Chapter 55: The Number One Flame-Thrower of the Profound Heaven Sect

Misty Peak.

After seven consecutive days, Li Wudao finally paused his tedious cultivation.

"Why hasn't the old man returned yet? Could he actually be in some kind of trouble?"

The young man lay on a rocking chair, feeling utterly bored.

In the vast Misty Peak, he was the only living soul, making the place exceptionally desolate.

Li Wudao tilted his head, gazing absently into the pristine, azure sky.

After a long while, he sighed and stood up.

Everything was fine in this world, but once you had nothing to do, it became overwhelmingly dull.

"I wonder how Lin Yan has been doing lately. Has he been bullied by anyone..."

Li Wudao decided to go out for a stroll, intending to check on Lin Yan along the way.

After all, he was the Child of Destiny, so it was necessary to maintain close ties.

Besides, he happened to have some idle resources on hand, which he could invest to reap massive returns.

With this thought in mind, Li Wudao headed down the mountain toward the outer disciples' quarters.

Before long, he arrived at the residential area for the outer disciples.

Rows of blue-tiled houses stood side by side, plain and monotonous, vastly different from the privileged quarters of the inner core disciples.

Just then, the faint sounds of fighting and cursing drifted over from not far away.

"What is that noise?"

Li Wudao frowned slightly. Why did this shouting sound so familiar?

It seemed... it seemed to belong to that fellow Lin Yan!

"Damn it, don't tell me this kid is getting beaten up again..."

A slight shock went through Li Wudao's heart as he hurried over with a mixture of apprehension.

Shortly after, following the source of the sound, he arrived at a corner of a secluded courtyard.

Li Wudao leaped onto the courtyard wall, stood on the eaves, and cast his gaze downward.

He was momentarily left speechless.

His premonition was spot on. At that moment, Lin Yan was cornered by five people and subjected to a round-robin beating.

Although Lin Yan was constantly fighting back, two fists were no match for four hands. Furthermore, being reduced to a good-for-nothing at present, he simply lacked the strength to retaliate.

Faced with a barrage of attacks like falling rain, he was soon beaten black and blue, spitting out bloody foam.

However, though he was thoroughly outmatched in physical combat, he achieved a complete victory on the psychological front.

"Fuck your ancestors!"

"Damn it, a bunch of bastards, if you've got the guts, beat me to death!"

"Screw your great-uncle #@..."

Though he was on the receiving end of the beating the entire time, his mouth spewed foul language without a pause, roaring with a force that shook the surroundings and never stopping for a single second.

The most outrageous part was that not a single curse word was ever repeated.

"..."

As for the assaulting disciples, their complexions turned ashen, and even with five of them, they quickly fell into a rout.

They simply couldn't out-curse him. No matter what, they were no match for his verbal onslaught.

Li Wudao was dumbfounded by the sight.

Why hadn't he noticed before that Lin Yan possessed such talent in this area?

Good grief, a one-man verbal army achieving an overwhelming victory.

Undoubtedly, the undisputed champion talker of the Profound Heavenly Sect was none other than him.

"Damn it, I was so busy watching the show that I forgot to help..."

Li Wudao slapped his forehead, feeling rather awkward.

It was all too easy to get drawn in by Lin Yan's flamboyant trash talk.

With a cold look at the assailants below, he didn't hesitate and leaped straight down from the eaves.

These individuals were all in their early twenties and looked unfamiliar. Judging by their attire, they should be senior outer disciples from previous years.

With such status and strength, he naturally felt no scruples whatsoever; beating them up casually would suffice.

Damn it, mere five punks dare to beat my "cash cow"?

Thinking to himself, Li Wudao charged in and delivered a flying kick.

"Bang—"

Accompanied by a muffled grunt, one of the young men was sent flying, crashing face-first into the mud.

The other four fared no better; knocked off balance by the shockwave, they tumbled to the ground and rolled twice before coming to a stop, looking thoroughly wretched.

"Li... Brother Li! Why are you here?"

Catching sight of the youth, Lin Yan wiped a smear of blood from his nose, surprise flashing in his eyes.

"If I hadn't come, you would've been beaten to death..."

Li Wudao muttered internally, rendered speechless.

Was the opening act for this good-for-nothing protagonist really this oppressive? He was either being mocked or getting severely beaten.

At this rate, who knew how long it would take to see Lin Yan rise to prominence.

