The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

"Hmph, wishful thinking."

Before he could finish speaking, Senior Brother Zhang had already risen to his feet, his ghostly figure flitting towards the two of them.

The two brothers were dazzled, and before they could even apply the purple glare, they were caught off guard by Senior Brother Zhang who rushed in front of them.

"Ouch! You scared the hell out of me!" The two brothers hadn't even been able to get their feet on the ground before they were beaten back and forth, let alone gain the upper hand.

But soon, the purple light reappeared, and after being kicked several times, the two brothers rallied and gave chase, engaging Zhang in another fierce battle.

In an instant, a shockwave began to sweep across the entire arena. The enormous purple color gradually expanded, and the ground was shaken so violently that rubble flew everywhere. It seemed that the entire training ground was about to be swallowed by the purple color, and all the disciples were about to fall into an endless abyss.

Suddenly, the purple color shrank, and a dark figure leaped out from it, its resolute back standing there quietly.

And lying in front of him were the two brothers who were yelling and cursing.

"Damn it, it hurts so much, ouch... hey."

"Someone please help!"

"I...can't stand up either, Brother Shan..."

"This guy... is... pretty good..."

"I actually know all his moves, I just forgot... I didn't react in time." Strange Eight-Knife Iron Mouth, wearing an iron shield, looked unconvinced.

"Go to hell! You're always so wise after the event, and your mouth is so stubborn! You shameless thing!" Pink Mountain lay on the ground cursing desperately, while Strange Eight Knives could only awkwardly laugh to himself.

"You are both top-tier experts. Although your strength is lacking, your mentality is remarkably good." Senior Brother Zhang stepped forward and looked down at the two with a smile.

"You don't think... that I... have nothing left, do you...?" Strange Eight-Knife was still being stubborn!

"Perfect!" This was the most confident Senior Brother Zhang had ever spoken. Then he silently raised his hand, intending to turn the two brothers to ashes as well.

Just as the three brothers were about to reunite in the underworld, suddenly, a cold and sharp aura descended like a ghost, pointing directly at Senior Brother Zhang's face.

Faced with such a sudden turn of events, even Senior Brother Zhang, whose martial arts skills were unfathomable, was greatly alarmed.

He quickly retreated several feet away, his steps no longer as steady as Mount Tai.

The newcomer was slender, her face veiled in black, and the murderous intent in her bright eyes was as menacing as the sharp sword in her hand. It was none other than the missing female disciple.

"It's finally here." The two brothers breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on their backs.

In the blink of an eye, Senior Brother Zhang was covered in cold sweat. He swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "You...your swordsmanship, could it be...??"

"Where is he?" The female disciple's gaze was icy, and her words were chilling.

"Who exactly are you looking for?" Senior Brother Zhang asked, barely suppressing his surprise.

"Your martial aunt!" The female disciple began to walk slowly forward. The pattering of her footsteps was like a death knell, heavy and unyielding, casting a pall of unease on everyone's hearts.

"You mean... Uncle Kang?!" Senior Brother Zhang, having regained his composure, immediately pressed, "What is your purpose in seeking out the Divine Venerable?!"

The female disciple merely raised her eyes slightly, and an aura of suffocating killing intent instantly filled the entire training ground.

"Fine, if he doesn't want to come out, then I'll force him to."

As soon as she finished speaking, the female disciple's eyes became somewhat dazed, but her steps were like sharp arrows, propelling her forward.

In the blink of an eye, the sword had already pierced Zhang's chest.

"Hey!" Senior Brother Zhang shouted, leaping backward, but his clothes were still torn by the cold sword.

Before he could even land, the sword, whose power had not yet been fully unleashed, suddenly trembled, changed direction, and stabbed diagonally at his shoulder.

In the blink of an eye, just as he was about to dodge, the sword bent several times in mid-air, and in the short time it took to land, it launched several more attacks, each time catching him off guard right in front of him!

So when Senior Brother Zhang landed, his clothes were covered with holes pierced by swords.

It seemed that she could die at any time if she wanted to.

Thinking of this, Senior Brother Zhang broke out in a cold sweat and dared not be distracted in the slightest. Compared to his relaxed and carefree manner when he was fighting the two brothers just now, he was completely different.

The female disciple looked around again, frowned, and said coldly, "He still refuses to come out."

Senior Brother Zhang gritted his teeth and took a step forward, intending to use offense as a form of defense and seize the initiative.

Seeing this, the female disciple smiled disdainfully, "Now what are your chances of winning?"

"One ten percent!" He clearly said one ten percent, but he was as confident as if he were saying ten percent.

"Hmph, it seems you're just like your uncle, not honest at all!"

"Drink!" Senior Brother Zhang roared and charged forward.

But the woman suddenly seemed to lose her mind, and with a haphazard flick of her long sword, Senior Brother Zhang cried out in surprise and quickly stepped back several paces.

This time, no matter how far he retreated, the female disciple could follow him just as closely, like a shadow. Her sword energy, like a dark cloud, enveloped him tightly, and the suffocating pressure immediately seeped into every inch of his bones.

The female disciple's swordplay appeared chaotic and disorderly. At first glance, it resembled children fighting, but upon closer inspection, the sword's agility was evident, like a serpent moving through a thicket. Not only were the moves unpredictable, but the sword energy was also continuous.

Therefore, it was definitely not a sword technique that a human could use, but rather it was as if the sword had its own consciousness, like a mischievous child, freely expressing its liveliness and agility.

