Chapter 160: The Five Decays of Heaven and Man

Thump!

Tang Yuanming crashed heavily to the ground.

With swollen, red cheeks and blood spilling from his mouth and nose, the slap was by no means light.

The crowd was shocked.

All eyes converged upon Jun Wushuang.

No one had expected that Jun Wushuang would actually dare to strike someone, and moreover right here, in front of everyone, hitting a disciple of the Heavenly Dan Holy Sect.

This... this was simply unbelievable!

"You actually dare to hit me!"

"Do you know who I am?"

Tang Yuanming clutched his cheek, staring at Jun Wushuang in sheer disbelief.

He was an inner sect disciple of the Heavenly Dan Holy Sect, as well as Chu Danqing’s most cherished pupil.

Neither his status nor his standing was something ordinary people could compare to.

And what about Jun Wushuang?

He was merely Yao Wuchen’s disciple.

Yao Wuchen was a cripple, and his disciple was nothing more than trash.

Snap!

Without a second word, Jun Wushuang rushed forward once again, sending Tang Yuanming spinning across the floor like a rolling gourd with a single backhand slap.

"Why wouldn't I dare to hit you?"

"A mere dog is beaten when it misbehaves; what need is there to consult its master?"

"If you dare to babble nonsense again, it won't be as simple as just a slap!"

Alternating left and right, the blows rained down continuously.

Slap after slap directly pummeled Tang Yuanming's face into the shape of a pig's head.

Before long, blood was spurting from all seven of Tang Yuanming’s facial orifices, his face swollen like a pig’s head as he collapsed onto the ground at death's door, breathing out more than he breathed in.

Although he was also at the ninth stage of the Celestial-Human Realm, his strength was worlds apart compared to Jun Wushuang's.

Coupled with Jun Wushuang's fierce and decisive assault, he was given no opportunity to retaliate.

Naturally, he was beaten into the state of a dead dog.

"How audacious! To dare to assault someone within my Profound Yellow Holy Land!"

Xiao Luoyan reacted, her willow-like brows instantly arching in anger as her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent.

Having listened to Tang Yuanming's words, she had already held no fondness for Jun Wushuang and Yao Wuchen.

At this moment, for Jun Wushuang to strike someone right before her eyes made her wrath boil over.

Instantly, the aura of the Marquis Realm surged forth as she launched a powerful counterattack.

However, her assault was blocked by Yao Wuchen.

"Little bastard, how dare you strike my disciple! Today, I will skin you alive and pull out your tendons!"

Chu Danqing was burning with fury, intense murderous intent blazing in his eyes.

Boom!

The formidable pressure of the Martial Emperor Realm instantly pressed down upon Jun Wushuang, akin to the weight of Mount Tai, which would normally be sufficient to crush an ordinary Celestial-Human Realm cultivator flat onto the ground.

Yet, a flash of crimson blood crossed Jun Wushuang's eyes, and a violent surge of killing intent erupted, allowing him to stand firm against this Martial Emperor pressure without yielding an inch.

"Cease!"

Amidst the bristling tension, an authoritative voice rang out.

Immediately afterward, an aura so overwhelming that resistance was impossible descended with a boom.

It caused every single person present to turn pale, struggling to bear the weight of it.

A tall figure materialized out of thin air within the hall.

This was a middle-aged man with a square face.

He had thick eyebrows and large eyes, exuding a natural dignity that required no anger to inspire awe. Dressed in the sacred robes of the Profound Yellow Holy Land, even though he was not actively releasing his power, his saintly pressure still rolled outward like a tidal wave, chilling the hearts of all who felt it.

A Saint!

This was a genuine and powerful Saint.

And his identity was none other than the Holy Master of the Profound Yellow Holy Land!

"Greetings, Profound Yellow Holy Master!"

The crowd’s expressions shifted, and they quickly bowed in salute, not daring to show the slightest carelessness.

Among the ten realms of martial arts, Saints were second only to Great Emperors.

Even across the entire world, they stood as top-tier powerhouses.

"What is the meaning of this?"

The Profound Yellow Holy Master asked in a deep voice.

Though naturally imposing, the depths of his eyes held a profound trace of haggardness and exhaustion.

Clearly, Xiao Chenyu's poisoning had left him mentally and physically drained these past few days.

"Father, the matter is like this!"

