Chapter 359: Chapter 321: Second Senior Brother

"Wang Yong, are you really betraying the sect? Aren’t you afraid your master will execute you when he finds out?"

A middle-aged Daoist clutched his chest.

A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth.

His face pale, he stared at a Little Daoist before him.

And at the dozens of men in black surrounding him.

Behind the middle-aged Daoist, more than ten of his disciples lay on the ground, their conditions unknown.

The Little Daoist, Wang Yong, was in his early thirties.

A sinister sneer crossed his face.

"Second Martial Uncle, I imagine Master has Dragon Tiger Mountain completely under his control by now!"

"You don’t need to worry about what’s happening on the mountain anymore!"

"Actually, if you renounce the darkness for the light and surrender to us, I can even put in a good word for you with Master. You and he are from the same sect. He would be delighted to have you join us!"

"Dragon Tiger Mountain doesn’t belong to the Grand Master alone—it belongs to all the disciples!"

"Why should he be the one in control of Dragon Tiger Mountain for over a century? It’s time for the younger disciples to take over!"

"Second Martial Uncle, just give the word, and I’ll spare your life today. Otherwise..."

A cold, murderous glint flashed in Wang Yong’s eyes.

Sect brothers?

Legacy?

At this moment, none of that seemed to matter anymore.

They would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Especially after Second Martial Uncle heard that First Senior Brother had also turned traitor.

His heart sank.

At this moment, he tilted his head back and began to laugh.

The sound was particularly grating in the quiet night, and Wang Yong watched him, his brow tightly furrowed.

"Zhao Gang, what are you laughing at?"

Second Martial Uncle’s laughter gradually died down, a cold look crossing his eyes.

"I’m laughing at my own foolishness. No wonder First Senior Brother sent us down the mountain recently to clear Dragon Tiger City of demonic beasts and wouldn’t let us return!"

"So, First Senior Brother was setting up his scheme all along!"

"Master truly misjudged him. All these years, he was raising an ungrateful wolf!"

"Plotting against his own sect brothers and trying to replace Master?"

"When the Elder Celestial Master returns and sees the evil you’ve done, do you think he’ll spare you?"

"Besides, you’re just a mere outer disciple. What gives you the right to demand my surrender?"

As soon as he spoke, Second Senior Brother stomped his foot fiercely.

Dust and smoke billowed up instantly as he shot toward Wang Yong like an arrow loosed from a bow.

He was already heavily injured, having just been ambushed by Wang Yong.

But at his level of cultivation, killing Wang Yong was still a simple matter.

In the blink of an eye, Second Senior Brother was upon him.

BOOM—

Before anyone could react, Wang Yong was sent flying by a single punch.

CRACK—

The sound of breaking bones followed.

The force of the blow sent Wang Yong’s body flying two or three meters before he slammed heavily onto the ground.

PTHOO—

The moment he landed, Wang Yong spat out a mouthful of blood.

He felt as if a fire was searing the inside of his chest.

The heart-rending agony made his entire body twitch.

"Kill... kill him..."

Wang Yong forced out the words through gritted teeth.

The next moment, the surrounding men in black reacted.

They all rushed toward Second Martial Uncle.

If Second Martial Uncle hadn’t been ambushed by Wang Yong, dealing with these men in black by himself would have been no problem at all.

Killing them would have been as easy as flicking a finger.

But his mistake was trusting Wang Yong too easily.

Just moments before, Wang Yong had appeared here alone.

Second Martial Uncle had been leading his disciples to clear demonic beasts in Dragon Tiger City.

He had no idea what had happened back on the mountain.

The moment he saw Wang Yong, he hadn’t been the least bit wary.

It was then that Wang Yong seized the opportunity to launch his sneak attack, leaving Second Martial Uncle heavily injured.

Otherwise, a mere Wang Yong and these men in black?

Even so, as he faced the coordinated attack from the men in black, Second Martial Uncle still fought with ease, taking down more than a dozen of them.

Unfortunately, given his current injuries, even slightly circulating his Qi and Blood would cause them to worsen rapidly.

Intense pain caused cold sweat to stream down his forehead and back.

In a moment of distraction, a man in black charged from behind with a blade.

Just as the blade was about to fall, Second Martial Uncle glanced back out of the corner of his eye.

He then spun around and kicked out.

BOOM—

The man in black was sent flying a great distance by the kick.

The effort, however, made Second Martial Uncle’s consciousness blur. He staggered a few times and nearly fell.

Seeing this, the remaining men in black exchanged glances.

Without another word, they charged Second Martial Uncle in a combined assault.

Second Martial Uncle gritted his teeth and said coldly, "You’re courting death..."

He immediately formed a hand seal for a Technique.

An Eight Trigrams pattern slowly materialized between his hands.

The next moment, he raised the Eight Trigrams Map above his head.

BOOM—

A violent explosion erupted, and the massive shockwave sent the surrounding men in black flying.

PTHOO...

As a result, Second Martial Uncle also spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body dropped to one knee on the ground, his strength to fight completely gone.

Just when he thought he had exhausted all his strength to escape danger for the time being...

Suddenly, he heard the sound of unhurried footsteps approaching from a distance.

"What a bunch of useless trash. Can’t even deal with a single, heavily injured stinking Daoist!"

"Forcing me to come here myself..."

The speaker’s voice was androgynous, laced with an effeminate air.

