Zhao Tianba knew that if things continued this way, he would eventually lose; while he still had the strength to resist, he quickly used his inner strength to send a message, calling for the Qingcheng Sect Elder stationed at the Zhao Family to come out and deal with the situation.

The Qingcheng Sect Elder, who was cultivating in seclusion, received his message and immediately came out.

He floated in the air, looking at the enraged Mu Family Head, and scolded, "Stop!"

Although it was only a simple two-word command, it contained incredibly strong inner strength, and as a result, Mu Lingtian was quickly suppressed.

"Damn it! Are you forcing me to call out the Wudang Sect Elder stationed at our Mu Family?" Mu Lingtian asked furiously.

True Masters were indeed formidable, but his Mu Family also had a True Master, and one stronger than the Zhao Family's, so he was not afraid.

"Can't we just talk about it? Why must we resort to violence?" The Qingcheng Sect Elder lowered his stance to negotiate with Mu Lingtian.

Clearly, he was somewhat afraid of the Wudang Sect Elder of the Mu Family.

Although both the Qingcheng Sect and the Wudang Sect were among the eight great super Sects, there were still some gaps in strength between them.

The Wudang Sect's Martial Arts were more formidable than those of the Qingcheng Sect, and their Sect's foundation was better. If a real fight broke out, the Qingcheng Sect would definitely not be a match for the Wudang Sect. However, even so, the Qingcheng Sect would make the Wudang Sect suffer heavy losses and reduce them to a lesser Sect, or even have them swallowed by other super Sects.

Therefore, it wasn't suitable for super Sects to make enemies of each other, as it would benefit no one.

"There's nothing to talk about. Today, I must seek justice for my son!" Mu Lingtian replied with a powerful retort, unwilling to compromise.

And at this moment, Zhao Tianba imitated him: "I also want to seek justice for my son!"

"Whose fault is it in the end?" asked the Qingcheng Sect Elder.

To resolve the feud between the two great families, it was necessary to clear up their conflict first and then come up with a better solution.

Mu Lingtian and Zhao Tianba both explained the whole story clearly to the Qingcheng Sect Elder, letting him weigh the evidence to see who was at fault.

After listening to both of their accounts, the Qingcheng Sect Elder pondered for a moment and then responded, "Your Mu Family struck first and injured someone, so you are indeed in the wrong. Our Zhao Family's severe injury was also wrong. All in all, our Zhao Family owes your son treatment, and as long as the poison is cured, we don't owe anything to your Mu Family."

"I don't need treatment now. All I want now is a punishment for that scoundrel, to teach him a lesson and prevent him from damaging the relationship between our two great families," Mu Lingtian replied.

His son now had Lin Yifan's aid, so he didn't need an Alchemist to treat him; he just wanted to get justice for his son and nothing else.

As the Mu Family Head insisted, the Qingcheng Sect Elder had no choice but to have Zhao Tianba punish Zhao Hong.

This was much easier than calling for an Alchemist to cure the poison.

"Zhao Tianba, punish your excessively unruly son. He has indeed gone too far this time!"

Offending ordinary people was still manageable, but offending members of a great family certainly required some compensation.

Zhao Tianba dared not retort, as their entire Zhao Family was under the command of the Qingcheng Sect; now that the Qingcheng Sect ordered them to punish themselves, they could only do so.

Although somewhat unwilling, the fact was that his side had overstepped, so he had to pinch his nose and swallow this stinky durian down.

Even the stationed Elder didn't stand on his side. It seemed that today was destined to be a tragic day for him.

Zhao Hong sighed, feeling deep regret for his reckless actions that morning.

Being crippled was one thing, but now he was going to be punished by his own father, which was the ultimate misfortune.

The next moment, Zhao Tianba went over to Zhao Hong, grabbed his right hand, and said with heavy guilt, "Son! I'm sorry! Forgive your father's helplessness!"

Upon saying this, he exerted force and directly twisted the bones of Zhao Hong's right hand, breaking them.

"Smack!"

"Ahhhh!!"

A clear and horrifying sound resonated, sending shivers down one's spine, followed by a wail of agony that pierced the fragile human heart, stirring involuntary sympathy and discomfort.

Zhao Hong's heart-wrenching scream made it seem as if he truly was in mortal pain.

The sensation was akin to the morning his Dantian was destroyed, the same agonizing, heart-piercing bone penetration.

Seeing Zhao Hong's contorted face, teeth gritted, forehead veins throbbing, Mu Lingtian felt a sense of relief.

It goes without saying that the pain must have been excruciating, especially for Zhao Hong who had become an ordinary person, it was even more unbearable.

After three seconds, Zhao Tianba immediately set Zhao Hong's hand right and then ordered his men to carefully support and take Zhao Hong down for proper care.

To be honest, although the blows landed on Zhao Hong, the pain was in his heart. When he struck the blows, his heart truly ached unbearably.

Zhao Hong was the son he was particularly fond of, and now he had personally punished this son, one can only imagine how much his heart hurt.

After his heartache, he turned to Mu Lingtian and said, "Are you satisfied now?"

"This is the price he ought to pay," responded Mu Lingtian.

Then with a cold snort, he led the Mu Family clansmen away.

Watching that retreating figure, Zhao Tianba felt a mix of hate and anger, yet also felt helpless.

He couldn't beat them, and his backing wasn't as strong as theirs; he could only endure the beating.

This was the most suffocating day for him, starting with his inability to avenge the debilitating of his son's Dantian, to his inability to refuse the extortion for his son, and now his son being punished severely by someone coming to their door, against which he dared not resist, he felt both helplessness and suffocation.

"Damn it! One day, I, Zhao, will avenge these grievances one by one!"

Zhao Tianba raged inwardly, filled with indignation.

As the Mu Family entourage departed, only the Zhao Family members were left in the courtyard.

Seeing Zhao Tianba's face red with frustration, an Elder from the Qingcheng Sect consoled, "Don't be angry. I'll help you heal your son's arm injury shortly."

With powerful cultivation power at hand, healing bone injuries was an easy task, which was also why he chose to punish Zhao Hong to keep the peace.

Instead of expending resources to find an Alchemist to treat the young Mu Family lord, it was better to let Zhao Hong suffer a bit.

This suffering could be swiftly healed, so it wasn't considered much suffering at all.

"Then I must trouble the Elder for his spell casting," Zhao Tianba responded politely.

With the Elder's words, he felt a bit more at ease.

Indeed, the reason he did not choose to beat or punish Zhao Hong by other means, but instead chose to break Zhao Hong's arm as punishment, was to resolve the matter quickly and put a swift end to it.

The Zhao Family returned to their house and watched as the Qingcheng Sect Elder cast spells to treat Zhao Hong's broken arm and the internal injuries.

Under the powerful healing of cultivation power, Zhao Hong's broken bones quickly mended, and his internal injuries were also slowly healing.

Throughout the process, Zhao Hong only felt the pain inside him rapidly disappearing, incredibly refreshing.

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