Everything was fine, except for Senior Brother Zhang, who was once again beaten badly and looked utterly disheveled.

"Protect them!" After shouting with all his might, Senior Brother Zhang was once again caught in a fierce battle, and it was even more difficult to extricate himself from the fray to protect everyone.

Chang'an heard it and kept it in mind, but at the same time, he couldn't help but have some doubts.

"Senior Brother Zhang must have been referring to me, since I'm the only senior uncle left here. But what should I do?"

Seeing the female disciple who was manipulating Senior Brother Zhang at will, Chang'an was shocked again: "Damn it, how can this woman be so powerful? And why does she insist on finding Master Kang...? Who exactly is she?..."

"Oh my! That feels so good!" Hearing the two brothers stretching on the ground in the distance, he leisurely stood up.

"Oh no, run! Run as far as you can!" Chang'an gave the order, demanding that all his disciples disperse as soon as possible.

When he turned around, he realized that nearly half of his disciples were engrossed in the battle between Senior Brother Zhang and that woman, while the other half had long since disappeared.

Chang'an was somewhat amused and exasperated: "Those who really wanted to escape have already fled, and these martial arts fanatics who love watching the show are not someone I, with connections, can handle with just a few words?"

"Hey, listen to me! I..."

"Eight-Cut, thanks to you just now, we were able to achieve such a resounding victory. Hehehe." Before he could finish speaking, Eight-Cut and Pink Mountain were already walking towards them with grinning faces.

"Eh—!" The eccentric Eight-Knife even offered a token show of humility.

"hahahahahahahaha."

Amidst laughter and conversation, the two brothers arrived before the disciples. Pink Old Mountain patted his chest and proudly said, "How was it? I was pretty good just now, wasn't I?"

"You're awesome too, here's a pinch as a reward."

"Ugh! That's disgusting!" The disciples couldn't understand why these two greasy men would say such shameful things in front of everyone.

"Hey, just kidding!" The two brothers laughed without any shame in front of everyone, showing no airs and having no taboos.

From then on, some people became even bolder.

"Are you kidding me? Then why do I feel so excited!"

He spoke very softly, so that the two brothers, who were having a good time, didn't hear him, but Chang'an, who was nearby, heard him very clearly.

The only one who can call himself "this humble Taoist" is that guy.

Chang'an turned around excitedly, grabbed Wang Xiaofan in the crowd, and exclaimed, "Good brother, so you're still here!"

The latter looked astonished. "What...what are you going to do now?"

"You're a lifesaver! I was just wondering how to hold them off," Chang'an whispered in his ear.

"What does this have to do with me?!" Wang Xiaofan was already starting to panic.

"Didn't you say you wanted to find someone to fight? And these two are the kind of people who get you excited, so it wouldn't be right not to go!"

Chang'an kept patting Wang Xiaofan on the shoulder, "They are both injured, and you are so capable, what are you afraid of?" The crowd behind him kept pushing and shoving, all wanting to see him make a fool of himself.

"Brother Shan, they still want to have a one-on-one fight with us, hahaha!"

Seeing the two men's almost morbid laughter, Wang Xiaofan was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud, wailing, "No, no, my constipation has suddenly been cured, and now it's...it's going to burst out! You absolutely mustn't hit me!"

"What a coincidence!!"

"Really, really, after that jolt just now, I've never felt so refreshed in my entire life," Wang Xiaofan said hurriedly.

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment. After a long while, someone finally said, "Don't listen to his nonsense!"

"I'm not lying to you, it's coming out now..." Wang Xiaofan's face became extremely ferocious, and his sausage lips were twisted into a vertical shape.

"You... you're still pretending, you son of a bitch!?"

"Pfft—!" Wang Xiaofan immediately let out a long fart, which was both shocking and pungent...!

"Run! Run! He's really going to collapse!" Everyone panicked and fled in disarray.

I thought the two brothers would intercept these prisoners, but to my surprise, they ran faster than anyone else and didn't look like they had just been injured.

In the blink of an eye, the place that was previously full of people was now only occupied by Wang Xiaofan...

The group then fled on their own for a while longer.

"Did it work?! Did everyone escape?" Chang'an turned around excitedly after running far away, but then immediately froze in place.

Behind him, he saw a riot of beautiful women, each a pure and innocent young girl, panting heavily, leaning on her knees, looking at him with a hint of confusion.

Almost all the female disciples followed him.

"Why are you running away together? Why don't you separate?! Separate!" Chang'an cried out urgently.

The girls looked at each other, blushing, and said, "We...we don't know why, it just happened instinctively..."

Humans are social animals that need to rely on each other, and women, in particular, are more likely to feel lonely.

Therefore, in this treacherous world, most girls yearn to rely on someone who can make them feel at ease, that is, a partner.

This is why most women always feel insecure and can only resort to unreasonable behavior to determine whether they can still rely on their current partner.

Therefore, when they truly feel a crisis, they subconsciously choose to rely on the person they admire and believe to be the best.

Of course, not all the female disciples believed that the person was Chang'an; some girls still trusted their close friends more.

But when her best friend felt scared and had nowhere to escape, and decided to follow her most trusted friend, Chang'an, what reason did she have not to go with her?

But another important reason is the herd mentality. Seeing that everyone is following him, without considering right or wrong, people believe that as long as they follow him closely, they will definitely not suffer losses!