Chapter 4: You Dare Compare Backing With Me?
Chapter 4: You Dare Compare Backing With Me?
“Shifu! Save me!!”
The moment these words left Chu Fan’s lips, he felt nothing but humiliation.
Yet he knew all too well that remaining silent would only lead to an even more miserable fate.
Su Ming, who had been advancing toward Chu Fan, halted his steps upon hearing this. He truly hadn’t expected Chu Fan to be frightened enough to call for his master like a child.
“Chu Fan, have you not been weaned off milk yet?” Su Ming openly mocked.
“Su Ming, don’t get cocky! Just wait until my shifu arrives—let’s see how arrogant you remain then!” Chu Fan retorted.
How laughable this sounded.
What kind of competition between peers involves dragging elders into the fray?
And are you seriously trying to compare backing with me, Su Ming?
“WHO DARES HARM MY DISCIPLE?!”
A thunderous roar erupted from Green Sun Peak before a gale-force wind manifested before Su Ming, revealing a middle-aged man—Chu Fan’s master, Ye Nantian.
In the original storyline, this man was obsessively protective of his disciple, even willing to sacrifice his fourth-level Star Realm cultivation for Chu Fan.
“Xiao Fan?! You vicious little brat! Fellow sect members, yet you’d resort to such cruelty?” After hastily administering spiritual medicine to stabilize Chu Fan’s injuries, Ye Nantian glared furiously at Su Ming. “Don’t worry, this master will absolutely avenge this injustice for you!”
Watching the man’s bulging eyes fixed on him, Su Ming admitted feeling a pang of envy.
In his previous life on Earth, he’d been an orphan drifting between foster homes, never knowing familial warmth.
Though born into privilege in this life, whether he’d ever meet his parents remained uncertain.
“Don’t think your noble status grants you license to act arrogantly! Were it not for the Three Saints Sect taking you in, you’d just be an abandoned orphan your parents discarded!”
“What did you say?” Su Ming’s brow furrowed dangerously.
“What? Struck a nerve? If you weren’t abandoned, why haven’t your parents visited even once in over a decade at Three Saints Sect?”
“No matter. Since your parents failed to teach you manners, I’ll educate you myself today!”
Ye Nantian raised a massive hand to seize Su Ming.
“If your filthy fingers so much as graze Young Master, I’ll slice them off one by one!”
Meng Shu materialized before Su Ming, unleashing his full cultivation pressure.
Sensing Meng Shu’s realm, Ye Nantian paled and withdrew his hand, a cold sweat breaking on his forehead.
Peak Star Realm! Equal to the sect’s mightiest expert!
After forcing Ye Nantian back, Meng Shu turned anxiously to Su Ming. “Young Master, this old servant arrived late.”
“So you’ve got backing too—no wonder you act so brazenly.” Though Ye Nantian kept up the verbal assault, he subtly positioned himself as a shield before Chu Fan and Chu Yiyi.
“A foul-mouthed wretch like you dares call himself a teacher? Today I’ll rip out that poisonous tongue of yours!” Meng Shu’s killing intent flared.
As tensions reached their peak, Li Jianping suddenly appeared. “Internal conflicts are forbidden within Three Saints Sect! Have you all forgotten our sect’s laws?!”
“The Three Saints Sect has endured for centuries through unity! You disregard both me and our sect’s authority—cease this instantly!”
Su Ming smirked inwardly. The sect master had clearly been observing from the sidelines—his timing was too convenient.
Upholding sect rules? Nonsense. He only intervened to protect Ye Nantian’s faction.
Had Su Ming been at a disadvantage, Li Jianping would have remained a spectator.
Now he appears under the pretense of enforcing rules? Too late!
“Since Sect Master insists on upholding regulations,” Su Ming declared, “I’d like to inquire—what is the punishment for attempting to steal the Three Saints Golden Lotus?”
Li Jianping frowned but answered, “Destruction of the dantian and expulsion from the sect.”
“Excellent. I hereby accuse Green Sun Peak disciples Chu Fan and Chu Yiyi of conspiring to steal my Three Saints Golden Lotus. I trust Sect Master will administer justice impartially.”
“You fatherless bastard! How dare you slander my disciple?!” Ye Nantian nearly erupted before Li Jianping silenced him with a glare.
“Su Ming, accusations require evidence. Your status grants no license to distort truth!”
“The evidence is here.” Su Ming produced a small crystal—a Memory Stone.
As spiritual energy activated it, the stone projected recorded footage of Chu Fan’s initial provocation and attack.
“I’ve provided proof of Chu Fan’s unprovoked assault. If Sect Master hesitates to act, I’m happy to assist.”
“Meng Shu, if you please.”
Su Ming knew hesitation would give them room to maneuver.
“Your disciple dared attack my young master? He’s clearly tired of living!”
Meng Shu launched a palm strike toward Chu Fan, forcing Li Jianping to intercept. The clash left both peak Star Realm experts momentarily staggered—with Meng Shu holding a slight advantage.
Li Jianping hadn’t anticipated Su Ming’s guardian being this powerful.
Narrowing his eyes, Su Ming pressed, “Does Sect Master intend to deny me justice?”
“This appears merely a dispute between disciples—hardly equivalent to stealing sect treasures.” Li Jianping’s bias was obvious.
“Then as a disciplinary matter, sect rules mandate three months in Fiery Prison Cliff for instigating conflict.”
“Surely our rule-loving Sect Master wouldn’t show favoritism?”
Fiery Prison Cliff—Three Saints Sect’s punishment zone where spiritual energy was scarce and toxic flames erupted unpredictably. Even Longevity Realm cultivators emerged half-dead after three months. Originally Li Jianping’s threat against Su Ming, now the tables had turned.
Chu Fan turned ashen. At his current level, three months there equaled a death sentence—not to mention missing the Sect Grand Competition.
As Ye Nantian bristled, Li Jianping restrained him.
“Very well. The punishment stands.”
He recognized Su Ming’s preparations. Prolonging this would only revive the theft accusation.
Better to retreat now and manipulate events later to protect Chu Fan.
Little did he know this tactical withdrawal played perfectly into Su Ming’s hands.
He’d never expected the theft charge to stick anyway.
Today’s goal was simply to toss this “Chosen One” into hellfire.
“Meng Shu, please escort these two to Fiery Prison Cliff personally.”
Li Jianping and Ye Nantian blanched. With Meng Shu handling the transfer, their ability to intervene evaporated.
Yet having conceded, they had no grounds to object.
“Young Master, if I leave, these two might—”
“No matter. I possess treasures from my parents. Should they act recklessly, Three Saints Sect—no, the entire Heaven Primordial Continent—will become history!”
Come then. Let’s see whose backing runs deeper!