Nine Dragons Saint Ancestor

Enraged and feeling humiliated, Yin Huan stopped contemplating the so-called ”100,000 points”, as he was completely provoked now, his finger pointing at Yun Xiao trembling slightly.

”Elder Brother Yin Huan, how could you say I’m playing you? Are you saying that just because you blabber, I should do nothing and obediently give you 100,000 points?”

Yun Xiao’s face showed disbelief as if hearing a ridiculous joke, Dialogue like this made Steward Shi Ping shake his head slightly, thinking that if it’s a battle of wits, Yin Huan truly had no chance of winning.

”Steward Shi, what are you waiting for? Why not quickly seize that beast that stole from the Mysterious Artifact Hall?”

By this time, Yin Huan’s last thread of patience had finally snapped. With a loud shout, he stood still, seemingly unsure of his ability to defeat Yun Xiao.

”Enough, I acted according to the rules anyway. Even if the Sect Leader blames me, I have my reasons!”

Originally, Shi Ping was slightly hesitant, but thinking of Fu Du’s temperament, he dared not defy Yin Huan’s orders. However, his moment of hesitation had already greatly displeased Yin Huan.

”Steward Shi Ping, just make your move. With my master here, I trust the Sect Leader would not punish you too harshly!”

It appeared that Yun Xiao’s provocations had completely clouded Yin Huan’s judgment, to the point where he even disregarded the Sect Leader. Perhaps Fu Du had instilled some delusions in them, making them loyal only to the Poison Vein faction and oblivious of the Jade Pot Sect Leader.

”Tsks, Yin Huan, you’ve just broken through to the Late Stage of Meridian Rushing Realm, and now you disregard the Sect Leader as well?”

However, as soon as Yin Huan finished speaking and Shi Ping was enveloped by a dense aura of Meridian Qi, a slightly mocking voice suddenly came from somewhere, turning everyone’s gaze towards the source of the sound.

At this sight, Shi Ping gasped in shock, and Yin Huan’s face went from pale to white, even showing a hint of indescribable fear.

The one who had spoken was a young girl in black, with a chilly expression and a frosty tone—who else could it be but Mo Qing, the top genius of the Medical Pulse faction?

Had it been only Mo Qing alone, Yin Huan might not have cared much, as Shi Ping, a Mid Stage Meridian Union steward from the Poison Vein faction, was there. Mo Qing, being at the Early Stage of Meridian Union, couldn’t stir up much trouble.

But the large group following Mo Qing was truly formidable; from Sect Leader Yu Shu downwards, Great Elder Lu Zhan, Second Elder Fu Du, Third Elder Mo Li - all were present except for the fourth elder Li Shan. Astoundingly, six of the top Jade Pot Sect elders had all arrived.

Only Lu Zhan and Su He seemed to find joy in the disaster, while the expressions of Fu Du and Mo Li grew dark, especially Fu Du. He had always been most fond of his junior disciple Yin Huan, yet couldn’t believe the youngster had caused such a mess today.

If Sect Leader Yu Shu had not been there, it might have been negligible, but Yin Huan’s words of disregard for the Sect Leader had been loud and clear, echoing and lingering impressively as if reverberating in the beams, hard to dissipate.

Since advancing to an Intermediate Spiritual Rank Meridian Refining Master and refining the Three-legged Ice Crystal Toad as his Meridian Spirit, Fu Du had indeed contemplated replacing Yu Shu.

However, after several encounters, Fu Du realized he was still far inferior to Yu Shu, in both Meridian Qi Cultivation and Meridian Refining Technique.

Thus, Fu Du kept these thoughts deep inside, but unexpectedly, Yin Huan, in such a public setting, subtly exposed his thoughts, how could he not be furious?

Fu Du was unaware of the events happening there, nor knew about the loss of treasures in the Mysterious Artifact Hall. Such matters, Shi Ping wouldn’t dare to report directly, at most he would privately compensate by paying some points.

Hence, after Mo Qing’s meaningful mocking words, Fu Du quickly glanced at the slightly troubled Sect Leader, not daring to delay.

Swoosh...

Slap!

First came the sound of slicing air, followed instantly by a crisp slap resonating across the Inner Sect Plaza. In the next moment, everyone clearly saw Yin Huan’s left cheek swell up at a visible rate, his face full of disbelief.

”Master, you... how could you...”