At this moment, Ye Feng's hair was disheveled and her eyes were bloodshot.
The excessive shouting had left her entire body trembling.
The hall echoed with sentence after sentence of curses directed at Jiang Yantian.
The ferocity of her rant was so intense that even a Golden Core cultivator might feel a chill seeing her filled with such deep hatred.
Just as Ye Feng finished venting—
A voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"I knew you'd be cursing me behind my back."
"So… I only pretended to leave earlier!"
Ye Feng's body jolted as she spun around.
Smack!
A loud slap landed squarely on her face, sending her tumbling to the ground.
Her head buzzed as she clutched her cheek, trembling all over—not from pain, but from rage.
[Ding! Imagine the humiliation of a heavy slap for someone who has just become a woman. Humiliation Points +5000]
Jiang Yantian patted her face lightly.
"Don't curse me behind my back again. I'm the kind of person who can't tolerate even the slightest grievance."
"If I catch you doing it again, I'll spice up the story of how you turned from him into her and sell it to those storytellers under the bridges in mortal towns."
"They'll split today's event into eighty-one episodes and tell it over and over every day. I'm sure the audience will be huge."
"You… you…"
Ye Feng trembled with anger.
She wanted to curse him out.
But now she knew—
She had to endure.
She couldn't give Jiang Yantian any more reasons to humiliate her. She couldn't let him further damage her Dao Heart.
Jiang Yantian brushed off his black robe. Looking at Ye Feng holding her cheek, he suddenly showed a worried expression.
"Senior Brother, why… why are you sitting on the ground? Let me help you up!"
"???" Ye Feng was completely confused.
But when she noticed several disciples passing outside the hall—
She instantly understood.
Damn it.
What a shameless bastard.
The passing disciples, both male and female, looked touched by the scene.
"Did you see that? Elder Jiang is already an elder, yet he still treats his former fellow disciples so warmly. No arrogance at all!"
"Yeah… he's such a good person. I'm crying!"
"He's handsome, insanely talented, already a Nascent Soul expert at such a young age—and he's so kind too!"
"Oh~ I want him~"
Jiang Yantian maintained a gentle smile as he helped Ye Feng walk toward the exit.
But secretly, one of his hands reached her waist—
And pinched hard.
"YAA—!" Ye Feng couldn't hold it in and cried out.
Even cultivators couldn't resist that kind of pure physical attack.
The sudden cry drew many eyes.
Jiang Yantian immediately looked worried.
"Senior Brother, what's wrong? Did you pull your wound?"
Several nearby disciples hurried over to see if help was needed.
At that exact moment, Jiang Yantian grabbed Ye Feng's arm and deliberately yanked it outward.
To outsiders, it looked like Ye Feng had elbowed him hard.
Jiang Yantian staggered backward two steps.
"Senior Brother… how could you…" he said with a hurt expression.
"????"
Ye Feng froze.
But the surrounding disciples couldn't tolerate it anymore.
"Ye Feng, you've gone too far! Elder Jiang is the Law Enforcement Elder now. Do you have no respect for hierarchy?"
"Elder Jiang helped you out of kindness, and you repay him like this? Who do you think you are?"
"Exactly! Elder Jiang is a Nascent Soul powerhouse. Crushing you would be effortless—yet you're still this ungrateful!"
"I used to admire you as the sect's genius swordsman. I'm officially done with you—fan turned hater!"
The crowd erupted with indignation, eager to defend Jiang Yantian.
"It's fine. You may leave," Jiang Yantian said calmly. "My senior brother and I were just messing around. It's nothing."
The disciples immediately cupped their fists.
"Yes, Elder!"
As they left, they still shot angry looks at Ye Feng.
Anyone with eyes could see that Elder Jiang was still protecting him.
What a great elder!
Ye Feng listened to the insults while watching Jiang Yantian's flawless acting.
She felt both powerless and furious.
[Ding! Green tea tastes fresher—Ye Feng cries pitifully. Humiliation Points +1000]
The more embarrassed Ye Feng became, the happier Jiang Yantian felt.
He patted her shoulder and sighed.
"Senior Brother, you should head back to your Qinglan Peak residence. I'll return to Elder Peak."
"Don't worry. I won't hit you today."
"Tomorrow maybe."
"Oh right—didn't you brag before that Senior Sister Tantai admires you?"
