Chapter Twenty-Seven: Every One of Them Is Truly Talented

Wan Yi’s few scattered phrases in Cantonese instantly left the fat man thoroughly bewildered. Having cultivated for more than twenty years, he had never heard such a language before.

Glancing at his expression, Wan Yi immediately sensed something was amiss.

Raising his chubby hand, he pointed at Wan Yi and said, “Kid, I don’t understand a word you’re saying, but I know it can’t be anything good! Are you insulting me?”

Seeing the man wear a look of “I know the truth now,” Wan Yi couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

The fat man, upon witnessing this, became even more convinced of his suspicion and was about to lose his temper, but his anger was extinguished by Zhou Tong’s coquettish hum.

Zhou Tong scolded, “Second Senior Brother, Wan Yi was just accepted by my father as an outer disciple. Don’t bully him, or I won’t forgive you!”

The fat man saw Zhou Tong was somewhat angry and quickly coaxed her, “Junior Sister, don’t be mad. It’s Second Senior Brother’s fault. Please don’t tell Master!”

Zhou Tong glanced at him and gave him a look that said, “Better behave,” then turned to Wan Yi and said, “Xiao Yi Yi, he is my father’s direct disciple and your Second Senior Brother. You should show him some respect.”

Hearing Zhou Tong mention that this man was Zhou Shuo’s direct second disciple, Wan Yi immediately connected the dots with someone he had heard of before.

Zhou Zihao—early Golden Core cultivator, direct second disciple of Dan Peak Sect Leader Zhou Shuo.

Realizing he would have to stay in Dan Peak for some time and that making enemies lightly was unwise, Wan Yi decided to take the hint and back down gracefully.

He changed his expression and clasped his fists toward Zhou Zihao with a smile: “Junior Brother greets Second Senior Brother. It’s our first meeting; I hope Second Senior Brother will kindly look after me in the future.”

The fat man had no intention of quarreling and, seeing Zhou Tong was involved, nodded at Wan Yi, adopting a senior brotherly demeanor.

“Hmm, since you have already joined our Dan Peak Sect, you must cultivate diligently and not bring shame to Dan Peak.”

Wan Yi quickly responded, “Second Senior Brother’s admonition is well taken.”

At this moment, Zhou Tong could no longer bear it. She stepped forward, grabbed the fat man’s ear, twisted it hard, and scolded, “So you want to act tough? Let me teach you a lesson! Among all the senior brothers, you have the lowest cultivation. Should I pass on your ‘diligent cultivation’ advice to my father?”

The fat man’s face immediately fell, losing his previous solemn expression. With a playful grin, he said, “Ouch! Junior Sister, please let go! You’re about to tear off my ear!”

Seeing Zhou Tong unmoved, he cast a pleading look at Wan Yi. “Junior Brother, good junior brother, please help me beg Junior Sister!”

Wan Yi finally understood that Zhou Zihao was a carefree, easygoing fellow, though not a bad person.

Just as he was about to plead on his behalf, Zhou Tong interrupted, “Xiao Yi Yi, don’t plead for him.”

With that, she twisted the fat man’s ear again, making him grimace.

“Second Senior Brother, today Wan Yi officially joined the sect. As a senior brother, shouldn’t you give him an initiation gift?”

Eventually, Zhou Zihao handed Wan Yi a bottle of fourth-grade pills, ending the matter.

After accepting such a generous gift, Wan Yi naturally could not let the other lose face.

He stepped between the two, separating Zhou Tong and Zhou Zihao, and shifted the topic: “Second Senior Brother, you just said you’re quite well-informed. I’m new here and lack insight. Could you tell me which sects these people belong to?”

Sure enough, his question piqued Zhou Tong’s interest as well.

Seeing them both eagerly watching him, Zhou Zihao wore a smug expression, puffed out his chest, and said, “You asked the right person today. I’ll take you to see for yourselves.”

With that, he led them to the center of the square.

Hiding within the crowd, he pointed at three factions not far away: “See those three groups? They belong to the Happiness Sect, the Reincarnation Gate, and the War God Hall.

Within the Five Continents, these three sects may not be top-tier, but they have the most stories.”

At this, Zhou Zihao gave a mischievous grin.

Wan Yi whispered after hearing this, “Happiness Sect? That name doesn’t sound like a righteous sect at all.”

Zhou Zihao gave a sly smile, thumbs up, and nodded, “Junior Brother, you do have some insight!”

Leaning closer to Wan Yi and Zhou Tong, he lowered his voice and grinned wickedly, “Honestly, the things they do in their sect wouldn’t even qualify them as a righteous sect.

But their sect leader is a sycophant—always kowtowing to the top three sect leaders of the righteous path with rare treasures and spirit stone mines. In the end, the Happiness Sect actually got accepted among the righteous sects.”

Wan Yi blurted out a curse, “Damn! That’s even possible?!”

Zhou Zihao chuckled, “What’s wrong with that? If you had the money, you could do it too!”

Zhou Tong asked, “Second Senior Brother, you said they have the most stories. What kind of stories?”

Zhou Zihao’s face turned red with embarrassment. “Junior Sister, that’s a bit delicate. You’re a girl; it’s better you don’t know.”

Zhou Tong pouted, “You fatso! Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I’ll tell my father!”

Zhou Zihao immediately backed down, “Alright, alright, I’ll tell you. But don’t regret it!”

He glanced around furtively, then lowered his voice cautiously: “Listen up. They’re called the Happiness Sect, and as the name suggests, you can guess what they’re about.

Within their sect, it’s total chaos: masters with disciples, disciples with sect leaders—common occurrences.

Even more intense are the relationships—male with female, male with male, female with female, and they even have little animals involved!”

Pointing to a group of young disciples dressed in apricot yellow robes, he said, “See those? They’re the outstanding younger generation of the Happiness Sect.

The male disciples are Ji Boda, Chen Ze, Itou Makoto, and Xiao Jibo.

The females are Liu Ruyan, Shen Youchu, Yu Youwei, and Mu Wanqing.

These guys are wild—today he’s with her, tomorrow she’s with him, the next day he’s with her, and the day after, he’s with him and her. It’s just complicated beyond words!”

Zhou Tong’s jaw nearly dropped in shock, but Wan Yi felt increasingly uneasy and thought, “Damn, these names sound way too familiar!”

Just then, the fat man continued, “See those guys at the War God Hall? They call themselves the ‘Fated Sons’ or something like that. The leader is Long Aotian, and the other four are Xiao Chen, Chu Feng, Ye Fan, and Lin Xiao.”

Zhou Tong looked in the direction he pointed and asked with a puzzled expression, “Why do they all have crooked mouths?!”

Zhou Zihao laughed, “Junior Sister, that’s not a crooked mouth; that’s the ‘devilish smile’—the trademark of the War God Hall’s Fated Sons!”

Wan Yi, who had remained silent, was about to curse internally: “Damn, they even got the crooked mouths perfect—Xiao, Chu, Ye, Lin, Long!”

At that moment, Zhou Zihao went on, “See over there?”

Zhou Tong asked, “You mean those disabled guys?”

Zhou Zihao nodded repeatedly, “Yes, yes, those four in wheelchairs!”

To be continued...