Chapter 107: The Brewing Trouble

Murong Wen knew full well that offending such an expert would have consequences. However, years of being unhindered by both power and influence had gone to his head. He had faced people stronger than himself and even stronger than his Dao protectors before, yet those people still had to give face to his father and ancestors and ultimately let him go.

Thus, even though he had come to his senses, his pride stood in the way of acting rationally.

“Silence! You will humiliate me no longer! I am the heir of the Murong Clan, Murong Wen! Even if you are stronger than me, are you stronger than my father and my lord ancestor? You should know humility. Take a step back and you will see that the sea is wide and the sky is vast!” Murong Wen declared proudly.

Hua Zuixian’s eyes sharpened. What Murong Wen said was true. The Murong Clan was powerful, not as powerful as the Vermilion Bird Dynasty, but still stronger than many sects, including the Heavenly Sword Sect, due to its deep roots in wealth accumulation and influence.

Hua Zuixian wanted nothing more than to beat this smug little bastard senseless, but he also had to consider the consequences. The Murong Clan was not a clan that forgave or forgot easily, and they placed great importance on their face.

Once one of their members was humiliated, they would spare no expense to take revenge and restore their image, making sure everyone who witnessed it knew that offending the Murong Clan always came with consequences.

No matter how small the matter, they needed to demonstrate their dominance so others would not even think of climbing over their heads. This was the logic followed by most large and influential clans in this world.

The more power they possessed and the more influence they commanded, the more aggressive and unreasonable they became.

Even if you were in the right and they were in the wrong, once their wrath came knocking, you would always be the one in the wrong.

This was the norm of this world.

So, if Murong Wen were humiliated today, especially in front of the masses, Wei Chen would surely become an enemy of the Murong Clan and might even become a public enemy of the Vermilion Bird Empire.

But amidst the awe and fear of others, Wei Chen only frowned as if he had just heard complete nonsense.

“This is between you and me, buddy. What does this have to do with your clan? Do not tell me you need to call your parents when you cannot deal with your own problems. How old are you? Eight?” Wei Chen said with undisguised mockery.

…. Within the Chat Room ….

Handsome Tall and Rich: [HAHAHAHAHA! This guy is terrible! Now I cannot look at Murong Wen without comparing him to some snot nosed kid anymore!]

Little Wealthy Demon: [Brother Wei’s mouth is so vicious, but good job! I love seeing Murong Wen squirm. Who told him to act like a learned scholar in front of me? What a hypocrite!]

Sword Dao Genius: [Speaking of hypocrites, this reminds me of Gu Tianhe. I remember that in the past, Gu Tianhe also loved to act like a learned scholar who was gentle and benevolent. What a joke. A truly learned person would not lust after someone else’s partner!]

Handsome Tall and Rich: [It’s a good thing that I never act like that, HAHAHAHAHAHA! It’s called sincerity.]

Little Wealthy Demon: [No, in your case, it’s called shamelessness.]

Handsome Tall and Rich: […]

….

Hearing the undisguised mockery, Murong Wen’s face went black, and his anger was about to explode. If he did not know better that he could not fight against Wei Chen face to face, he would have already attacked him.

Now, he was surrounded by people who could kill him ten times over in a single breath. He could only suppress his anger and refrain from acting rashly.

Seeing that Murong Wen did not respond and only gritted his teeth while suppressing his anger, Wei Chen decided to let it be. He was not some kind of murderous maniac.

He casually patted Murong Wen on the shoulder.

“Next time, if you want someone to respect you, learn to deal with your own problems. Do not act like a snot nosed kid who is only good at tattling to his parents so they can wipe your ass. Also….”

Wei Chen lightly slapped Murong Wen’s face.

“Before coming out into society, learn to respect others, will you? That way, you will not end up kicking an iron plate like this. It’s humiliating.” Wei Chen said, like an adult teaching a child.

This made Murong Wen’s anger rise to the maximum. He gritted his teeth to the point that blood seeped out of his mouth, and the taste of blood welled up in his throat.

“Now you can get lost,” Wei Chen said, and lightly pushed Murong Wen away from Dream Butterfly.

Murong Wen, knowing that he was at a complete disadvantage, was about to remain silent and retreat. He still had an important task ahead of him. But…..

The moment he laid eyes on Dream Butterfly one last time before retreating, he noticed that her eyes were filled with admiration, worship, and yearning toward Wei Chen, the man who had just humiliated him.

Like a minuscule crack that caused a dam to burst, all of his suppressed anger erupted at once. With only a trace of rationality left, Murong Wen redirected his hatred toward a mortal girl, the very person who had once been the target of his admiration and obsession.

If he could not own her, then no one in the world had the right to own her.

Murong Wen opened his folding fan. This artifact, aside from being used to make him look refined, was also his weapon. He waved it toward the direction where Dream Butterfly was.

Faster than anyone could react, Hua Zuixian’s anger flared. He raised his hand and parried the fan to the side, sending the power of the artifact shooting into the sky where no one was present.

Even faster than his conscious thought, Hua Zuixian’s instincts and reflexes, honed through long years of battle, lashed out. They taught him to show no mercy to an enemy. His palm struck squarely into Murong Wen’s chest.

Without holding back, Hua Zuixian’s power crushed Murong Wen’s ribcage along with his lungs and heart. Although cultivators possessed far greater vitality than mortals, Hua Zuixian was far stronger than Murong Wen, and this made the palm strike fatal.

Boom!

Murong Wen’s body was blasted out of the flying ark where Dream Butterfly stood. He crashed through the Murong Clan ship and landed motionless within the crew quarters. The warriors and soldiers who had accompanied him were alarmed and rushed to check Murong Wen’s heartbeat.

The warrior who checked Murong Wen’s pulse went pale.

“Y-young master is dead….” the warrior uttered.

All of them turned to look at Hua Zuixian, the one who had killed their young master, with horror. They now understood their final destiny.

Even though they could not fight against Hua Zuixian and would surely die, it was still better than returning to the clan after the young master’s death.

If they dared to survive while their young master had died, they would face brutal punishment. Execution would be the least of their worries. At that point, even their families back in the clan would suffer the wrath of the patriarch.

But if they died trying to kill Young Master Murong’s enemy, then at least their families would be safe.

“Avenge Young Master Murong!” one of the warriors cried out. He was the first to rush out through the hole in the flying ark.

Once the news of Murong Wen’s death spread throughout the ship, all of the warriors aboard rushed out and attacked Hua Zuixian.

A group of warriors who knew the art of formations initiated their formation, forming an Asura construct as they charged toward Hua Zuixian.

Hua Zuixian, who had unintentionally killed Murong Wen, gritted his teeth. He had already offended the Murong Clan, and he no longer cared how much Murong blood would stain his hands.

He glanced back at Dream Butterfly, who was looking at him with worry.

Hua Zuixian’s resolve hardened. It was better for him to draw all of the Murong Clan’s hatred onto himself rather than let it fall upon Dream Butterfly. In this way, he could protect her.

“Ants!” Hua Zuixian said with disdain. He acted dominantly to draw the Murong Clan’s hatred, hoping that the onlookers would remember only him, and not the Immortal Dream Garden or Dream Butterfly.

The massacre began. Hua Zuixian brandished his sword and quickly made short work of the warriors who had come along with Murong Wen. Limbs and blood were sliced apart and splashed across the battlefield as the cruelty unfolded. Hua Zuixian deliberately killed every warrior in the most gruesome manner possible.

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