Second Martial Uncle used the last of his strength to slowly turn his head.

He saw a tall man, over 1.8 meters, with his hair in a ponytail, walking toward him with a seductive sway.

His hands were held in an orchid finger pose, enough to make one’s skin crawl.

Second Martial Uncle didn’t recognize this person.

But beneath his effeminate exterior was a vicious, cruel aura.

Second Martial Uncle knew in his heart that falling into this man’s hands would be a fate worse than death.

He silently circulated the Qi and Blood in his body, trying to force himself to stand up.

But as soon as his Qi and Blood began to move...

...the intense pain made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

"Don’t struggle. The blade of that traitor just now was coated with a poison meant to suppress the Qi and Blood in your body."

"Otherwise, how could you have gotten so badly injured!"

"Second Senior Brother of Dragon Tiger Mountain, inheritor of the Elder Celestial Master’s ’Celestial Gate Eight Trigrams Map.’ Truly impressive power. How about we make a deal?"

"Just hand over this ’Celestial Gate Eight Trigrams Map,’ and I can spare your life. What do you say?"

When the effeminate man drew close, he looked down at Second Senior Brother.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. In his eyes, Second Senior Brother was no different from a fish on the chopping block.

With the slightest move, he could take Second Senior Brother’s life.

Hearing this, Second Senior Brother unhurriedly sat down cross-legged on the ground.

He looked up at the man before him and couldn’t help but laugh.

"If a real man asked me for it, maybe I’d hand it over just to survive."

"But for a fucking pansy to ask me for it? Who do you think you’re looking down on?"

"Come on. This life is all I have left. If you want it, take it. Everything else... is off the table!"

After Second Senior Brother finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes. He hadn’t given up.

Instead, he was already circulating the Qi and Blood in his body, trying to force the poison out.

If he could just expel a third of it, he might have a fighting chance.

When the effeminate man heard this, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"You, surnamed Zhao! Who are you calling ’not a man’? Who are you calling a pansy?"

"You’re at death’s door and you still dare to curse at people?"

"If I don’t flay you alive today, then I’m not..."

"Not a pansy?"

Before he could finish his sentence, suddenly, a cool voice finished it for him.

The next moment, the pansy’s expression changed drastically.

He whipped his head around and said, "Who?! Who’s so rude? If you have the guts, show yourself!"

Just as he finished speaking, a person appeared less than a meter behind him.

"I’m right here!"

"Ah?"

The effeminate man jumped aside in fright.

When he steadied himself and looked back, he saw a young man who looked like a student watching him with a faint smile.

Meanwhile, Second Senior Brother, who had been sitting on the ground recovering, quickly opened his eyes.

When he saw the person in front of him, his face lit up with pleasant surprise. "Little Junior Brother, you’re out of seclusion?"

The newcomer was none other than Lin Yi. He smiled and nodded.

"Second Senior Brother, are you alright?"

Zhao Gang shook his head. "I was just ambushed by them. Otherwise, this handful of small fry? They wouldn’t be enough for me to handle alone!"

Lin Yi smiled and nodded. Second Senior Brother’s personality wasn’t much different from Zhong Yan’s.

He was even more of a battle-lover than Zhong Yan. As long as there was a fight to be had, Second Senior Brother would get excited.

He had no doubt about his senior brother.

If he had been at full strength, neither poisoned nor injured, the people here truly wouldn’t have been enough for him to handle alone.

The effeminate man glanced at the two of them.

"Who... who the hell are you?"

He sized up Lin Yi with a dark gaze.

"I’ll tell you after you’re dead!"

"What?"

Lin Yi whispered, his voice very soft.

The effeminate man didn’t hear him clearly at all, but Lin Yi had already flashed in front of him.

Then, his fist was enveloped in a golden light.

BOOM—

A single punch landed on the effeminate man’s body.

A continuous CRACKING sound was heard, and the expression on the effeminate man’s face twisted in agony.

His body was sent flying backward.

However, it wasn’t over. Lin Yi flashed in front of him again.

Before the effeminate man’s body could hit the ground, while he was still in mid-air...

Lin Yi gave him a smile. "I’ll see you off!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!—

A flurry of punches and kicks landed on the effeminate man.

After more than ten blows, his body slammed heavily to the ground.

As a result, the moment he landed, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

He stared fixedly at Lin Yi, dying without ever learning his name.

[Plunder Entry?]

The effeminate man was at the 5-star realm, but his talents were mediocre.

Lin Yi didn’t take them all. There were four entries in total, and after picking and choosing...

...aside from one entry for the [Effeminate] talent, which was utterly useless...

...Lin Yi took the other three.

After taking care of things, Lin Yi returned to Second Senior Brother’s side and handed him a bottle of antidote.

This was from back in the Old District.

Tang Qinru had left it for him before she departed.

It was just that Lin Yi had never had a reason to use it.

Who would have thought he’d end up using it to save someone?

Second Senior Brother took the antidote and drank it down without hesitation.

He then sat down to regulate his breathing and expel the poison from his body.

Meanwhile, Lin Yi took the opportunity to check the men in black one by one for any survivors.

He also checked whether the other Little Daoists were still alive.

Just as he approached Wang Yong...

...and was about to check his breathing, the guilt-ridden Wang Yong let out a cry.

"No, no, no! Don’t kill me, don’t kill me... It was... it was all my master! He forced me to do it! I beg you, spare my life! Please, I’m begging you..."

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