Fang Yuan instantly pinned a huge accusation on Yang Yan, with an air of righteous indignation and deep disgust, leaving Yang Yan, who was accustomed to all sorts of treacherous faces, quite astonished.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

It was not the sound of hidden weapons.

In the sky, several longswords whizzed by, their piercing sound lingering for a long time.

The sword lights that had originally left surprisingly turned back.

At the forefront, the broad silhouette was the most striking.

"I want to see who dares to disgrace my good brother?"

After the sword lights descended, several figures landed, and they stood in a row in front of Yang Yan.

Everyone wore a broad smile, greeting Yang Yan humbly.

"Yang! Greetings Yang!"

"Yang, what a coincidence!"

"Yang, are you in trouble?"

...

Little Fatty Gu Sheng looked at the scene before him, his mouth agape.

This...

A group of Outer Sect disciples in blue robes were fawning over his master Yang Yan?

Yang Yan had just entered the Outer Sect, right?

This is too unbelievable!

Yang Yan scrutinized them and found that the group led by Third Prince Long Jie were indeed the powerful aristocrats.

Long Jie faced him with a grin, and the young master Xu Jie from a Marquis Mansion with past grudges against him, needless to say.

Seeing Yang Yan not responding to their gaze, the few individuals felt awkward themselves.

Especially Xu Jie, who wanted to regain some face in front of Yang Yan, turned around and shouted:

"Who dares to be so ignorant? Daring to offend my Yang brother? Are you tired of living? Is it you? Or you?!"

As he spoke, Xu Jie unleashed his peak fifth-stage Qi Cultivation completely.

Very tacitly, more than ten aristocrats behind him also turned and displayed their realms.

A row of peak fifth-stage Qi Cultivation.

Third Prince Long Jie had even half a foot into the sixth stage!

In an instant, Fang Yuan and Martial Artist Wu’s faces turned green! 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Martial Artist Wu had long seen their extraordinariness, shaking his head furiously like a rattle drum, repeatedly saying:

"It’s none of my business, it’s none of my business!"

Every disciple able to reside in the Inner Sect’s three hundred Marquis Mansions was not simple, at least equally at the fifth stage, one could fight two, or even three ordinary Outer Sect disciples.

However, making him face a bunch of tough guys, this Martial Artist Wu declared he truly had no friendship with Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan threw a gloomy glance at Martial Artist Wu, a hint of contempt in his gaze, seeming to despise his timidity.

He then turned to Xu Jie, slowly straightened his chest, lifted his proud head, and stared directly at him, saying:

"I am the master of the two hundred and ninety-third mansion, you have intruded into Ten Thousand Mountains. Do you not regard our three hundred brothers at Ten Thousand Mountains?"

"My elder brother ranks at the one hundred and thirty-eight mansion at Ten Thousand Mountains, do you know that?"

Fang Yuan’s words carried an implicit threat.

As he said this, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Xu Jie.

He was pressuring Xu Jie to yield!

"Oh? Your brother is at the one hundred and thirty-eight mansion?"

Long Jie behind Xu Jie suddenly took interest.

He stepped forward a few paces, instructing Fang Yuan like a junior, patting him on the shoulder, and kindly saying:

"You, it’s forgivable that you disregard others, but offending Yang, that’s your mistake. You say your brother is at the one hundred and thirty-eight mansion?"

Fang Yuan clenched his fist tightly, the veins popping out.

He hadn’t expected this wouldn’t suppress the group.

Didn’t they know what ranking one hundred and thirty-eight among the Inner Sect’s three hundred Marquis Mansions meant?

To know, among the tens of thousands of Outer Sect disciples, his brother ranked in the top two hundred, a superlative existence!

"Yes! Do you still intend to stand up for this kid?!"

Fang Yuan suddenly turned to Yang Yan, and said disdainfully:

"Don’t think just because there are many people..."

"Bam!"

Just as Fang Yuan spoke halfway, a beam of light flew over, forcefully silencing his words.

The next moment, the other half of his face also rapidly swelled and reddened.

Fang Yuan directly froze on the spot.

Long Jie looked around, leisurely retracted his right hand with a satisfied expression:

"Now it’s symmetrical! Good, good, the force was just right."

By the sound of it, it seemed this slap was merely playing around.

After Long Jie moved his hand, the remaining aristocrats swarmed over, surrounding Fang Yuan alone.

Facing more than ten experts of equal realm, even someone like Fang Yuan was rendered speechless.

He could only stand there, his legs trembling slightly, pointing at Long Jie before him, stammering:

"You... you all..."

Boom!

Long Jie, without warning, raised his leg and kicked forcefully.

"We what?"

Poor Fang Yuan couldn’t even finish his sentence, landing flat on his back, clutching his stomach on the ground unable to regain his composure.

Clang clang clang...

More than ten longswords simultaneously unsheathed, the sharp blades hovered above Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan, even with a belly full of resentment, was forced to swallow it down, not daring to utter a single protest.

"Bah!"

Long Jie spat fiercely at Fang Yuan on the ground, kicked him with his foot, and said gleamingly:

"Kid, you said your brother is the master of the one hundred and thirty-eighth mansion. Do you know who my Yang brother is?"

With a swollen pig-face, Fang Yuan shamefully wished to find a hole to crawl into.

After hearing Long Jie’s words, he indignantly exclaimed:

"How would I know who he is?!"

"He’s the Dao Sacred..."

Xu Jie’s sentence abruptly halted, his eyes darted sideways, quickly turning to Yang Yan apologetically:

"Yang... Yang, I’m sorry, in a moment of urgency I almost let slip, please forgive."

The sect had long issued a gag order, forbidding anyone who knew Yang Yan was a Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body from speaking out.

Otherwise, there was only one consequence—

Death!

Before a Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body, the mere lives of a few Outer Sect disciples amounted to nothing!

"Dao Sacred Body?! He’s the legendary son of the Dao, the holder of the Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body?!"

However, the quick-thinking Fang Yuan already guessed Xu Jie’s original words beneath him!

At this moment, his complexion turned pale, just as he saw Yang Yan shaking his head, appearing indifferent.

For the moment, his lips turned bluish-purple!

Xu Jie could not swallow the remaining words, turning to exchange a glance with Long Jie.

Without consulting Fang Yuan’s opinion, he sought Yang Yan’s permission:

"Yang, this boy overheard our conversation, has already leaked the secret. Shall we help you deal with him?"

Yang Yan still maintained an indifferent attitude, nodding casually:

"Handle him as you see fit, just a trivial matter, I’ll go check out the new residence first."

Xu Jie pointed at Fang Yuan and Martial Artist Wu, saying solemnly:

"Yes! Don’t worry Yang, these two will never appear before you again!"

Martial Artist Wu’s face changed dramatically, immediately trying to rush down the mountain path.

Two sharp-eyed aristocrats sprang up, wielding swords as they rushed forward.