The elderly woman sighed at Hui Xing. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"I am old, I should have died a long time ago. Don’t go looking for a doctor, even if you find one, I won’t let them see my illness, and I won’t take any medicine; I should have died long ago."

The elderly woman said resolutely.

But no matter what the elderly woman said, nothing could change Hui Xing’s meddlesome heart.

He cheerfully placed the elderly woman on the bed and quickly walked out of the room.

"Hui Xing, I know you are a good child, but this illness can’t be cured by the Divine Doctor. Only the Sect Master can cure me. If you really want to save me, go find the Sect Master."

"And I have children; they are about to come up the mountain to fetch me."

The elderly woman said as she watched Hui Xing’s back.

Upon hearing this, Hui Xing smiled faintly and scratched his head.

"I’ll go find the Sect Master to look at your illness."

After speaking, he sped towards the Heaven God Temple.

It wasn’t long before Heaven God Temple appeared in his field of vision, where he saw Wang Ye emerging from it.

He hurried over and respectfully said to Wang Ye,

"Sect Master, I have a request. Granny Ai Su is ill, and she said only you can cure her. Please go see her, or she might not make it until tomorrow."

Hui Xing pleaded bitterly.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye raised an eyebrow, this Hui Xing really knows how to create work for others.

But then again, Ai Su, the elderly woman, has been with Tianyong Mountain for centuries, maintaining cleanliness. As the Sect Master, it is incumbent on me to be responsible when such people fall ill.

"Granny Ai Su has contributed a lot to Tianyong Mountain. If she wants to live, let her come to see me herself."

Wang Ye snorted coldly.

He then shot a fierce glare at Hui Xing.

"Others aren’t even worried, so why are you in such a hurry?"

A trace of resentment flashed in Hui Xing’s eyes. Ai Su is so ill, yet the Sect Master insists she come to the Heaven God Temple herself—it’s just too insensitive.

"If you won’t save her, Sect Master, I’ll go myself."

Hui Xing left these words and promptly headed towards Buddha Peak.

Wang Ye watched Hui Xing’s departing figure and shook his head.

Tianyong Mountain has a person like Hui Xing, truly a millennial misfortune. One day, we must expel this Hui Xing from Tianyong Mountain.

A gleam of harshness flashed in his eyes as he flew towards the Heavenly God Plaza.

Meanwhile, Hui Xing quickly returned to Buddha Peak.

Pushing the door open, he walked into the room, where besides the elderly woman, there were also two young people.

Presumably, they were the descendants the elderly woman mentioned.

"Granny, let me treat your illness. The Sect Master is putting on airs and won’t come. He said you’d have to see him at the Heaven God Temple before he’d treat you."

Hui Xing’s tone carried a hint of complaint.

The two young people shot a cold glance at Hui Xing.

"My mother is sick, we will take her to see the Divine Doctor. You just stay aside."

Long Shu said with a look of disdain.

He knew his mother was severely ill, unable even to eat, so what difference would it make if the Sect Master came?

"Exactly, young man. What does my illness have to do with you? Children, let’s go."

The elderly woman’s expression suddenly became cold, and she spat at Hui Xing.

Hui Xing’s gaze swept over the two people, and their expressions and words were like sharp blades stabbing heavily into his burning heart.

He grimaced, reaching to wipe the spittle from his face.

"The Sect Master is right; one should indeed mind their own business. I wanted to help Granny yet received such treatment."

Hui Xing’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

He then recalled the competition today and sped towards the Heavenly God Plaza.

By the time he arrived at Heavenly God Plaza, the competition was over.

Zhu Di was surrounded by disciples of Buddha Peak.

It was clear that the disciples of Buddha Peak were very excited; it seemed Buddha Peak had won.

While Chen Changsheng sat below the stage, his eyes vacant and powerless—it was apparent he had lost.

"Hui Xing, where have you been just now? Luckily, Zhu Di saved the day by single-handedly defeating Chen Changsheng."

Tang Xuan’s face turned very unpleasant when he saw the tardy Hui Xing.

His tone carried a strong reproach.

Seeing Tang Xuan angry, Hui Xing abruptly knelt on the ground.

"I’m sorry, Master, I was late. Please punish me."

Upon seeing this, Tang Xuan slapped him.

Hui Xing did not dodge but instead faced the slap head-on.

Slap~

The sound of the slap rang especially loud.

In an instant, Hui Xing’s face swelled like a pig’s head, with two front teeth flying to the ground, stained with blood.

Seeing this, a trace of unwillingness flashed in Tang Xuan’s heart.

"Hmph, today’s competition was a big deal, yet you were late. I sentence you to contemplate facing the wall for ten years."

Tang Xuan left these words and sighed as he departed.

This person let him down too much. He had originally intended for him to take over as Peak Master of Buddha Peak.

Hui Xing did not cover his face; he felt a chilling coldness in his heart.

In that moment, the burning, fervent heart finally left him.

When he left the Heavenly God Plaza, everyone had left, and he stood alone there.

Only then did he dazedly head towards the wall of contemplation.

No one noticed the solitary Hui Xing; everyone’s attention was on tomorrow’s competition.

...

In the Heaven God Temple.

Wang Ye was discussing tomorrow’s competition with Dongfang Qing.

But Wang Ye soon noticed that Dongfang Qing was absent-minded.

"Dongfang Qing, you go mind your own business."

After all, Dongfang Qing is currently the Peak Master of Lion Peak; he should be more concerned about Lion Peak.

Dongfang Qing gave a slight smile.

"Wang Ye, I take my leave."

After speaking, he transformed into a green light and shot towards Lion Peak.

Wang Ye then headed towards his pavilion.

His eyes showed a hint of surprise; he didn’t expect Zhu Di to defeat Chen Changsheng.

"In the past six months, the disciples of the Seven Peaks have all made progress, which gratifies me as Sect Master."

He showed a satisfied smile on his face.

But soon his expression turned serious; the path Tianyong Mountain had to tread in the future was still long. Thinking of sweeping the Blackwater Secret Realm with this strength is just wishful thinking.

"Today, Zhu Di’s use of the Weakening Technique was quite impressive."

Recalling Zhu Di’s move, Wang Ye nodded with satisfaction.

Sometimes to win, exceeding others in strength isn’t necessary; weakening their strength is also a method.

The Weakening Technique significantly reduced the enemy’s attack power.

Under the influence of the Weakening Technique, Chen Changsheng’s strength was only a fraction of its potential, no wonder he lost to Zhu Di.

As a genius, Wang Ye learned the Weakening Technique just from watching it once.

This competition was not only to encourage the disciples of the Seven Peaks to practice diligently, but also to learn many formidable Cultivation Techniques.

For example, the Chaos Chessboard Formation and the White Snow Red Maple Sword Technique are quite good Cultivation Techniques.

"I am quite looking forward to tomorrow’s showdown between Ruthless Peak and Saintess Peak, to see what powerful moves Ruthless Peak will come up with."