A useless person with five spiritual roots? I sacrificed the proud daughter of heaven.

The pavilion master frowned, looking furious, and roared at the attendants behind him, "How could such an absurd thing happen! Go and investigate immediately!"

"Yes."

A short while later, an elderly man who looked like a steward walked up respectfully with a hunched back, carrying an account book in both hands.

He turned to a page in the ledger, whispered a few words in the master's ear, glanced at Tianyu with a strange expression, and then stepped aside with his head down in silence.

The pavilion master's brow twitched as he looked at the names on the ledger, and he handed the ledger to Tianyu with a forced smile.

“Elder Tianyu, this is the account book between my Seven Kill Pavilion and the client. My Seven Kill Pavilion always takes money to do things. This matter involves your Qingyun Sect disciple who took the initiative to approach the Seven Kill Pavilion to assassinate Sheng He, that is, your disciple, for thirty high-grade spirit stones. My Seven Kill Pavilion has sent out two groups of assassins, but neither of them were able to complete the mission. So far, we haven’t even received the reward for the mission. I’m afraid this matter is…”

The Pavilion Master didn't continue. His meaning was already very clear: the disciples of your Qingyun Sect had started their own internal strife. My Seven Kill Pavilion was just following the rules and taking money to do things. The real culprit was your Qingyun Sect disciple, and it had nothing to do with my Seven Kill Pavilion.

If you want revenge or to avenge your disciple, go find the disciples of the Qingyun Sect. My Seven Kill Pavilion lost everything, failed to get the reward, and was even vandalized. My Seven Kill Pavilion is also a victim.

Tianyu tapped the table, his expression calm. He understood the Pavilion Master's meaning, but so what?

Sheng He was his apprentice, and as her master, he naturally had to stand up for her when she was bullied. He didn't care who the culprit was.

He would not let anyone who bullied Sheng He get away with it.

"Isn't Jiang Xuanli still around? I heard he also sent someone to assassinate Sheng He?"

"Yes, but Jiang Xuanli is dead. With death comes no debt, and our Seven Kill Pavilion can only accept our bad luck."

"Oh I got it."

Tianyu looked at the two characters "Wu Yan" on the account book and nodded thoughtfully.

Upon seeing this, the Pavilion Master immediately said, "Since this matter has nothing to do with my Seven Kill Pavilion, Elder, what do you think..."

"Who says it's unrelated?" Tianyu crossed his legs and leaned back in the carved pearwood chair, grinning like a spoiled brat. "I said, my apprentice's sword was broken and she was bullied, so I'm here to seek justice for her."

"Either you hand over the assassins you sent, or..."

“Your Seven Kills Pavilion can disappear starting today.”

Before Tianyu could finish speaking, without any warning, the roof of the Seven Kill Pavilion's main hall was neatly cut in two, and the roof slid down before finally collapsing with a crash.

Sunlight streamed in from the roof, and the assassins who had been crouching on the roof stood blankly to one side.

Tianyu leaned back on the stool as if joking, gently waving the folding fan in his hand.

The pavilion master gritted his teeth as bricks and tiles fell behind him, the flying shards hitting his back, but he dared not utter a sound.

He single-handedly built the Seven Kill Pavilion, and everyone who met him respectfully addressed him as Pavilion Master. He had never been threatened like this before.

But unfortunately, the person in front of him was from the Qingyun Sect, and his cultivation was unfathomable. There was probably no one in the Seven Kill Pavilion who could contend with him. He had roamed the martial world for so many years, and he understood the principle that a wise man submits to circumstances. It was just a pity that the seventh brother...

Well, he couldn't just watch the Seven Kill Pavilion be destroyed in his hands.

He beckoned, and immediately a servant came forward.

"Go and call Old Seven here."

"Yes!"

After a long while, a woman dressed in black and holding two short blades finally arrived.

"Big brother, you were looking for me."

The pavilion master remained silent, but Tianyu watched the woman with great interest.

"These two short blades are quite nice. But it was you who shattered the Frost's Pride?"

Ao Shuang?

The seventh brother frowned, looking at Tianyu in confusion. The next moment, before she could react, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her wrist.

The seventh sister looked down and saw that the two short blades beside her were shattered inch by inch, and the meridians in her wrists were completely severed, with bright red blood gushing out.

Her eyes widened, her dark pupils fixed on the man in front of her.

"you!"

She immediately stepped forward, wanting to take revenge, but the pavilion master standing beside her held her tightly.

Tianyu slowly stood up, fanning himself with a folding fan, and paused slightly as he passed the Pavilion Master.

"She destroyed Xiao He's sword, so I destroyed her natal magic weapon and her hands. That's fair."

"As for what you said about Jiang Xuanli being dead, and that the matter being settled with his death, I accept it. I will deal with the disciples within the Qingyun Sect myself. However, Sect Master, if any assassins from the Seven Killings Pavilion dare to touch my people in the future, I am not sure if it will still be so fair."

"Yes, yes," the Pavilion Master quickly replied. "Don't worry, Elder. It was all due to the incompetence of the subordinates. Such a thing will never happen again."

Tianyu chuckled softly, said nothing, and left directly.

Only after Tianyu's figure disappeared did the Pavilion Master pick up Lao Qi's bleeding hands. A sharp sword aura still lingered at her wounds. This sword aura not only prevented the healing of her meridians, but also completely isolated the spiritual energy at the wounds. Even his treasured eighth-grade Purple Essence Pill was powerless to save her.

Her hands were completely ruined.

"Who is that! Brother, why didn't you kill him just now! How dare you let him humiliate me like this in the pavilion!"

The seventh sister bit her lip in humiliation. She had cultivated for over two hundred years and finally broke through to the Nascent Soul stage. Now, not only was her natal magic weapon destroyed, but she couldn't even lift a knife. How could she not hate it!

The sect leader sighed softly, "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that there are only a few elders on the Sword Peak of the Qingyun Sect, and none of them are people we can afford to offend. Seventh Sister, let's admit defeat."

Accept your fate?

The seventh sister's eyes suddenly turned deep and dark. She moved her wrist, and a series of sharp pains instantly shot through her wrist. She also lost all feeling in her hands.

Her hand is now useless!

How could she possibly admit defeat!

Qingyun Sect, Tianyu, Shenghe—she remembered them!

One day, she will repay him a hundredfold!

……

"Boom boom boom!"

A knock came at the door, and Sheng He slowly opened her eyes. Before she could get out of bed, the door of the cabin was pushed open.

Mu Yao walked in casually, carrying several freshly caught fish.

"Xiao He, I heard that the Discipline Department disciples arrested an outer disciple yesterday and are going to interrogate him in public in the square today! Let's go and join in the fun!"

"Very well, what has this disciple done that warrants a public interrogation?"

Sheng He walked to Mu Yao's side and watched as Mu Yao skillfully used her spiritual power to scale and gut the fish, then slowly roasted it over a low fire. In no time, the aroma of roasted fish wafted through the room.

"I heard it was about harming fellow disciples."