would actually let themselves be beaten up? What it feels like to be beaten up is something only the person experiencing the pain knows!
Seeing that Wu Er was determined to beat him up, Dong Qixian turned to run away, but before he could even take a step, his intentions were seen through.
"Still trying to run?"
Wu Er moved with lightning speed, appearing behind Dong Qixian in the blink of an eye and pinning him down.
Dong Qixian turned around and said, "Senior, I..."
Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, Wu Er interrupted him, saying, "No amount of nonsense will help."
There's been too much nonsense; my patience is wearing thin.
Wu Er immediately punched Dong Qixian. The punch wasn't heavy, but it would definitely hurt because it hit his soft lower abdomen.
Dong Qixian was sent flying and crashed into a rockery in his courtyard.
The cultivator's body is indeed tough. After the artificial mountain collided with Dong Qixian, it immediately shattered into several pieces, while Dong Qixian, apart from spitting out a mouthful of sour water, showed no other abnormalities.
Wu Er looked at Dong Qixian and said provocatively, "Get up. Your ancestor said he would let me vent my anger on you, so why don't you get up?"
That statement isn't entirely accurate. Although President Dong tacitly approved of it, he didn't say it directly. Wu Er has misrepresented the facts this time.
Wu Er did this intentionally, which is to sow discord between Dong Zongshu and Dong Qixian, and it seems that the chances of success are very high.
Who told that old scoundrel to disregard even his own descendants for the sake of profit? He's made his descendants disheartened; it's truly laughable.
If a few more people are sown discord, then the Transcendent Sect will surely fall, right?
If the Chaoran Sect were to disappear, Dong Zongshu would surely feel the pain and would end up being betrayed and abandoned by everyone.
Perhaps this is what they call killing someone by destroying their spirit?
This trick was learned by Wu Er and Fang Tianzhi. If you want to kill someone, you must first drive them crazy. When they are disheartened, that is the best time to kill them!
Of course, although Fang Tianzhi was very good at this, he must have been tormented by it. Xiao Mingmu had never been taught, yet he knew the principle of killing someone by destroying their spirit. So Fang Tianzhi was in despair.
Wu Er walked over to Dong Qixian, then pulled him up by his clothes, saying, "This isn't our fault, you just have a good ancestor."
Although Dong Qixian was in so much pain that he couldn't move, he was still conscious. His temperamental nature made him resentful after hearing Wu Er's words.
He resented why his ancestor hadn't intervened. The more he thought about it...
Dong Qixian's expression became increasingly pained.
The seeds of hatred have been sown, and Wu Er has achieved his goal. Now, all that's left is to beat people up…
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