Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

Grabbing Zhu Bufan by the hair, the boy yanked him up, "Don't get it wrong, you are not any disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Let me tell you, your status here is even lower than a dog kept for amusement. If not for Elder Xiao Yao's sake, a piece of trash like you wouldn't even have the qualifications to step into Divine Moon Spiritual Realm!"

After speaking, the boy slapped Zhu Bufan several times across the face, causing Zhu Bufan's mouth to bleed, "Understand? Trash. If you understand, then when you see this Young Master, get down on the ground and wag like a dog, loudly saying 'Welcome the Young Sect Master's gracious arrival.' If you can do that, maybe I'll let you off today."

"You can go to hell! Seeing someone who bullies others just because they can, like you... makes me want to vomit." Although his mouth was swollen from being slapped, Zhu Bufan managed to spit out these words. Hearing Zhu Bufan's comeback, the Young Sect Master's face turned dark with anger, and he threw Zhu Bufan to the ground.

"I will beat you to death, you mongrel!" A group of people surrounded Zhu Bufan and kept stomping and kicking him, bending him over in pain. However, after a vicious thrashing, they found that Zhu Bufan didn't even let out a grunt. The leader, the Young Sect Master, lifted Zhu Bufan up again and saw that, although Zhu Bufan was by now covered in injuries, he was still clenching his teeth tightly, staring daggers at the Young Sect Master.

"What are you looking at? Huh? You defeated dog, what are you staring at?" Seeing Zhu Bufan's defiant gaze, the Young Sect Master's rage was completely drawn out, and with a hard yank, Zhu Bufan's face was violently smashed against the Young Sect Master's knee.

"Hit him! Keep going! If he dies, I'll explain it to my father." Throwing the bloodied Zhu Bufan back to the ground, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect crowded around and continued to beat him. Just as before, despite being badly beaten, Zhu Bufan still bit down hard on his teeth, refusing to let out any sound of pain.

"Young Sect Master, if we continue, he might actually die. This guy is trash, but he's still brought by Elder Xiao Yao. If we really kill him..."

A disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, who seemed more cautious, saw that Zhu Bufan was now barely breathing, so he whispered into the Young Sect Master's ear.

"Forget it, stop." Hearing the disciple's words, the Young Sect Master finally ordered a halt. When they dispersed, Zhu Bufan was covered in blood, but he still hadn't cried out in pain even after such a long ordeal.

"You damn trash, let me make it clear, when you see me in the future, you better kneel down and kowtow on your own, got it?" Grabbing Zhu Bufan by the hair, the Young Sect Master pulled him up again, but what met his gaze was still Zhu Bufan's piercing, ice-cold eyes, now filled with deep resentment.

Startled by Zhu Bufan's cold, hateful gaze, the Young Sect Master became enraged again. Looking into Zhu Bufan's eyes, he said, "Fine! You like staring people down, right? I'll gouge out your eyeballs today!"

As the crazy idea took hold, the Young Sect Master prepared to gouge out Zhu Bufan's eyes. The bystanders, though thinking it somewhat excessive, pretended not to see, choosing not to confront the Young Sect Master over a piece of trash.

"Stop! What has happened here?"

Just as the Young Sect Master's fingers touched Zhu Bufan's eyelid, a thundering voice arrived, followed by a Heavenly Sword Sect disciple around eighteen or nineteen years old, noticeably older than everyone else present, who swooped in and demanded, "Don't you know that fighting is forbidden on Divine Moon Peak? What's going on here?"

"Oh, it's Elder Brother Qian." Seeing the newcomer, the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples all hastened to greet him with a bow. The Young Sect Master also dropped Zhu Bufan back to the ground, then said, "Brother Qian, you've arrived just in time. This Zhu Bufan provoked us unprovokedly, so we were just teaching him a small lesson to let him know not to be too arrogant on Divine Moon Peak."

"Hehe, so it's the Young Sect Master. Indeed, some fellows do need to be properly disciplined." Upon hearing the Young Sect Master's words, this Senior Brother Gan hurriedly revealed a smile and said, "What, has the Young Sect Master finished the punishment? If not, you can continue. I'll speak to the other patrolling brothers for you."