"Hehe, it's nothing... My skin is thick and I can take a beating."

Lin Yan offered a foolish grin.

Facing Li Wudao, he was like a completely different person—resembling a well-behaved, innocent neighborhood boy, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to the image he projected just moments ago.

Lin Yan's lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something more.

Li Wudao pressed a hand to his forehead, cutting him off: "Your nosebleed... you should wipe your nosebleed."

"Huh?"

Lin Yan looked down and saw that his nosebleed was already stringing down, almost dripping onto his chest.

His face flushed instantly, and he hurriedly wiped it clean.

Meanwhile, the five outer disciples had also snapped out of their daze, staring at Li Wudao with a mixture of shock and fury.

"Damn it, was it you punk who kicked me just now?"

The young man got up while holding his waist, wincing in pain as he cursed and spat out the dirt from his mouth.

Then, cursing under his breath, he swung his fists, preparing to teach the youngster a lesson.

"Don't! That kid is an inner core disciple; try not to start a conflict."

Nearby, another disciple with sharp eyes noticed the anomaly and stopped the young man.

Hearing this, the group's expressions shifted slightly, and they began whispering among themselves.

"Judging by his age, and the fact that he knows Lin Yan, he must be a newly promoted inner core disciple. He probably poses no real threat."

"Best not to make a move. After all, he holds the status of an inner core disciple, and if we injure him, dealing with the aftermath will be very troublesome."

"What should we do now?"

"Let's just leave. Anyway, the task assigned from above is mostly completed."

Soon, the five of them reached a consensus and prepared to swagger away.

"You beat up my brother, and you still want to leave?"

Li Wudao blocked their path, his gaze cold.

Seeing this, their expressions darkened as they glared furiously.

"Don't be so arrogant, kid. If you know what's good for you, get out of the way, or else... you're going to regret it!"

"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, or we'll beat you up just the same!"

"That's right, push us too far and it won't matter even if you are an inner core disciple."

With that, the five rolled up their sleeves and put on fierce expressions, ready to throw punches at the slightest provocation.

A sharp glint flashed in Li Wudao's eyes.

It seemed these people had someone backing them up; otherwise, they would never dare to threaten an inner core disciple.

"Wu Shaotian?"

Naturally, this person came to mind. The last time Lin Yan was beaten, the shadow of the young sect master had been involved.

Could it be that he was pulling the strings behind the scenes once again?

Frowning, Li Wudao decided to probe these individuals, hoping to uncover some clues.

"Get lost!"

Suddenly, a hot-tempered youth reached out, intending to forcefully push him aside.

Li Wudao had no intention of coddling him and instantly rewarded him with a slap.

With a crisp crack, the youth fell flat to the ground, unconscious without a sound, drifting off into a sleep as peaceful as an infant's.

"Damn it, have you gone mad? Get him!"

The other four couldn't believe their eyes, followed by a surge of furious rage as they all lunged forward.

In the outer disciples' domain, it had always been the five brothers bullying others; never had they suffered such humiliation.

Now that this youngster had slapped them across the face, they had to retaliate, even if he was an inner core disciple.

Faced with the converging attacks of the four, Li Wudao sneered and stepped forward to hand out slaps one by one.

These people were merely at the Blood-Consolidating Realm; how could they possibly be his match?

In a flash, all of them were knocked flat on their backs on the ground, three of them knocked out cold.

The only conscious youth was at a slightly higher realm, which was why he hadn't fallen completely asleep yet.

Li Wudao shook his hands, preparing to walk over and deliver another slap.

Unexpectedly, the youth glared fiercely at him and threatened:

"Kid, if you've got the guts, don't run. Have the capability to go toe-to-toe with my big brother."

Li Wudao looked at him with disdain and couldn't be bothered to say much.

Seeing that the youngster didn't fall for this routine, the youth's expression shifted, and he tried to provoke him with bravado:

"I can see you're just scared. Figures, trash like you wouldn't even withstand a single punch from my big brother."

At these words, Li Wudao couldn't help but chuckle with amusement.

"Fine, I'll wait right here. I'll give you a quarter of an hour to go fetch this so-called big brother of yours."

Naturally aware of the other party's intentions, he simply wanted to see what kind of character stood behind them.

"This fool actually fell for it!"

A triumphant, cold smirk crept onto the youth's lips as he scrambled to his feet, turning back to taunt him while running away:

"Wait for your death! Don't you run away... Go buy your coffin..."