At his words, someone nearby sidled up to speak with him.

"You probably haven’t heard, Junior Sister, but someone just trespassed in our Primal Heaven Sect. I don’t know who it was, but they’re so brazen. I’d bet they’re a Demon Cultivator."

The female disciple Rosso was impersonating let out a feigned gasp. "Is it that serious?"

Then he struck up a conversation with the other person.

"Senior Brother, do you know who it was? ...Are we going to be in danger? Is the intruder very powerful?"

The disciple beside him looked righteous and comforted her. "Don’t worry, Junior Sister. The Primal Heaven Sect is the head of the Seven Great Celestial Sects. There are countless experts within the Sect. Even if someone dares to come, we’ll make sure they never leave. With the elders around, we’re very safe. Our Sect has three late-stage Nascent Soul experts, and the Sect Master himself is at the half-step Divinity Transformation stage."

Rosso lowered his head slightly.

’Good thing I came fully prepared,’ he thought. ’Otherwise, I’d just be serving myself up on a platter.’

Just then, the enraged voice of the Redleaf Peak Master boomed from the skies above.

"Get out here!"

"What rat dares to trespass in my Primal Heaven Sect? I will see you dead!"

A massive True Dharma Body materialized in the sky.

At the same time, Cultivators from every peak in the Primal Heaven Sect gathered on Redleaf Peak.

Watching the Cultivators fly overhead toward the peak, Rosso, still disguised as a female cultivator, asked, "Shouldn’t we go take a look?"

Hearing this, the disciple beside him grabbed his arm.

"Junior Sister, are you trying to get yourself killed? We’re just Outer Disciples. This isn’t something we can get involved in. After something like this, some Senior Brothers and Sisters from the Inner Sect will definitely come around to ask questions. You need to be smart. If we offend them, life will get much harder for us."

Hearing this, he sighed internally.

’Life is hard for everyone.’

As far as he knew, the Primal Heaven Sect’s benefits were considered quite good for a sect, but Outer Disciples only received twenty Low-grade Spirit a month in Cultivation Resources.

’What can you even do with so few resources?’ he mused. ’If you ask me, you’d be better off taking delivery orders and joining The Demonic Sects’ express delivery service. If you work hard, you can earn that many Cultivation Resources in a single day.’

「Meanwhile, on Redleaf Peak.」

Within The Maplewood where Sean Lockwood was, stood a crowd of people.

There were Nascent Soul Stage elders, several Golden Core Stage Peak Masters, and a number of disciples who had rushed over from all directions. Most of them were only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, but anyone with Foundation Establishment cultivation was already considered an Inner Disciple.

Upon arriving at The Maplewood, the first thing they saw was Sean Lockwood collapsed on the ground, vomiting blood, and Jocelyn Grant beside him.

When they saw the two of them, everyone’s eyes widened in shock. Some even rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Jocelyn Grant and their ever-respected Little Martial Uncle were in a state of utter disarray. Their revered Little Martial Uncle, in particular, had his pants still tangled around his ankles. The large pair of boxers on his rear was glaringly conspicuous.

For the senior and junior sisters who had admired him, it felt like their romanticized image of him had shattered.

’Is this their noble and righteous Little Martial Uncle?’

Senior Sisters: "..."

Junior Sisters: "..."

Senior and Junior Brothers: "..."

And the Elder Peak Masters: "..."

Finally, someone couldn’t help but speak up. "Little Martial Uncle, your pants are down."

Other disciples covered their eyes with their hands. "Maybe you two should put your clothes back on first."

At that moment, the elder from Redleaf Peak standing at the very front pointed at them, fuming.

"Martial Nephew Lockwood, you said you wanted to take this female cultivator of unknown origin as your Taoist Companion, and we didn’t say anything. That is your personal business, after all. But for you two to be... like this... in broad daylight! What has become of your decorum?"

It was normal for Taoist Companions to engage in dual cultivation, but to be caught like this in public, with so many disciples seeing them disheveled... If word of this got out, where would the Primal Heaven Sect hide its face?