"Forget it, the Young Sect Master has other matters to attend to. Let Senior Brother Gan handle this fellow, right Young Sect Master?" Hearing Senior Brother Gan's words, the person who had just advised the Young Sect Master quickly stepped forward and said. Upon hearing this, the Young Sect Master hesitated for a moment but then nodded and said, "So be it. This lord can't be bothered to quibble with some waste."

"Hehe, that's better. Such people are not worth soiling the hands of the Young Sect Master." Upon hearing the Young Sect Master's words, Senior Brother Gan slightly bowed to let the Young Sect Master and his party leave first. After everyone had left, Senior Brother Gan's face grew dark as he went up to Zhu Bufan, grabbed his hair, and pulled him up, saying, "You! Deliberately causing trouble and fighting on Divine Moon Peak; by sect rules, you're to receive the punishment of ten lashes. Do you have any objections?"

"Objections? Hahaha... today I really saw... the most shameless... cur... what does it look like... Weren't you going to hit me?... Anyway, it's just me against their more than ten people... provoking fights... right?" Zhu Bufan, who was beaten black and blue, couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh from deep within his heart upon hearing Senior Brother Gan's question, all the while coughing up blood and speaking in a broken voice.

"You!!" Zhu Bufan's words caused the patrolling Senior Brother Gan's face to instantly turn red with agitation, but he soon regained a cold and mocking look, saying, "Yes, compared to some overestimating wastrels, much better indeed. Let me tell you, if it weren't for Elder Xiaoyao bringing you back, a waste like you would have been thrown out long ago. Do you still deserve to speak here? Wastrel, recognize clearly that you're garbage. Don't think you're something special. Right now, you're only fit to lick the soles of my shoes."

Saying so, Senior Brother Gan threw Zhu Bufan down and stepped on his mouth, continuing, "What are you glaring at? Let me tell you, each day you disgrace yourself here, someone will deal with you, especially since you've offended the Young Sect Master. He has plenty of means to toy with you to death. Don't worry, I won't give you those ten lashes. What if it kills you? How then would I enjoy watching you, a piece of garbage, get toyed with?"

After stomping several times, making Zhu Bufan's mouth full of mud, Senior Brother Gan spit a wad of thick phlegm at Zhu Bufan and turned to leave. After everyone had left, Zhu Bufan could no longer hold back the tears of humiliation in his eyes. A man's tears don't easily fall, even when subjected to all kinds of humiliation, Zhu Bufan didn't want his enemies to see his tears.

As the tears fell, the cracks in Zhu Bufan's heart grew wider, and threads of darkness began to grow within these fissures of his soul. Possibly as an instinct to protect his heart, Zhu Bufan sealed away this fragment of memory deep within his wounded soul, letting it rot and fester in the crevices of his mind.

In the end, Zhu Bufan didn't know who had healed his wounds. Since that day, the wounds in Zhu Bufan's heart had begun to fester. All the scorn and mockery deeply stimulated his heart. He may have wrapped his wounds with indifference and the facade of not caring, but he still endured continuous ridicule and disdain as well as the unfair treatment. The sedimented hatred had by now grown into a towering tree within the crevices of his heart.

"Yes, this is my experience in the Heavenly Sword Sect, these are my memories!! Why?! Why can they treat me this way?! How can I not hate? I do hate!!!" In the pitch black void, Zhu Bufan roared incessantly. Each fragment of these memories was like a sharp sword, constantly stabbing at Zhu Bufan's already scarred and battered heart, causing it to bleed even more profusely.

"Disappear! I don't want to see this! Stop showing me this!! Disappear, all of you disappear!!!" The carousel of memories kept lacerating Zhu Bufan's increasingly fragile nerves. He kept bombarding the scenes before his eyes, hoping to shatter the images into dust, but it was futile.

"My master, these are the fragments of your own heart, yet now you can't even face them? How long do you plan to run away?" A voice came at this moment.

Only to see a woman dressed in purple palace attire, with a stunningly beautiful face that seemed not of this world, walking gracefully toward Zhu Bufan, stopping just three meters away from him.

"Who are you? Why are you here? Get out!! Get out of here, get away from me!!"