Chapter 122

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Chapter 122: A Gentleman Takes Revenge Without Delay

Wang Jun glanced at the plaque above the cave, then leaped up and kicked it to pieces.

As he turned to leave, the surrounding people lowered their heads and stepped aside, not daring to block his way.

Watching him go, Yi Qianmo clenched his fists and said, “I’ll come for you!”

“Hmm?”

Wang Jun stopped but didn’t look back. “If you’re not afraid to die, come find me at the eighth level of the Heavenly Lord’s Cave.”

He paused before adding, “According to the rules, this cave is no longer yours. If you dare step inside, I’ll kill you on the spot. And if you knock on another cave’s door, I’ll come knocking on yours. You’d better go down the mountain and set up a tent quietly, or else…”

The bystanders remained silent, but they all understood—Wang Jun was clearly forcing Yi Qianmo out, making it impossible for him to stay at Tao School.

As for Yi Qianmo’s bold words, no one took them seriously. He had already lost today; unless he trained hard for a few years, how could he possibly stand a chance against Wang Jun?

If he went to Wang Jun’s door, he would only make a fool of himself.

Most people dismissed Yi Qianmo’s words as nothing more than empty boasting from someone unwilling to accept defeat.

Because of this, the crowd gradually dispersed. While they didn’t dislike Yi Qianmo as much as before, no one was close enough to comfort him.

Only one person remained—Wu Tianhao. He stepped forward and handed Yi Qianmo a pill. “This is a healing pill. Crush it and apply it to your wound; it’ll stop the bleeding quickly.”

Yi Qianmo took it without a word, crushed it, and sprinkled it over his wound. As his spiritual power circulated, the injury on his arm soon healed.

“There’s something I need your help with, Brother Wu,” Yi Qianmo said.

Wu Tianhao was surprised but quickly nodded. “Brother Yi, just say the word. I’ll help however I can. But… I still think you should let this go. Even with Professor Zhou backing you, Wang Jun has close ties to a Deputy Master.”

“Deputy Master?”

Yi Qianmo chuckled. “If I follow the rules and knock on his door, what can the Deputy Master do to me?”

Wu Tianhao’s eyes widened. “Wait… Brother Yi, are you seriously planning to knock on his door? You saw Wang Jun’s strength today—if you really go tomorrow, wouldn’t that be—”

“Bringing trouble upon myself?” Yi Qianmo smirked. “Not necessarily. I just wanted to ask if I could borrow your cave for the night.”

Wu Tianhao was speechless. Anyone else would’ve been scolded for making such a request. But recalling how Yi Qianmo had helped him the previous day and held no grudges, he agreed.

He led Yi Qianmo to his cave, gave him a few instructions, and then left.

Inside the cave, the spiritual energy was rich—it was clear that Wu Tianhao had spent a long time cultivating here. But Yi Qianmo had no intention of absorbing its energy.

He pulled out two Body Origin Fixing Pills and swallowed them in one go. As the medicine entered his body, a surge of powerful energy spread through him.

Meanwhile, news of Yi Qianmo’s defeat at Wang Jun’s hands spread rapidly throughout the inner mansion.

Professor Zhou’s first reaction upon hearing it was anger. He shot to his feet, ready to confront Wang Jun, but Deacon Wang quickly stopped him.

“Professor, you mustn’t touch Wang Jun. He’s the nephew of Deputy Master Wang, a powerful Golden Core cultivator!”

Professor Zhou hesitated. He wasn’t afraid of the Deputy Master, but he recalled Yi Qianmo’s attitude today.

“That brat may be talented, but he’s too arrogant. A little setback will do him some good.”

Letting out a sigh, Professor Zhou thought, Let him struggle. When he finds himself cornered, he’ll eventually use that token to enter the Pill Pavilion.

He realized he had been too eager in trying to recruit Yi Qianmo. Now, he decided to step back and let the boy learn his lesson.

However, this patience sent the wrong message. To outsiders, it seemed as if Professor Zhou wasn’t willing to offend a Deputy Master for Yi Qianmo’s sake.

With that misunderstanding, any lingering concern about Yi Qianmo’s backing quickly faded.

Especially Professor Yu, who had been in a foul mood all day—until he heard the news. A sinister smile spread across his face.

“You little bastard,” he muttered, his eyes glinting with malice. “You had your moment, made me suffer three hundred lashes, and cost me my position as Deputy Hall Master of the Punishment Hall. If I don’t get revenge, how can I continue to hold my head high at Tianyuan Academy?”

Wu Qing, standing beside him, asked, “Professor, what should we do next? Professor Zhou clearly doesn’t want to offend the Deputy Master over Yi Qianmo. This is a great opportunity for us.”

“We’re not going to do anything yet,” Professor Yu said coldly. “With Wang Jun around, that brat won’t last long at Tao School. And Professor Zhou wouldn’t really send him to the Pill Pavilion, would he?”

Professor Yu smiled and said, “If both the Tao School and the Pill Pavilion don’t want him, he won’t be able to stay in the inner mansion either. If he ends up in the outer mansion or gets kicked out completely, we’ll have plenty of opportunities!”

Meanwhile, Su Muyu also received the news, but she didn’t give it much thought. In her opinion, Professor Zhou handled the situation wisely.

Yi Qianmo, however, was too proud. He needed to rein in his sharpness and learn to be more cautious—at the very least, he should understand the importance of respect.

Several hours later, inside Wu Tianhao’s cave, the sword energy around Yi Qianmo gradually merge. With the help of two Body Origin Fixing Pills, he successfully broke through to the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage, reaching its peak. However, he used the Yandang Formula to compress his spiritual power to the early eighth level.

During these hours, his fading consciousness had also fully recovered. Though the wound on his arm had been deep, thanks to his sword body’s healing ability, it had now healed, leaving only a faint scar.

More importantly, Yi Qianmo discovered that his Psychic Power Well was no longer empty—it now held enough psychic power to cover the bottom.

“Wang Jun, I’m coming!”

Yi Qianmo stepped out of the cave.

Wu Tianhao had been waiting outside. He hadn’t expected Yi Qianmo to come out until the next day, so he was surprised and asked, “Brother Yi, what’s going on?”

“I’m going to find Wang Jun and give him what he deserves!”

With that, Yi Qianmo headed straight for the eighth level.

Wu Tianhao was speechless.

He quickly caught up and whispered, “Brother Yi, calm down. A gentleman knows that revenge can wait. If you go now, you’ll just embarrass yourself!”

What he didn’t know was that Yi Qianmo had only lost to Wang Jun earlier because he was weakened. Under normal circumstances, their fight would have ended in a draw.

But now, after reaching the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage, his strength had increased once again. He had no reason to fear Wang Jun anymore.

Hearing Wu Tianhao’s words, Yi Qianmo turned back and said, “A gentleman takes revenge without delay!”

Wu Tianhao was speechless.

He could only watch as Yi Qianmo marched toward the eighth level—but he still followed him.

Along the way, Yi Qianmo’s determined expression caught the attention of many Tao School disciples, and they started trailing behind as well.

Wu Tianhao soon realized that Yi Qianmo was serious about seeking revenge.

But he had just lost to Wang Jun in the morning, and now he was challenging him again in the evening—wasn’t this just asking for humiliation?