Fei Yiming, completely covered in bird droppings, had the sudden urge to die. Are you here to humiliate me? I'm clearly Fei Yiming, not Zhang Bin! Are you blind? He was too ashamed to be seen and couldn't utter a single word.

In his prime, he was a grand Initial-Level Golden Core Master, a renowned powerhouse who had roamed the world for many years. But today, he had been inexplicably subdued by Zhang Bin. Not only had his Flying Sword and Space Ring been taken, but he was also left hanging from a tree. What infuriated him even more was that even the birds were bullying him by defecating all over him. And now, to top it all off, members of the Special Action Team had arrived to ridicule him. In the past, he had always been a superior being in the presence of the Special Action Team, holding his chin up at a proud sixty-degree angle.

Tan Yonghao continued to speak with righteous indignation, "Fei Yiming, you despicable bastard! It's one thing to confiscate Zhang Bin's Flying Sword, Space Ring, and Spiritual Medicine, but did you have to hang him from a tree as well?"

"Fei Yiming has always been arrogant, taking things too far. He's bound to get what's coming to him one day..."

"Fei Yiming is just a big asshole! Daring to treat Zhang Bin like this, I can't stand it..."

The other two members of the Special Action Team also cursed vehemently, drenching the man they believed to be Zhang Bin in a torrent of abuse.

Fei Yiming was about to die from sheer rage. It was Zhang Bin who had taken his Flying Sword and Space Ring! The ring contained several stalks of Spiritual Medicine he'd just won at the Hero Auction, worth nearly ten billion USD, all of which now belonged to Zhang Bin. And now these ants dare to curse me under such a transparent pretense? How can they be so bold?

He desperately wanted to shout and reveal his identity. However, his entire body was covered in bird droppings, which also sealed his mouth shut. To speak would be to eat them, and their taste was so horrific he dared not attempt it. So, he could only keep his mouth and eyes clamped shut, forced to listen as the three members of the Special Ability Group cursed up a storm, vilifying eighteen generations of his ancestors.

Many villagers heard and saw what was happening, including Father Zhang, Mother Zhang, and Zhang Lele. They could barely contain their amusement, covering their mouths to stifle their laughter. None of them, however, said a word to correct the misunderstanding.

The three members of the Special Action Team actually wanted to rescue "Zhang Bin" right away, but the bird droppings smelled too foul for them to approach. Moreover, the chains were forged from steel, making them difficult to sever. That's why they spent so long cursing. They were truly furious. This was excessive, far too excessive. Killing a man is one thing, but to humiliate him like this was just plain wrong.

Finally, having exhausted their curses, Tan Yonghao fetched a towel from the car. He walked over and began to wipe the bird droppings from Fei Yiming's face, worried that "Zhang Bin" might suffocate. As he wiped, he continued to curse Fei Yiming's eighteen generations of ancestors, making Fei Yiming so angry his lungs felt like they would explode.

The moment the droppings sealing his mouth were wiped away, he shouted furiously, "Shut your mouths!"

Tan Yonghao froze. The other two cursing team members also stopped dead. The voice was wrong; it wasn't Zhang Bin's voice. It sounded like... Fei Yiming's voice.

Since it had already gotten dark, they still couldn't see the man's face clearly. One of the team members, being quick-witted, immediately grabbed a flashlight from the car and shone it on Fei Yiming's face.

It was an old, wrinkled face. Of course, the wrinkles were mostly filled in by the yellowish-white bird droppings, which ironically made him look a bit younger. Even so, they could tell this person was definitely not Zhang Bin. It looked like... it looked like Fei Yiming!

"Y-You are... Senior Fei Yiming?" Tan Yonghao stammered, his face a mask of disbelief.

The other two team members' eyes went wide as saucers. They backed away slowly, their faces etched with terror. They had just been vehemently insulting Fei Yiming. What are we going to do now?

"Are you blind? Am I not Fei Yiming? The nerve of you, daring to humiliate me like this!" Fei Yiming was incandescent with rage. If his Cultivation Level hadn't been sealed by Zhang Bin using a Secret Technique, he would have already sent these three bastards flying with a few slaps.

"B-But how can you be Senior Fei Yiming?" Fear crept onto Tan Yonghao's face as he continued to back away.

Of course, this fear was mixed with even greater confusion. Fei Yiming was a super master at the Initial Stage of Golden Core, powerful beyond belief. The last time, Fei Yiming had punished Zhang Bin on behalf of the Daoyi Sect, and Zhang Bin hadn't resisted at all. He had simply watched as the master took his treasures. So what was different this time? Why was Fei Yiming hanging from a tree?

Could it be? Did the elders of Zhang Bin's sect—the Taiqing Sect—make a move? Did they capture Fei Yiming alive, hang him here, and cover him in bird droppings?

"What the hell? What kind of novel punishment is this?" Tan Yonghao cried out in surprise.

Hearing this, Fei Yiming wished he could die of embarrassment and didn't know how to respond. In truth, he was still in a daze, unable to comprehend how Zhang Bin had subdued him. It seemed Zhang Bin hadn't even made a move. Yet, a terrifying, mountain-like force had pressed down on both him and his Flying Sword, causing the sword to fall and rendering him immobile.

Rendered speechless with frustration, he could only snap angrily, "You bunch of idiots! Hurry up and report this to the Daoyi Sect! Tell them to bring a ransom to get me back!"

This single sentence revealed Fei Yiming's cunning. Though short, it was packed with information. First, Zhang Bin had resisted the Daoyi Sect's punishment instead of accepting it. Second, the fact that a master at the Initial Stage of Golden Core like Fei Yiming had been captured and hung from a tree proved that the Taiqing Sect was incredibly powerful. Third, the Taiqing Sect wasn't finished; they were holding him hostage and demanding a ransom from the Daoyi Sect.

This was a heaven-defying turn of events—unbelievable and utterly shocking. A minor sect with virtually no reputation was daring to challenge the authority of the Daoyi Sect. This was tantamount to challenging all the True Cultivation Sects in China. How absurdly preposterous could it get?

However, Tan Yonghao and his two team members couldn't laugh. The reality of the situation was laid out before them, leaving no room for disbelief.

This is a huge problem! Zhang Bin, have you gone completely insane? Tan Yonghao screamed internally, terrified. The other two team members were already scared witless, their faces deathly pale.

Tan Yonghao forced himself to calm down, turned, and shouted, "Zhang Bin! Zhang Bin, I'm Tan Yonghao! Come out, I need to speak with you!"

"My brother is working overtime at the company," Zhang Lele said coolly.

"Take me to him quickly! Something big has happened!" Tan Yonghao urged anxiously.

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