For a recognized orthodox path like the Vast Dao Sect, internal conflict among disciples, or even private fights, was openly prohibited.
In contrast, the Sunset Sect’s unwritten rules seemed more like Gu raising; only those who truly survived could gain the sect’s respect.
Both methods had their pros and cons.
But at this moment, Xu Lin felt he preferred the Sunset Sect’s rogue methods.
As Xu Lin was about to walk up to him, Liu Mo panicked. It was clear that the person before him was at a realm far above his own.
“My father is an Elder of the sect. If you dare lay a hand on me again, he will never forgive you!”
“Oh?”
Xu Lin remained unmoved. He raised his hand and picked up the Sect Leader Token.
Liu Mo was about to get a closer look when Xu Lin threw a punch straight at his face—a Face-Breaking Fist—knocking him down again.
This punch was pure strength and physical force, without any Spiritual Energy driving it.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Xu Lin leaned down and continued punching, muttering under his breath.
“Your father? You don’t even know which stray dog from the roadside he is, and you dare to bark at me like that!”
“That old freak tormenting me is one thing, but a stray dog like you dares to step on my face!”
Xi Ranchen was at the Life and Death Realm; he couldn’t do anything about her, and she had even placed a restriction on him.
Xu Lin was already full of pent-up rage with no outlet, and now this stray dog dared to walk all over him.
“You like running your foul mouth at me, huh? Do you?!”
Xu Lin no longer held back. Anger gradually surfaced on his face.
Without him even noticing, the Demonic Aura he had recently refined and taken for himself seeped out from his body, some even lurking into his meridians.
This Demonic Aura was unlike Jiang Luo’s or Yang Yao’s, which lingered around them when they cycled their techniques. It clung like thin smoke to his clothes hem, temples, and other places, quietly disturbing his mind.
The Demonic Aura didn’t control his movements, nor did it control Xu Lin; it merely amplified the irritability and gloom accumulated in his heart.
From Liu Mo’s perspective, he would notice Xu Lin’s brows unconsciously furrowing, a surge of malevolence in his eyes, adding a hint of elusive sinister charm.
“You like running your mouth!”
“I’ll show you today what it means: the purest foul-mouthedness, the ultimate pleasure!”
“Believe me or not, I’ll directly recruit new heroes on your production base!”
“Son of a bitch!”
“And your father—if he dares to come now, I’ll pop his hemorrhoids!”
“…”
Xu Lin rambled on with a long string of words. The others standing nearby only half understood, but they knew it wasn’t anything nice, and he was seething with anger.
Only after most of the heat and fury in his body had dissipated did Xu Lin stop. He let out a long, heavy breath. In an instant, the Demonic Aura vanished, as if it had never existed.
He rolled his neck left and right, feeling immensely relieved.
Looking at Liu Mo again, his face was a patchwork of black and blue, completely unrecognizable.
Xu Lin stood up and shot a sidelong glance at Xu Xing beside him. “What, you want a turn too? I believe in gender equality—I treat everyone the same.”
Xu Xing, who had witnessed everything, was trembling. She didn’t dare answer, and when she met Xu Lin’s gaze, she collapsed onto the ground.
After finishing that series of actions, Xu Lin turned around. When he looked up, he saw that the Elixir Hall Elder, Jiang Luo, and the disciple carrying items were all dumbfounded.
“Ahem, ahem, ahem.” Xu Lin coughed a few times, feigning embarrassment. “I got a bit carried away just now. Excuse my rudeness. Please don’t take offense.”
Xu Lin walked over, casually opened a box, and took out a Spirit Plant exuding a rich Spiritual Aura. He tossed it toward Liu Mo, who was lying on the ground, possibly unconscious.
“Don’t say later that I was just bullying you for nothing.”
After all, this was the Sunset Sect’s property, not his. Giving one away for free didn’t matter.
Only the old man from the Elixir Hall wore a pained expression.
This kid had been looting the place since he entered. If it weren’t for the Sect Leader Token in his hand, he would have suspected that Xu Lin had come to rob the place.
And now, like tossing away a piece of cabbage, he simply threw a valuable Spirit Plant to the other party.
But then he thought about the realm Xu Lin had briefly displayed just now—Liu Mo, a first-level True Mystery Realm, was like a little chick in front of him.
He felt that his suspicion might be true.
This kid was very likely the Saint that the Sect Master had recently appointed.
Of all people to provoke, he had to provoke the Saint.
He couldn’t help but silently sigh for Liu Mo. Not to mention Liu Mo—even if Liu Mo’s father came, it probably wouldn’t make a difference.
Besides, he had even given a Spirit Plant. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t really bullying.
One could even say Liu Mo got candy after a slap.
Xu Lin looked at Jiang Luo. Jiang Luo had been staring at him with wide eyes the entire time, forgetting to blink.
“What are you still staring at? We’re leaving.” Xu Lin reminded her.
“Oh, oh, oh.” Jiang Luo quickly snapped back to reality.
“By the way, do you have a Storage Pouch? Help me pack those things up.”
When I left the Vast Dao Sect, I wanted to be a true mortal and break away from the storyline, but I still brought some necessary items.
The problem is that when Xi Ranchen dragged me here, she didn’t give me a chance to explain, and my belongings were left in my secluded cabin.
“Yes… yes, yes!”
Jiang Luo nodded like a pecking bird. She touched her waist, took out a Storage Pouch, and immediately opened it.
Xu Lin didn’t dawdle either. With a casual sweep of his hand, he guided the items in the disciple’s hands into the pouch.
This was exactly why he had brought Jiang Luo today—aside from guiding the way, she was also here to help him pack.
Although not everything he took was for himself—most was to help Yang Yao remove the Remnant Poison—still, having taken things, Xu Lin politely addressed the Elixir Hall Elder. “I’ve disturbed you today. I still have matters to attend to. Please excuse me.”
“You’re welcome. Please.” The old man returned the courtesy.
This kid holds the Sect Leader Token, which can be understood as acting on behalf of the Sect Master. Naturally, he couldn’t say much.
After Xu Lin and Jiang Luo left, the old man glanced at Liu Mo still lying there, and Xu Xing, who hadn’t recovered from her terror. He sighed helplessly.
It was the same as before—never mind whether Xu Lin was the Saint or not. Provoking someone holding the Sect Leader Token? That was insane just thinking about it.
Even he, as an Elder, had to be deferential. As Xu Lin said, just who did Liu Mo think he was?
If it were reported, never mind that Liu Mo’s father was also an Elder—once the Sect Master found out, who knew if he would get angry and take care of both Liu Mo and his father?
“Elder, what should we do with them?” The disciple behind him asked cautiously.
“Find some people to carry them away.” The old man continued, “If others see this, they’ll think the Elixir Hall has suddenly become so heavy-handed.”
Before, there were those who overestimated themselves and tried to take things by force—they were beaten out, given a minor punishment to teach them a lesson, but at least they could walk back.
But now? Forget walking back—they’ll have to lie here for days.
And this was without Xu Lin using Spiritual Energy. If he had, Liu Mo would probably be dead by now.
Even so, with that Spirit Plant, it wasn’t a big problem.
The old man shook his head, unsure for a moment whether Xu Lin was truly ruthless or had been holding back.