Chapter 200: Capturing the Three and Returning to the Hall, Judging Their Crimes with Overwhelming Authority

It felt like being struck by a massive hammer—Peng Yan felt his internal organs shift violently!

Even his heart stopped beating for a brief instant under the weight of that punch before resuming again.

Bang!

He was sent flying three to four zhang away, crashing heavily onto the ground!

Puh!

A large mouthful of blood spewed from his lips as he lay on the ground, his face twisted in pain and filled with disbelief and fear.

That punch…

What if it had landed on his head!?

Yu Xian paused, frowning slightly.

Compared to Zhao Fengjuan, this Peng Yan was far inferior. He couldn’t even withstand a single punch.

He couldn’t continue. One more blow and the man would be crippled or dead. That would bring real trouble.

So Yu Xian merely cast a cold glance at him and redirected his attention, controlling the other vines that roared toward the remaining two men.

Two more vines joined, merging with the existing ones, forming a massive braided vine!

Like a green flood dragon, the vines howled and attacked. Yu Xian stood still, easily multitasking without any sign of stress.

Yang Zhang and Shi Gong instantly felt the pressure multiply!

This wasn’t just one more vine—

It was a terrifying increase in killing power!

When it was just two vines, they could barely defend. But with three braided together, they could hardly breathe under the assault!

Still, the two were mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators. Though their foundations were not as deep as Yu Xian’s, it would take time for him to suppress them with vines alone.

Yu Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, raising a hand to prepare another spell for a swift resolution.

But then—

“Shi Gong! I’ll kill you!!”

Wu Zong’s enraged roar suddenly erupted!

Kneeling under suppression earlier, he had now broken free as the magical restraint faded.

The humiliation, mockery, and suppression he endured boiled over in an instant.

Yu Xian frowned, turning to look.

Wu Zong, eyes bloodshot, waved his hand, and a flying blade shot forth, aiming straight at Shi Gong’s head!

With a hand seal, he conjured blazing flames, forming a great flaming sickle like a fiery dragon slicing toward Shi Gong!

Driven mad with rage, Wu Zong was aiming to kill!

After kneeling under such disgrace for half an incense stick of time, any man would snap.

“You dare kill me, Wu Zong!?”

Shi Gong, already struggling against the vines, was terrified. He frantically formed seals, trying to resist!

But with Yu Xian’s vines already keeping him on edge, how could he fend off another full-force assault?

He could only scream, “If I die, I’m dragging you with me!!”

“Then so be it!”

Wu Zong roared, the flying blade whistling through the air, glowing with bloody light. It was a Grade-4 low-tier magic weapon—not to be underestimated.

The fire sickle was over ten zhang long, blazing down like a dragon!

He held nothing back—he truly wanted to kill Shi Gong.

“Audacious!”

Yu Xian shouted coldly. The vines attacking Shi Gong suddenly split into three:

—One struck the flying blade,

—One intercepted the fire sickle,

—One grabbed the panicked Shi Gong and pulled him to safety.

Boom!

Though the vine was powerful, it was only one, and it shattered on impact with the magic blade. The blade, momentarily halted, flew forward again.

The second vine and the fire sickle both dissipated on impact.

But that moment of delay was enough.

Yu Xian had pulled Shi Gong to his side, and two more vines merged to deflect the second strike from the flying blade, sending it flying.

“Elder!”

The three cultivators turned pale, sweating profusely.

They immediately cried out,

“No! We only followed the Grand Elder’s orders! We never meant to oppose the Discipline Hall!”

“Oh?”

Yu Xian said coldly, “Are you saying the Grand Elder is forming his own Discipline Hall now?”

The three froze, cold sweat pouring, shaking their heads like rattles:

“No! That’s not what we meant at all!”

Yu Xian’s expression chilled.

“If that’s not what you meant, then it must be your own idea. Peng Yan, Shi Gong, Yang Zhang—you three resisted enforcement, assaulted a Protector Disciple, and even dared to attack a Discipline Elder! Then you slandered the Grand Elder as well! For these crimes, according to the sect laws of the Blazing Fire Sect—you shall have your cultivation abolished and be expelled!”

“What!?”

“No! You can’t!”

The three were dumbfounded, and then started struggling madly, spiritual energy erupting from their bodies.

To have their cultivation abolished—it was a death sentence! They had to escape, rules be damned!

After all, bindings meant for Qi Condensation disciples were meaningless to Foundation Establishment cultivators like them.

Yu Xian’s gaze turned frigid.

If they dared break free, he would no longer need to hold back.

This was the moment to assert his authority!

Wu Zong’s gaze was venomous, locked on the trio. If they so much as twitched, he’d strike first and annihilate Shi Gong!

“Stop!”

“Impudence!”

“Hold!”

“Cease your actions!”

Suddenly, several shouts echoed.

Disciples parted as four figures stormed into the Discipline Hall.

Leading them was Luo Fan, along with two late-stage Foundation Elders and one Peak Foundation Elder.

Peng Yan, Shi Gong, and Yang Zhang immediately ceased their spiritual energy flares, crying out:

“Grand Elder! Third Elder! Fifth Elder! Ninth Elder! Please stand up for us!”

