Chapter 914

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The moment the shout rang out, a figure materialized in front of Ji Ou, raising a hand and slapping him squarely across the face. Ji Ou didn’t even have time to react; he was sent tumbling through the air, rolling several times before crashing to the ground. In that instant, the onlookers on the mountaintop watched in utter astonishment.

At that moment, Ji Ou felt a deep sense of sorrow and frustration. Once upon a time, a prodigy had attempted to show off, but before he could even begin… he was slapped away by his own master!

*Thud…*

As Ji Ou’s body hit the ground, his mind was in a daze. “You little brat, always causing trouble for me!” The Sixth Mountain Lord, Shi Wuheng, his face dark with anger, lifted Ji Ou into the air with a wave of his hand and brought him right in front of himself. “Have you lost your mind? Why on earth did you challenge Ye Wushuang for no reason?”

Only then did Ji Ou, still dazed, manage to mumble, “Master, let me explain!”

“Explain?” Shi Wuheng snorted, and with another wave of his hand, he grabbed Jiang Yihan, who was standing on the mountaintop beside Li Wenqing and Mu Zili, and pulled him down.

“Ah…” came a cry of surprise as Jiang Yihan’s black robe and hat burst apart, revealing his true appearance. But when everyone saw him now, they were all bewildered. Jiang Yihan was usually quite handsome. Although he liked to show off, he was a good person, loyal and well-liked by everyone in the Lingjian Mountain.

But now, Jiang Yihan’s face was swollen like a pig’s head—completely unrecognizable.

“Whoa, what happened to Jiang Yihan? Did a pig attack him?”

“Is this even Senior Brother Jiang? Why is he all bruised and swollen?”

“No idea…”

The disciples were all stunned.

Shi Wuheng grabbed Jiang Yihan and brought him to the front, pointing at him and turning to Ji Ou, scolding, “Look at your junior brother here. He just reached the Wanfa realm and went to challenge Ye Wushuang in private. What happened? He got beaten up so badly he looks like this!”

“Do you really think that Master Siyin’s decision to break the rules and make Ye Wushuang a core disciple is just favoritism? No, Ye Wushuang has earned that position.”

“What do you think you are, challenging him like this?”

Ji Ou, looking at Jiang Yihan’s swollen face, muttered, “I’m a bit better than Junior Brother Jiang…”

“Better my foot!” Shi Wuheng was furious.

Since Ye Wushuang had arrived at Lingjian Mountain, Master Siyin had specifically summoned the six mountain lords and numerous Guanyuan realm elders, emphasizing repeatedly that Ye Wushuang, as a core disciple, would enjoy the same treatment as the mountain lord herself—an unprecedented move in the history of Lingjian Mountain.

Even the most favored prodigies had never been granted such privileges and treatment. This clearly showed how important Ye Wushuang was to Master Siyin.

Now, things had gotten complicated. Jiang Yihan had just challenged Ye Wushuang a few days ago, and now Ji Ou was following suit. If Master Siyin found out, Shi Wuheng would surely be in for a severe reprimand.

Shi Wuheng vividly remembered how, after Su Xuanyu returned from the Qingyun Empire, Master Siyin had used the pretext of testing his current strength to give him a thorough beating—simply because he hadn’t informed her about Ye Wushuang’s talent immediately.

Of course, Master Siyin had told them that the main reason for Ye Wushuang’s special treatment was his ability to cure Old Master Su. If Su Xuanyu could be beaten so severely, then what would happen to his own disciples for causing trouble like this?

Shi Wuheng didn’t even want to think about it. He certainly didn’t want to be “tested” by Master Siyin. That was a nightmare he wanted to avoid at all costs.

Jiang Yihan, with a miserable expression, said, “Master, please let me down first. This is… too embarrassing…”

“If I don’t embarrass you, you’ll never learn your lesson!” Shi Wuheng dropped both of his disciples. “Get out of here, now!”

Jiang Yihan quickly grabbed another hat to cover his swollen face. In reality, the injuries weren’t intentional from Ye Wushuang. During their sparring, Jiang Yihan had lost his balance, and his face had collided with Ye Wushuang’s fist… and thus, tragedy struck.

Ji Ou, feeling dejected, said, “I’ve already spread the word, and everyone’s here. If I leave now, won’t people think I’m afraid of Ye Wushuang?”

“You ungrateful brat, are you still talking back?” Shi Wuheng made a move as if to strike again.

“Sixth Mountain Lord, please hold your hand,” a voice rang out at that moment.