Jocelyn Grant finally snapped out of it with a shriek and hurriedly pulled her clothes back on.

"Don’t look! You’re not allowed to look!"

Hearing the elder’s words, Sean Lockwood also came to his senses. He looked down at the pants still tangled around his ankles, then at the crowd of Sect disciples before him, and his vision went black. He nearly fainted.

Humiliating.

So utterly humiliating.

He could still hear the whispers around him.

"They’re a little too eager, aren’t they?"

"That vixen has no shame."

"Little Martial Uncle always seemed so proper. I never would have guessed he was so wild in private."

"So Little Martial Uncle likes such bold and unrestrained female cultivators... Forgive me, but I could never be like that... I guess we’re not worthy of liking him."

"All of you, shut your mouths! This was just an accident!"

His tone was harsh.

But only Sean Lockwood knew his own lips were trembling with rage.

Since the day he joined the Primal Heaven Sect, he had been admired by thousands. He had never been so publicly disgraced. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Damn it!

Damn it!

’It’s all the fault of that person who trespassed in the Primal Heaven Sect and injured me,’ he thought. ’I will kill him.’

Sean Lockwood used Magic to instantly change into a new set of clothes.

His clothes were neat now, but the image of his previous dishevelment was already seared into everyone’s minds.

All they could think about now was that pair of boxers.

Some people couldn’t help but start laughing.

They couldn’t help it. They just couldn’t hold it in.

But they didn’t dare show it openly, so they had to stifle their laughter, which resulted in strange expressions on all their faces.

The Redleaf Peak Master, Sean Lockwood’s master, was mortified. He glanced at his disciple; thanks to him, he had lost all his old face today.

He raised a hand and gestured. "Someone, help your Martial Uncle down to be treated for his injuries."

"Yes... Peak Master."

A disciple stepped forward and reached out to support Sean Lockwood.

Sean Lockwood stopped him.

"No need... My injuries aren’t serious."

Just then, Jocelyn Grant limped forward and took his arm.

"Senior Brother... it hurts so much."

She choked out the words, her body swaying as if about to collapse.

Seeing the amount of blood flowing from her leg, Sean Lockwood could no longer care about the shame. He had already lost all the face he could lose.

He reached out and swept Jocelyn Grant up into a princess carry.

’She can’t die,’ he thought. ’Otherwise, where would I find another woman with a Primal Moon Constitution?’

Cradling Jocelyn Grant, he turned to his master and said, "Master, I’m taking Jocelyn to be treated first."

"Go on, go on."

His master sighed.

’I don’t know if keeping this woman around will be a blessing or a curse.’

Leaning against Sean Lockwood’s chest, Jocelyn Grant’s tears fell endlessly. "Senior Brother, they’re all laughing at me. I don’t want to live anymore."

Sean Lockwood’s expression soured.

’I’m the one who suffered this huge humiliation and I haven’t even said anything, yet she’s the one who doesn’t want to live? I’m still counting on her to help my cultivation.’

At this thought, although he was burning with rage inside, he comforted her. "Don’t cry, Jocelyn. This isn’t your fault."

Jocelyn Grant also felt it wasn’t her fault. It was all because of that damn man in black.

"Senior Brother... it was all that man in black’s fault! I want to kill him!"

In that moment, the two of them shared the exact same goal.

Sean Lockwood’s face was grim.

"He does deserve to die. Don’t worry, I won’t let him get away."

「After the two of them left.」

The elders led a massive search throughout the Sect, trying to find any trace of the man in black. But it was as if he had vanished into thin air, without a shadow to be found.

They suspected the man might be hiding among the disciples, so they interrogated them one by one based on the information provided by Jocelyn Grant and the others, but ultimately found no one.

Hearing a disciple report that the intruder had likely already escaped, the Sect Master slammed his hand on the table in fury.

"This is an outrageous insult! Who dares to show such contempt for our Primal Heaven Sect?!"