The Ultimate Divine Class

But the next second, his face quickly darkened again.

"Regain what face? I've never lost anything."

Master Liudao Yuan hummed softly, turning his face away.

Lu Yuan stood up and opened all the tightly closed curtains in the room. Only then did he get a good look at Master Liudao Yuan's current condition.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, his right arm grotesquely twisted. Flesh hung loose, revealing a dense network of power cables underneath. Some were even broken, with blue sparks sporadically flickering from them. The left leg of his pants was empty; his artificial limb was missing. It seemed he was also hurt in the chest; his clothes were still soaked with blood.

Feeling Lu Yuan's gaze, Master Liudao Yuan smirked and said, "There's nothing to see, just two broken prosthetics. I already sent Liu Si to get some replacements. Those two toads each got kicked hard by me. They probably aren't better off than me. I'm sure they're vomiting blood right now..."

Hmm, still talking tough. It appears his injuries aren't that serious.

Lu Yuan took a quick look around the room, focusing his gaze on one spot. He walked over, picked up a bottle of fruit soda from the shelf, pulled it open, and handed it to Master Liudao Yuan.

"Start talking. What happened?"

Lu Yuan took a seat across from Master Liudao Yuan, looking at him.

Master Liudao Yuan was holding the soda Lu Yuan had given him with his intact left hand. Just as he was about to drink, upon hearing Lu Yuan's words, he suddenly crushed the can with a CRUNCH. The soda inside quickly spilled out through his fingers.

"What could it be? Nothing more than some people being unhappy with our Crane Sect, wanting to crush us." Master Liudao Yuan spoke with a cold tone, fierce light shimmering in his eyes, looking like he wanted to devour someone.

"Any suspects?"

Lu Yuan got him another bottle of soda and handed it to him.

"Yes." Master Liudao Yuan took the soda, not crushing it this time, and took a light sip.

"Who?" Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed, asking eagerly.

Master Liudao Yuan shook his head. "Too many. I'm not sure who it is exactly."

...

Fine.

Lu Yuan decided to give up looking for clues from Master Liudao Yuan. It would be better to investigate on his own.

The room fell silent for a while.

Lu Yuan's gaze unintentionally fell again on Master Liudao Yuan's twisted right arm and the empty left leg. He asked, "So, how do you plan to retaliate?"

"How else could I?" Master Liudao Yuan's eyes flashed fiercely as he said coldly, "Of course, by paying them back one by one."

"Then I'll take you there now." Lu Yuan got up from his chair.

But Master Liudao Yuan stopped him.

"Not now." Master Liudao Yuan shook his head. "The competition officially starts tomorrow. If you go seeking revenge now, chances are you'll be disqualified. The main reason for our visit here is for you to gain practical experience, make it to the top sixteen, and earn the ticket to Martial Saint Island.... Don't stir up trouble before completing our goal."

"When you were causing trouble a few days ago, you didn't worry about being disqualified," Lu Yuan looked at him, stating calmly.

"You said it yourself, it was me." Master Liudao Yuan said, "I'm not participating in the competition, so what should I be afraid of? Plus, the so-called Saint Messenger from Penglai hadn't arrived yet a few days ago. But it's different now. That guy specializes in playing favorites. Causing trouble now would just make it easier for them to manipulate you. And besides....."

Master Liudao Yuan paused, then continued, "Though your current strength is not bad, you've only just entered the True Intention level not long ago. You'd be at a disadvantage against those old-school Sect Master-level opponents."

Lu Yuan watched him quietly, his gaze wandering over his wounds, then suddenly asked, "So...just let it slide for now?"

Master Liudao Yuan nodded. "Yes, let it slide for now. Hold it back for a while....." He let out a sigh and finished off the soda in his hand in one gulp. Even though he was drinking soda, it felt like he was drowning in the bitterness of drinking alcohol.

"Wait until you get on the stage tomorrow. If you run into those bastards, then you can teach them a lesson for me."

"Alright. As you wish." Lu Yuan sighed slightly and nodded.

Since Liu, the one involved, had swallowed this humiliation, there was nothing more he could say.

The night was tranquil and deep.

On the pedestrian path of the villa area, the streetlights illuminated, casting a soft and delicate light.

CREAK, CREAK—

The sound of wheels rolling disturbed a cat lying at the side of the road, which quickly darted into a nearby bush.

Under the streetlight, a strong figure pushing a wheelchair stopped in front of a brightly lit villa.

"Who's there?!"

The figure's presence caught the attention of two burly young men guarding the gate of the villa, who yelled to drive him away. "This is the rest area of the South Star Sect! If you have no business here, get going!"

But neither the man pushing the wheelchair nor the man sitting in it seemed to react to the guards' shouts.

"I've always said...the more you endure, the angrier you become; the more you back down, the more you feel wronged." Lu Yuan lowered his head and quietly said to Master Liudao Yuan sitting in the wheelchair, "See, I knew you couldn't swallow this humiliation."

"Bullshit!" Sitting in the wheelchair, Master Liudao Yuan seemed to be in a state of extreme excitement. He cursed, his robotic eyes flickering with blue light. "If you had told me earlier that you're already this strong, and that you have a way to bypass this damn competition and get the ticket to Martial Saint Island directly, would I have swallowed this humiliation?!"

HA HA HA!

As he spoke, Master Liudao Yuan burst into laughter again. He seemed to be on the verge of dancing excitedly.