"So what if she does? What can you even do about it now?"
Jiang Yantian let out a sinister laugh—
And vanished instantly.
"???"
Ye Feng trembled with rage. Grinding her teeth, she finally raised her fist and slammed it into her own chest.
"Damn it!"
Right now, she only wanted to do one thing.
Go back… and cry.
Cry it all out.
After venting everything, she would start over.
She swore she would train ten times harder than before.
Only then could she avenge the hatred of being mutilated.
Only then could she reclaim her dignity.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yantian had already returned to the summit of Elder Peak.
This wasn't a mountain where all elders lived together.
Within Xuanling Sect, there were twelve peaks, corresponding to the sect's twelve branches.
For example:
Formation Branch
Alchemy Branch
Sword Dao Branch
Beast Taming Branch
Artifact Forging Branch…and so on.
Each peak was divided into three levels:
Summit: for Worship Elders
Mid-mountain: for Protector Elders
Lower mountain: for Executive Elders
Jiang Yantian was the highest authority of the Law Enforcement Branch, one of its Worship Elders.
Below him were the Protector Elders and Executive Elders of the Law Enforcement Hall.
The reason his mountain was simply called Elder Peak was simple—
He was too lazy to give it a fancy name.
Unlike others with names like Wutong Peak or Qinglan Peak.
After all, he didn't plan to stay here forever.
Still, Jiang Yantian's residence was extremely comfortable.
At the summit was a large open area:
a wooden house
a bamboo grove
a pond
In his spare time he could raise chickens, barbecue, or go fishing in the courtyard.
He could also invite a few junior sisters from the sect to come up—
Music and dancing included.
Very relaxing.
And if he felt inspired, he could head into the bamboo forest and have a junior sister kneel in front of him and play music.
Where does the beauty learn to play the flute?
A bit of wilderness "music appreciation," one might say.
Jiang Yantian lay back in a bamboo chair in the courtyard, hands behind his head, a bamboo twig between his teeth.
"System, open the panel."
[Ding! Opening…]
Host: Jiang YantianCultivation: Mid Nascent Soul
Professions:5th-grade Alchemist5th-grade Artifact Refiner5th-grade Formation Master5th-grade Beast Tamer …
Physique:
Immortal Demon Body
Yin-Nourishing Yang Furnace Physique
Cultivation Arts:Devouring Demon ArtPurple Heaven Thunder TechniqueGreat ReincarnationAncient Myriad-Spirit Formation
Combat Techniques:Heaven-and-Earth ManifestationDemonic Kingdom in the PalmFlowing Cloud IllusionSoul-Severing Strike …
Demonic / Divine Artifacts:
Sun-Extinguishing Blade
Nine-Nether Immortal Steel Chains
Hand of the Fallen Angel
Life-Bound Treasure: Heaven-Suppressing Pearl
Demonic Beast: Crimson Flame Golden Ni Beast
Total Humiliation Points: 356,000
300,000 points may upgrade cultivation to Late Nascent Soul. Breakthrough?
Alternatively: accumulate 5,000,000 points to exchange for a "Background."
Jiang Yantian waved a hand lazily.
"Not yet. This protagonist is too weak—I could crush him even at Nascent Soul. I'll save the points for fun stuff."
"But what do you mean by 'background'?"
[Literal meaning. Example exchanges include:Elder of the top sect Shadowless Palace,or Holy Son of the Pilgrimage Pavilion, etc.]
"Damn—that's so convenient? You can buy identities?"
"Well… can't afford it now. I'll save up later."
Jiang Yantian stood up and moved his thoughts.
A weapon appeared instantly in his hand.
"So this Sun-Extinguishing Blade is basically a three-pronged double-edged spear… isn't that Erlang Shen's weapon?"
He examined the weapon.
Its shaft glowed blood-red, and the blade at the front split into three sharp prongs, gleaming with killing intent.
The edges were razor-sharp, radiating cold light.
Unable to resist, Jiang Yantian began testing it.
His movements were swift and agile.
With every swing, the blade transformed into streaks of crimson light.
Each strike carried the force of thunder, slicing through the air with piercing whistles.
"Damn… this thing is stylish as hell."
He couldn't put the demonic weapon down.
"Ah? Young master… does the way I'm dressed look very… seductive?"
A soft, melodious voice suddenly sounded nearby.