Yu Xian remained calm, though the surrounding enforcement disciples looked tense, even stepping back slightly.

Wu Zong, too, lowered his head respectfully.

“Four Elders,” Yu Xian said, voice calm, “May I ask what brings you to my Discipline Hall today?”

Luo Fan stepped forward, glanced at the three, then looked at Yu Xian.

“Elder Yu, these three may have broken sect rules, but abolishing their cultivation and expelling them seems excessive, no?”

“Indeed,” said the Third Elder, Yao Xianjun. “It is not easy to cultivate Foundation disciples. These three are all mid-stage—future late-stage candidates. Such punishment is too harsh!”

“Elder Yu has only just assumed office, and he already acts with such brutality—do you plan to destroy the very foundation of our sect!?”

Fifth Elder Zheng Qing scowled.

“All three Foundation disciples, ruined in one day? Elder Yu, this is savage! What next—are you planning to ruin all of them!? Do you seek to destroy the Blazing Fire Sect!?”

Ninth Elder Qian Sheng thundered with rage.

With four elders pressuring him, the momentum in the hall shifted.

Yu Xian now seemed to be the one cornered!

Thousands of Qi Condensation disciples gathered outside to watch.

The 25 Discipline disciples were trembling with fear.

Protector Wu Zong remained silent, head bowed.

Only one stood unmoved—

The newly appointed Discipline Elder, calm as ever.

He watched them quietly as they barked their accusations, only speaking once their voices had died down.

“Elders, are you here today to obstruct a Discipline Elder from enforcing sect law?”

—In the end, punishment would be decided by Yu Xian’s mood.

He was not in a hurry to return to the hall. Instead, he paraded the three around like a public demonstration.

For a newly appointed Discipline Elder to arrest three mid-stage Foundation disciples on day one—this was unprecedented!

Whether the three were guilty or not was beside the point.

The mere fact that he had the audacity to do this showed terrifying authority.

Most elders wouldn’t dare.

After parading them before thousands of disciples, Yu Xian finally returned to the Discipline Hall.

The previously quiet hall was now bustling with onlookers.

Inside, Wu Zong coldly mocked the three. Though restrained, they could only endure in silence.

They hoped Elder Yu wouldn’t go too far—surely, he wouldn’t dare abolish their cultivation over such a matter…

“Yang Zhang, Shi Gong, Peng Yan—do you admit guilt?”

Yu Xian stood at the center of the hall, voice calm.

Even from outside, everyone listened in silence.

“Elder… we admit our guilt,” Shi Gong bowed first.

Yang Zhang and Peng Yan hesitated, then followed suit.

“What crimes do you admit?”

“I… refused to return my Discipline token, clashed with Protector Wu Zong, and… resisted the elder…”

“You call it a clash?” Wu Zong roared. “You assaulted me! According to Sect Law Article 31, resisting enforcement adds three levels of punishment! Attacking a Discipline Elder—adds another! You should have your cultivation abolished!”

The trio glared at Wu Zong, furious.

Yu Xian turned to Wu Zong, asking lightly, “Would you like to conduct the trial instead?”

“Uh… no, Elder.”

Yu Xian turned back to the trio, expression cold.

“You were expelled from the Discipline Hall but refused to return your token. Are you forming your own branch?”

“No! Absolutely not!”

“Then you refused the token’s return, ganged up on a Protector, and even tried to fight the Elder… I suppose you three intend to take over discipline in the sect.”

His tone grew colder, and Wu Zong nearly laughed in admiration.

This Elder Yu was ruthless with words.

Shi Gong, still tied, trembled in fear and whispered, “T-thank you for saving me, Elder…”

“If I enforce the law, there’s no need to thank me,” Yu Xian replied coldly.

Snap!

Three vines shot forth and coiled into a massive whip, shattering Yang Zhang’s defenses and pulling him into a bind.

One puking blood.

Two tied up.

It all happened in less than five seconds!

The watching disciples—all silent in awe.

This Elder Yu… was truly formidable.

Yu Xian coldly declared, “Seize these three for judgment!”

“Yes!”

The 25 enforcers rushed forward, beaming with excitement.

Though the three could easily break free—even injured—they dared not.

Because if they did, Yu Xian would be justified in killing them on the spot.

“Take them.”

With the three securely bound, Yu Xian turned and led the way back to the hall.

The onlookers stared, expressions solemn.

This new Elder Yu…

He was terrifying—and terrifyingly fair.

If he truly upheld the law, then all two to three thousand Qi Condensation disciples would rejoice.

After all, those who break the rules were usually those with power. Foundation disciples.

And now, things might change…

Someone turned to follow.

Then another.

And then many more, forming a flood behind Yu Xian’s solemn figure…

And elsewhere, other Foundation disciples watched grimly.

One whispered,

“Notify the Grand Elder—if we don’t intervene, that Elder Yu might really destroy their cultivation!”

“Go!”

Another turned and sprinted toward the rear mountain.

The others hurried after Yu Xian.

All wondering—

What will this new Discipline Elder do next?