"Hae! Hae!" The disciples in the outer court yell as they practice, their moves coordinated through hard work.

  As Tianling admires their work while passing by, a figure suddenly appears in the air a few meters above him. She instantly releases her aura in an attempt to intimidate the unknown guest who has brought her disciple home.

  "Shi-" Murong beams jumping in the air to fly to her when Tianling grabs the back of the neck of his robes and tugs him by his side. "-fu."

  "Elder Biyu!" the outer disciples who were practicing chorus bowing and saluting to the female standing in the air glaring at Tianling.

  "Who are you? Why are you with Murong Bin?"

  "Oh, this kid?" Tianling whirls around, throwing Murong at his master and then dusting his sleeves and hands. "He invited himself into my home. I am just returning what doesn't belong to me," Tianling says with a smile.

  "I'm sorry for embarrassing you, Shifu. I didn't-"

  "Shut up. We'll talk about you later." Her eyes descend on Tianling. "You! Explain yourself before-"

  "Could you please come down so we can end this strange relationship we share? I have a lot of things to do at the mansion."

  His words ignite the flames inside Elder Biyu. They come burning through her meridians and spreading outwards to create a fire phoenix phantom that is twice her size and height.

  It comes with a strong coercion, forcing the outer disciples present at the scene to crumble to their knees.

  "Early stage, Void transformation. Impressive."

  He lifts his right hand, uses a quarter of his qi to create a formation above Elder Biyu's head before crushing her phantom with intense gravitational force.

  Tianling is careful not to extend the field to either Murong or the other weaker disciples, choosing to concentrate only on the proud elder.

  "Have mercy on my Shifu, please," Murong pleads rushing down to where Tianling stands. He offers a deep bow, his reatleneess growing with each passing breath as the grunts of his master fill the ears of everyone present.

  Elder Biyu tries to use her fire to attack the formation while clinging desperately in the air against the great coercion raining down on her, but she cannot even move her arm.

  After struggling for a few more breaths, she flies straight for the ground, crushing into the bricks until they develop cracks.

  "Please! Don't hurt her," Murong begs, pressing his fist in his palm while holding the low bow.

  The outer disciples who were just suffering under their elder's pressure can only watch in fear, petrified on their knees. Their eyes turn unblinking and their mouths speechless at the scene being displayed in front of them.

  The Holy Son is begging a stranger while bowing like that without caring about his reputation where whereas his master is groaning on the ground, squirming like a worm.

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  In a moment of immense shock, everyone around seems to forget that they should call for help.

  Tianling sighs, dropping his hand back to his side and letting the formation disappear.

  A small lesson is enough. Now, it is time for serious business.

  "I have learned that my disciple, Bai Yu, was engaged to your disciple, Murong Bin. Is this true?"

  Elder Biyu tries to raise her head, but the ringing vibrations in her mind won't allow her to focus. Not even her vision.

  "I just came here for the engagement paper, but you not only harmed your own people, but also tried to harm me."

  "Tha-thank y...y...you," Murong stutters, shaken to his core by the pressure he was feeling from the formation despite not being in it.

  He initially thought that Tianling was in the late stages of Void transformation or early stages of immortal transformation, but the gravity formation was stronger than before.

  "Shifu, are you okay?" Murong tries to help her off the ground, but she shoves him away from her.

  Out of nowhere, a deep, loud male voice booms through the air. "Who dares come to my sect and attack my people?"

  In two breaths, another figure appears in the air wearing untainted white robes that are almost as bright as the long beard dancing in the wind.

  Without even enquiring what has happened, he brings his hand forth and gathers his qi before blasting it in Tianling's direction. "Die!"

  "I never knew humans were so unreasonable," Tianling says with heavy disappointment, a thick, strong barrier materializing all around him to block the attack. "Early stage immortal transformation," he mutters as the attack grows fiercer with every intention of killing him.

  'In only two hundred years, even a sect like this can afford an immortal?!'

  He realizes that there is a lot he still doesn't know about the changes that happened after his death.

  "Are you the sect leader?" Tianling asks from behind his barrier.

  "Dead people don't need to know about such things!" the elderly man roars, increasing his attack power. This would be enough to kill and burn a practitioner below the void transformation stage into ashes, but it is nothing compared to a god's power.

  While the attack continues, Tianling realizes a major flaw in the power blasting down at him. It sure feels like an immortal's, but as time progresses, it is weakening.

  He smirks, disappearing from his barrier to make a sudden appearance next to the sect leader. Before the old man can react, Tianling gathers enough qi into his right hand and lands a smack across the old man's face, sending him sprawling to the ground in a loud bang. Rubble flies out in every direction from the impact, leaving behind a noticeable dent in the brick ground.

  "What kind of techniques are you practicing, old man?"

  In a blink, Tianling is standing next to the sect leader who is attempting to get up. "I did not want to fight today but-" *smack* "-you just tried to kill me."

  The older man is thrown to the nearby building by the second slap. And before he can feel his back from the now damaged wall, Tianling appears in front of him and slaps him to the left.

  The inner disciples are now gathering in the air along with he elders after hearing their leader's voice moments earlier.

  They expected to come and find the intruder bleeding to death, but instead, they are witnessing their sect leader being slapped all over the outer court.

  "Protect the sect leader!" an elder yells, diving at Tianling's direction with a ready sword in his hand.

  He stops in the air, holding up the sect leader by the collar of his robes, and glares at the incoming group.

  "Tsk! I'm teaching your leader a lesson here. Stop interrupting."

  Two red petals form in the space between him and the group heading his way.

  They start to spin around each other, creating a vortex of wind that begins to suck in any weapon they wield.

  "Wait!" Some screams as they desperately fight to keep their weapons by attempting to fly in the opposite direction, however, nothing escapes the intent being used in the formation from the petals. From swords to spears, to bows, to dagger, everything is sucked in the vortex and then crushed together to form a big ball of the weapons which is spat at them with immense force.

  It knocks anyone and everyone in its way, clearing at least half of the group without killing any of them.

  Their attacking him is merely to protect their sect leader. Tianling can understand this much as he admires their loyalty, which is why he has spared them from death.

  As for those who have escaped the ball of chaos, he turns the vortex in their direction, changing the flow of air. Instead of sucking, it starts to blow things away.

  "Gaaah!" They scream, flying out in different directions without any control over their bodies.

  The vortex continues moving around until every elder and disciple has been blown away, scattering them on the outer court of their own sect like flies.

  Even if they want to activate the protection array now, the only person who can do it is in the hands of the enemy.

  Tianling takes back the petals, ridding the air of the whirling noise that was distracting him from having a conversation with the white bearded male whose cheeks are swollen. They bear the reddened handprints of the assaulter, leaving him impressed with himself.

  In the past, he relied mostly on his sword, but a few slaps infused with qi are also quite effective.

  "I am here for Bai Yu's engagement paper. If you had chosen to talk to me instead of attacking me, all of this would have been avoided. I have wasted so much time here. Are you ready to talk, sect leader?"

  The elderly man nods, his left cheek so swollen that it is almost poking into his eyes.

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