“Presumptuous!” Xiayang Sanren bellowed.
Zhang Ergou raised his iron spear high, preparing to throw it.
“Martial Uncle, if you wish to take him away, you may. But it remains to be seen if you and Li Qiang can evade my iron spear!”
As he spoke, Zhang Ergou channeled all his spiritual energy into his hands.
He had decided to go all out. Since he had already fallen out with Xiayang Sanren, even if he couldn't kill Li Qiang, he would at least leave a lasting impression.
An eerie silence fell upon the scene, as if everyone had forgotten to breathe.
“Zhang Ergou, good, very good!” Xiayang Sanren tightened his grip on Li Qiang’s neck.
“Zhang Ergou, do you know the consequences your actions today will bring?” Xiayang Sanren threatened, his voice chilling and his face ashen.
“I don’t care about any consequences. I don’t give a damn. I only want Li Qiang to pay the price he deserves.”
“If you intend to kill my disciple, then first take this palm strike from me!” Xiayang Sanren’s killing intent flared, and he glared at Zhang Ergou with a grim expression.
Zhang Ergou tensed, bracing himself for the palm strike that Xiayang Sanren was about to deliver.
At this moment, a ethereal voice drifted from afar, “Xiayang, since when has it been your place to discipline my disciple, Chunyang?”
As the voice faded, Chunyang Sanren’s figure descended onto the training ground, landing in front of Zhang Ergou.
With a darkened expression, Xiayang Sanren turned to Chunyang Sanren and stated coldly, “Martial Brother Chunyang, it was your disciple Zhang Ergou who first harmed my disciple, Li Qiang.”
“Are you suggesting I should stand by and watch my own disciple be murdered? Is this the kind of disciple you, Chunyang, have taught?”
“Hahaha!” Chunyang Sanren burst into laughter. “If one’s skills are inferior, they must abide by the wager. This was an agreement they made beforehand. Where does the notion of Zhang Ergou harming your disciple come from?”
“Xiayang, has your cultivation for all these years been wasted on dogs? No wonder the disciples you teach are sore losers.”
Chunyang Sanren sneered at Xiayang Sanren.
“If you can’t accept defeat, you resort to trying to kill my disciple? Do you take me, Chunyang, for a fool?”
“You!” Xiayang Sanren was momentarily speechless.
He had been in the wrong from the start, attempting to rely on his own cultivation to snatch Li Qiang from Zhang Ergou.
He hadn’t expected Chunyang Sanren to appear at this crucial moment. The fault lay with his own incompetent disciple.
After a moment of thought, he realized he had no choice but to back down.
He could challenge Zhang Ergou only because he was in the Golden Core stage.
However, Chunyang Sanren was a formidable expert with one foot already in the Nascent Soul stage, his cultivation even higher than his own.
He had no choice but to concede today.
Moreover, he had invested considerable effort in cultivating Li Qiang into a master of the Foundation Establishment stage. It would be a shame if Zhang Ergou were to kill him.
Considering all this, Xiayang Sanren suppressed his anger and produced a storage ring from his sleeve, tossing it to Zhang Ergou.
“This storage ring serves as the wager for my disciple Li Qiang’s defeat. Zhang Ergou, do you still intend to pursue the original matter?”
The tossed storage ring carried a terrifying hidden force. Had Chunyang Sanren not intervened, it would have crippled Zhang Ergou’s arm.
“This disciple thanks you!” Zhang Ergou clasped his hands in a bow.
Since Chunyang Sanren had appeared, he could not press the matter further. This would prevent Chunyang Sanren from being put in a difficult position.
“Martial Brother, I shall take my leave!” With a cold glance at Zhang Ergou and a greeting to Chunyang Sanren, Xiayang Sanren, with Li Qiang in tow, floated away.
“Good lad, you did well. You haven’t shamed your master,” Chunyang Sanren said with a smile, looking at Zhang Ergou.
He became more and more fond of him the more he looked.
After today, the entire Misty Sect would know that his disciple, Chunyang Sanren, had defeated Li Qiang, a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator who was an entire major realm higher, with only early Qi Condensation strength.
The thought alone filled him with pride.
The duel concluded like this, a match that was initially thought to be without suspense.
But it turned out to be so thrilling. Zhang Ergou, with his early Qi Condensation cultivation, not only defeated the Foundation Establishment disciple of Xiayang Peak.
He also severely humiliated Xiayang Sanren, causing him to lose face in front of all the disciples.
This battle was destined to cement Zhang Ergou’s reputation within the Misty Sect and become a topic of conversation among the disciples.
“Senior Brother Li Qiang was almost speared to death by Zhang Ergou. It was incredibly perilous.”
“Martial Uncle Xiayang was so angry his face turned green. Did you see the murderous look in his eyes?”
“Haha, my judgment was correct. You’ve finally brought me honor, my boy.” Back at Chunyang Peak, Chunyang Sanren looked at Zhang Ergou with doting affection.
“Li Qiang lost?” In the other two peaks, similar scenes were unfolding. After hearing the reports from their disciples, Qiuyang Sanren and Dongyang Sanren’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Useless, all of you are useless! I’ve poured all my effort into cultivating you, and this is how you bring me honor?!”
On Xiayang Peak, Xiayang Sanren’s furious roar could already be heard throughout the entire mountain.
“You have all completely disgraced my name, Xiayang’s name.”
In the main hall, the disciples of Xiayang Peak knelt on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.
Meanwhile, after being praised by Chunyang Sanren, Zhang Ergou sat in meditation to recover from his injuries.
Approximately an hour later, through practicing the Heaven and Earth Chaotic Art, the dan fire in his dan sea not only refined his spiritual energy to be more pure.
It also healed Zhang Ergou’s injuries.
“Haha, I’ve struck it rich!” Taking out the storage ring given by Xiayang Sanren, Zhang Ergou began to examine its contents.
“Five hundred contribution points.” A jade token bore the inscription of five hundred. This jade token was also the hard currency of the Misty Sect.
It was used for trading items and was incredibly convenient.
He thought about how he only received five contribution points from the Misty Sect in a month, and now he had received five hundred. It was an immense fortune.
He put the jade token into his own storage ring and continued to examine the other items.
They were merely some low-grade elixirs and weapons.
Zhang Ergou couldn’t use these for the time being, but he decided to keep them, as they might be useful in the future. Su Dan Novel Network.
Putting away the storage ring, Zhang Ergou walked out of his room.
He found a large iron pot, set it up, and started a fire. Zhang Ergou took out the beast he had dragged back from the Monster Beast Forest earlier from his storage ring.
He stewed a large pot of it, and its aroma filled the air.
Even Chunyang Sanren, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the main hall, was drawn out.
Liu Cuilan also emerged from her house, her mouth watering, “Ergou, what kind of meat is this? Why is it so fragrant?”
She stared longingly at the rolling chunks of meat in the large iron pot, feeling as though she could not resist any longer.
“Kid, is this the harvest you brought back after disappearing for the past ten days or so?” Chunyang Sanren walked out of the hall and approached the iron pot.
“Hehe, Master, how does it taste? Is it fragrant?” Zhang Ergou chuckled, not stopping his hands as he sprinkled seasonings into the pot.
“I didn’t expect you to have this skill. Haha, how many years has it been since I’ve eaten meat? I’ll have some today to try!”
Chunyang Sanren laughed heartily, clearly in an excellent mood.