Xiao Luoyan hurried forward, painting a one-sided and embellished version of the events.

In her narrative, Jun Wushuang and Yao Wuchen became the primary culprits, while Chu Danqing and Tang Yuanming were cast as the victims.

"Yao Wuchen!"

The Profound Yellow Holy Master shifted his gaze, landing upon Yao Wuchen.

Although he looked like a middle-aged man, his true age had long exceeded a century.

Not only did he recognize Yao Wuchen, but he had also once held high hopes for him.

Unfortunately, heaven envies the brilliant; a single failure in alchemy had caused Yao Wuchen to plummet from grace.

Seeing him again now, the Profound Yellow Holy Master felt a wave of internal sorrow.

As for his second daughter's words, the Profound Yellow Holy Master was naturally discerning enough to separate truth from falsehood.

"Chu Danqing, Yao Wuchen, resolve your personal grievances once you leave the Profound Yellow Holy Land. But here, I do not wish to see such occurrences again."

"Do you both understand?"

Since this was an internal grievance within the Heavenly Dan Holy Sect, it was difficult for the Profound Yellow Holy Master to intervene excessively, so he decided to treat both sides equally.

"We strictly obey the Holy Master's decree!"

With the Profound Yellow Holy Master having spoken, even if Chu Danqing harbored towering rage, he had no choice but to suppress it.

Only, the looks he cast toward Jun Wushuang and Yao Wuchen were filled with deep hatred and fury.

"Everyone gathered here today has come for the Saint Herb."

"Rest assured, this lord never breaks his word, but the prerequisite is that my daughter must be cured."

"Whoever can cure my daughter shall receive the Saint Herb as a gift from my own hands!"

The Profound Yellow Holy Master swept his gaze across the room before speaking in a deep voice.

Between a Saint Herb and his daughter's life, the latter was naturally far more important.

"Holy Master, rest assured, we shall do our utmost!"

Suppressing his anger, Chu Danqing shifted his focus entirely toward the task of healing.

"Time is of the essence; I will spare you the idle talk. Follow me to take a look!"

The Profound Yellow Holy Master nodded, then turned and strode away.

The crowd hurried to follow, though as Chu Danqing passed by Jun Wushuang, he dropped a harsh threat.

"Little bastard, you're dead. The moment you step outside the Holy Land will be your time of death!"

He made no effort to conceal his murderous intent.

Clearly, Jun Wushuang was in trouble.

Yet Jun Wushuang remained entirely indifferent.

"Let's go, let's take a look!"

Jun Wushuang called out to Yao Wuchen, then followed the crowd out of the grand hall and toward Xiao Chenyu's residence.

Before long, Jun Wushuang laid eyes upon Xiao Chenyu.

Xiao Chenyu was supremely beautiful. Even though she had been poisoned and her former radiance was gone, her exquisite and stunning features remained undeniable.

It must be known that Xiao Chenyu was not only the Holy Maiden of the Profound Yellow Holy Land but also ranked among the top ten beauties of the Eastern Region. Even the imperial scions of immortal orthodoxies harbored deep infatuation for her.

However, Xiao Chenyu at this moment was ravaged by poison; her skin was dark and rigid, and a pungent, foul odor emanated from her. The entire person appeared akin to a rotting, stinking mermaid.

Severe!

Extremely severe!

At just a single glance, every alchemist furrowed their brows tightly, recognizing the extreme trickiness of this poison.

"Everyone, I leave this in your hands!"

Pain was evident in the Profound Yellow Holy Master's eyes. Xiao Chenyu was his most beloved daughter, and now that she was poisoned and nearing death’s door, his heart felt as though it were being carved by knives, yet he was utterly helpless.

During these past days, he had tried numerous methods and even invited alchemy saints to intervene, but unfortunately to no avail.

Driven to utter desperation, he had no choice but to issue a public bounty, hoping against hope for a miracle.

Although he knew that a poison which even an alchemy saint could not cure would likely baffle ordinary alchemists as well, what if?

As long as there remained a glimmer of hope, he was unwilling to give up.

"Oh?"

Jun Wushuang lagged slightly behind the crowd, observing Xiao Chenyu through the Purple-Eyed Demonic Pupils.

With just a single glance, he perceived the crux of the matter.

"Could this be... the Five Decays of Heaven and Man?"