"Alright, alright." Lu Yuan crouched down to check on Master Liudao Yuan's condition and his complexion. He asked, "Are your injuries okay? I might not be able to protect you if a fight breaks out. What if someone catches you off guard and holds you hostage to force me to surrender..."

"Quit fussing!" Master Liudao Yuan laughed and scolded back, "I'm in excellent condition right now. Even if that good-for-nothing messenger from Penglai comes today, I can kick him in his ass before I go."

"That's good." Lu Yuan nodded, reassured. With his eyelids half lowered, he whispered softly, "Don't worry, Master. Today... I'll only use the techniques of the Crane Sect."

A blue light flashed in Master Liudao Yuan's eyes.

After saying that, Lu Yuan stood up and faced the direction of the villa's main entrance.

The next second...

BOOM!

The villa's black iron gates, along with the two muscular gatekeepers, were sent flying backward. With a THUD, they smashed into the inner doors, causing two thick wooden doors to collapse inward.

The sudden loud noise startled everyone inside the villa. In less than a second, more than a dozen figures leaped out.

"Who dares to cause trouble at our South Star Sect?!" A middle-aged man in white robes, with narrow eyes and a cold demeanor, looked at the wreckage at the entrance, shouting in surprise and anger at the two.

He quickly noticed Master Liudao Yuan in a wheelchair, then burst into sardonic laughter. "Master Liudao Yuan, it's you again?! Good, good. You dared to come back after I let you go last time. It seems you won't cry until you see the coffin." The middle-aged man in white looked at Master Liudao Yuan and stated fiercely, "You won't be taking your remaining arm and leg home today."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing the man's harsh words, Master Liudao Yuan in the wheelchair showed no anger but grinned instead.

Before the man in white could react, his vision blurred, and he saw a young man with a handsome face and a tall figure gently standing in front of Master Liudao Yuan.

The young man had a humble smile on his face. He slightly bowed to the man and then said, "A true disciple of the Crane Sect has come to lead... oh, no."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man abruptly changed his tone and wore an apologetic expression. "Sorry, sorry, I misspoke. Let me try again."

Having spoken, the gentle expression on the young man's face vanished, and his demeanor immediately became stern. He stretched his body slightly, producing a series of light bone-cracking sounds. Then, he grinned at the middle-aged man in white, showing his white, intimidating teeth.

Then, he spoke, word by word, "A true disciple of the Crane Sect is here... to seek! Revenge!"

The next second, a dazzling white crane shadow seemed to flash and disappear in the night.

Then....

With a loud BANG, a figure was hurled into the air like a kite with a broken string, a trail of blood spraying in mid-air.

Under the streetlight, the grin on Master Liudao Yuan's face in the wheelchair grew wider and wider, and his laughter blended with the occasional low exclamations and moans from the scene.

Under the streetlight, two figures, one in front and one behind, walked unhurriedly. The light cast on their clothes made the two characters "Moon Shadow" seem to glitter softly.

Sun Zhihua hung his head, listening to the scolding of his uncle, Sun Zhengli, the current Sect Leader of the Moon Shadow Sect.

"I used to hear how warm-hearted and generous you are, making friends everywhere, and I thought it was a good trait. At least all that energy not used in practice was going towards building up your network and resources... Little did I know, you're hanging out with all kinds of riff-raff?!"

"Even worse than riff-raff! That true disciple of the Flowing Crane Faction from the day before yesterday! Who's that? The apprentice of the Poison Hand Crane Demon, Liudao Yuan! Do you want our Moon Shadow Sect's reputation to stink just like the Poison Hand Crane Demon's?"

"Uncle, you're overreacting." Sun Zhihua helplessly retorted, "The Poison Hand Crane Demon is the Poison Hand Crane Demon, and the disciple is the disciple. I think he's a really nice person. Besides, he's also the younger brother of my girlfriend's best friend. Furthermore, he's highly talented in martial arts and is very strong....."

"HMPH—" Snorted Sun Zhengli. "As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse?... Only knows how to burrow holes. Birds of a feather flock together, yet you're defending him? Highly talented in martial arts? Strong? It's because you're lazy in practice. You're weak, so everyone else seems strong to you!"

"Later, I'll take you to visit the Sect Leader of the Heart Refinement Sect. If you can make friends with Xue Guangyao, who's one of the South Twin Stars, that's worth more than a hundred of these riff-raff friends you've got." With a grave expression, Sun Zhengli instructed Sun Zhihua, "Remember, the Heart Refinement Sect has always had grievances with the Poison Hand Crane Demon. So, don't say anything foolish when we meet them!"

"Mm," Sun Zhihua responded in a low voice, lowering his head and quietly following his uncle.

They had walked for a while and were just about to reach the Heart Refinement Sect's villa. Suddenly,

BOOM!

A loud noise came from the front.

Both were slightly shocked and, without any hesitation, executed their movement technique and rushed towards the sound.

They quickly arrived at the target location and found that it was indeed the Heart Refinement Sect's villa, their destination.

By then, the villa's main entrance was nowhere to be found. In the yard of the villa, two groups of people were confronting each other in silence.

One of them was the Heart Refinement Sect's team, a group all too familiar to Sun Zhengli.

Upon recognizing the other group, Sun Zhengli's pupils instantly contracted.

"The Poison Hand Crane Demon, Liudao Yuan?!"

Following that, a strong sense of surprise and absurdity arose on Sun Zhengli's face.

This Liudao Yuan, in the middle of the night, sitting in a wheelchair... came to stir up trouble at the Heart Refinement Sect? Has he lost his mind?!