I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

The Master of Divine Sword Peak was furious upon seeing this. He roared, "Get out of my way! How dare you be so rude to me when I'm here!"

However, at this time, the disciples had already lost their minds due to the severe pain in their abdomens, and they no longer cared about the peak master's scolding.

One disciple even turned around and said to the Master of Divine Sword Peak with a mournful face, "Master, please be patient for a while. We really can't bear it anymore!"

After saying that, he plunged into the toilet.

The master of Divine Sword Peak was so angry that he was shaking all over. He watched helplessly as his disciples rushed into the toilet one by one, while he could only stand outside and worry.

The pain in my abdomen became more and more unbearable.

"Who on earth is so bold as to poison this Peak Master's meal?"

The Lord of Divine Sword Peak roared angrily, his voice echoing throughout the entire Divine Sword Peak.

Ximen Feixue returned to Tongtian Peak like a gust of wind and gave a vivid description of the chaotic and spectacular scene at Shenjian Peak.

As Ye Xinghe and Zhao Changsheng listened to this, the image of the Divine Sword Peak Master's frustrated yet helpless look and the disciples' miserable state, like ants on a hot pan, emerged in their minds, and they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Ye Xinghe laughed so hard that tears almost came out, and said, "Haha, let them have a taste of what they deserve."

Zhao Changsheng also laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Master, this plan is really brilliant. Without using a single soldier, you can make them panic."

After thinking for a moment, Ye Xinghe felt that the most urgent thing was to find out the identity of the person in the town at the foot of the mountain who had the ability to sell Chaos Spirit Pearls. After all, Chaos Spirit Pearls were extremely rare.

So he decisively said to Ximen Feixue, "Feixue, you must quickly go down the mountain and find out the identity of the person who sold the Chaos Spirit Pearl. This matter is of great importance and must not be neglected."

Ximen Feixue clasped his fists and accepted the order, then turned around and left the sect without hesitation.

He rushed all the way to the town at the foot of the mountain. Looking at the bustling streets and rows of shops, he felt a little confused.

He seldom visited this town and was not familiar with the situation here. For a moment, he didn't know where to start exploring.

He frowned, and suddenly an idea came to him, thinking of the beggars who roamed around the area all year round.

Although these beggars are of humble status, they often know a lot of information that others cannot easily know because they travel around begging.

Their information may be the most well-informed.

Just as Ximen Feixue was about to go find a beggar, a noise came from the street not far ahead.

He hurried forward to check, and saw a group of thugs surrounding a ragged beggar, beating and kicking him, and constantly cursing at him.

The beggar curled up on the ground but was powerless to resist.

Ximen Feixue couldn't bear it any longer and shouted angrily, "Stop! You scoundrels, why are you bullying an unarmed person?"

The group of thugs were startled by the sudden scolding. They stopped and turned to look at Ximen Feixue.

One of the guys looked Ximen Feixue over. Seeing that he was alone and looked young, he regained his arrogance and said viciously, "Kid, where did you come from? Mind your own business. This beggar owes us money, so it's only natural for us to teach him a lesson."

Ximen Feixue sneered, "You say he owes money, but do you have any evidence? Don't try to bully others by taking advantage of your power."

The hooligans were speechless after being asked this question. In anger, they rushed towards Ximen Feixue, brandishing their sticks. "Don't blame us for being rude, you nosy fellow!"

Ximen Feixue saw the thugs rushing towards him viciously, waving sticks. The thug in the lead, with a face full of flesh, smashed the stick down at Ximen Feixue's head with great force.

Ximen Feixue raised the corners of his mouth slightly, tapped the ground with his feet, and moved his body several feet to the left like a ghost. The stick brushed past his shoulder, whizzed past, and hit the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

Before the thug could retract his attack, Ximen Feixue's right arm swiftly shot out, like a snake emerging from its hole, and precisely grasped his wrist, twisting it gently. With a single "crack," accompanied by the thug's scream like a butchered pig, his wrist was dislocated, and the club fell to the ground.

A tall and thin thug nearby saw that the situation was not good and attacked from the side, stabbing Ximen Feixue's waist with the short stick in his hand.

Ximen Feixue seemed to have eyes on his back. He suddenly bent his waist backward in a bridge-like posture, and the short stick almost passed through his body.

Then, he exerted force with his legs like springs, and he flew into the air, turned beautifully in the air, and kicked the tall and thin man on the chin.

The tall and thin man's body flew backwards and fell heavily on the ground several feet away. Several of his teeth were knocked out. He lay on the ground groaning with blood in his mouth and unable to get up.

Two more thugs attacked from the left and right. The thug on the left was waving an iron chain with great force, trying to wrap it around Ximen Feixue's legs.

The thug on the right was holding a dagger, which flashed with cold light and stabbed straight into Ximen Feixue's chest.

Ximen Feixue was not in a hurry. He tapped the instep of his right foot with the tip of his left toe and used the force to lift his body up several inches. The iron chain passed by the sole of his shoe.

Ximen Feixue took advantage of the situation and pushed his palms forward. A surge of spiritual power gushed out, shocking the two thugs back repeatedly. They fell to the ground, their faces pale, and they looked at him in horror.

The thugs were beaten to a pulp by Ximen Feixue, and they were filled with anger and annoyance. One of them, clutching his injured arm, shouted in a timid voice, "Don't be so complacent, kid! We're from Longzang Pavilion! You've humiliated us like this today and offended Longzang Pavilion. You can forget about staying in this town!"

Ximen Feixue was slightly stunned when he heard this. He had never heard of the name of Longzang Pavilion before.

He looked at the group of ruffians coldly and said with disdain, "Longzang Pavilion? I want to see what kind of amazing place this is."

"You are a bunch of bullies, using the name of Longzang Pavilion to commit crimes here. If Longzang Pavilion is really as despicable as you are, then it is nothing more than a mob."

The thugs were shocked and angry when they saw that Ximen Feixue was not scared at all, but instead spoke rudely to Longzang Pavilion.

Longzang Pavilion has great influence in this town and the surrounding areas. On weekdays, they rely on the reputation of Longzang Pavilion to act arrogantly in the town, and no one dares to provoke them.

Now that they had encountered such a tough guy, on the one hand they were afraid of being punished by Longzang Pavilion after returning, and on the other hand they wanted to save some face in front of Ximen Feixue, so they continued to shout.

"You ignorant child, the power of Longzang Pavilion is beyond your imagination. Our boss is also a well-known figure in Longzang Pavilion, just wait to be punished!"

Ximen Feixue ignored their chatter and turned to look at the rescued beggar. He asked softly, "Old man, do you know what kind of organization this Dragon Hidden Pavilion is? Why are they so arrogant?"