I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Murong Xiao was stunned by the punch, his face burning with pain. After all, Fan Zhiyi knew that this was his only chance to strike, and the force of that punch was all he had.

Murong Xiao's followers were the first to react and immediately surrounded him, asking, "Young Master, Young Master! Are you alright?"

"Chase him! Chase him!" Murong Xiao roared, all his reason shattered by Fan Zhiyi. He was utterly impressed by this man's shamelessness.

Bing Nandong watched Fan Zhiyi running desperately while clutching his hand, and hesitated to speak.

Actually, they didn't have to run.

Fan Zhiyi felt this was his moment of glory. It was so exhilarating! He hadn't been this rebellious in a long time, having felt so stifled in this world.

As Fan Zhiyi ran, he shouted, "Keep your word! You said you wouldn't use spiritual power and that you'd give me three moves, and I've only used one! If you break your promise, young master, I sometimes can't control my mouth. If I spread something around in front of others, don't blame me!"

Fan Zhiyi roared exceptionally loudly. If Bing Nandong hadn't been there and he hadn't tried to maintain his image, he would have practically started running around like a monkey in the mountains.

What is this? This is the breath of freedom!

These words silenced the three people who were about to use their spiritual power. The two lackeys glanced at Murong Xiao and asked, "Young Master, shall we still use magic?"

"What are you going to use? Chase after them!"

As expected of a young master from a great immortal cultivation clan, although he was a bit despicable, shameless, and vicious, he didn't utter any uncivilized words to curse him even at this point. In Fan Zhiyi's impression, the Tianyun Sect's reputation had finally improved.

Thanks to Xue Xiuniang's relentless pursuit, thanks to the various ghosts and monsters' persistent harassment, thanks to He An, and thanks to himself, Fan Zhiyi felt that escaping was now much easier.

Bing Nandong's stamina goes without saying; even Fan Zhiyi felt that this guy could run faster than him. He followed behind him purely to cover his retreat if necessary.

However, Murong Xiao couldn't catch up with them no matter what he did, and the distance between them seemed quite far. This was beyond Fan Zhiyi's expectations, and it was obvious that they had been slacking off in their cultivation.

With this much, you think you can beat Bing Nandong? Dream on.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up with Fan Zhiyi and the others, Murong Xiao stopped, exhausted. His two henchmen supported him, and Murong Xiao could only boast verbally: "Fan Zhiyi, you're just a pathetic dog, wagging your tail for anyone. Do you think I don't know what methods you used to change Bing Nandong's opinion of you? It's nothing but those underhanded tricks. I advise you to be smart and come over and apologize obediently. Maybe then I'll spare your life and let you stay in Tianyun Sect, using your physique to..."

With a loud thud, a punch landed on Murong Xiao's other face. It was Bing Nandong who made the move, and Fan Zhiyi couldn't stop Bing Nandong.

This punch was much more powerful than Fan Zhiyi's, knocking Murong Xiao to the ground and causing him to bleed from his nose.

From the side and behind, Fan Zhiyi could only see Bing Nandong's tense profile. Then, without hesitation, the guy went up and threw punch after punch.

Everyone was stunned. Fan Zhiyi had never imagined that Bing Nandong could be so angry.

Murong Xiao could only take the beating. At this point, his two lackeys no longer cared about whether using magic was against the rules. If this continued, their young master would be seriously injured, and they wouldn't have a good life either.

However, it was clear that their magic was no match for Bing Nandong. The mere sight of Bing Nandong's unsheathed sword floating around them was enough to keep the two of them out.

Fan Zhiyi hadn't intended to make a big deal out of it, and he didn't care what others said about him, since it wouldn't cause any real harm anyway. So he quickly went up and grabbed Bing Nandong, restraining his arm.

The sword didn't stop him; Fan Zhiyi actually succeeded. He looked over and saw that Murong Xiao's face was practically swollen like a pig's head.

"What are you doing?" someone suddenly shouted, and then Fan Zhiyi and his group were all taken down, without exception.

***

"To be wrestling in the mountains is utterly disrespectful and disregards the dignity of the Tianyun Sect!"

They were taken to the Hall of Law Enforcement, where they met an old acquaintance—the exceptionally strict Second Elder they had seen at the Xue residence. "Shrug, clap your hands."

The disciples who had been given the order walked up to the kneeling group with rulers, one in front of each person, and then the rhythmic sound of the rulers striking each other rang out.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't take it after only two or three blows. This disciple must have a grudge against him, why was he being hit so hard?

"Open up!" The Second Elder glared at Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and stretched out his hand again, not noticing that Bing Nandong was looking at him and about to speak. The Second Elder continued, "If you plead for him, he will add another five feet."

After the first round, Fan Zhiyi was in so much pain that his head was numb. The Second Elder continued: "Bing Nandong, as the eldest disciple, did not set an example and instead allowed his junior brothers to run wild. He shall be beaten ten feet. Murong Xiao, as the son of the sect leader, did not know manners. He shall be beaten ten feet. The rest did not know how to advise him. They shall be beaten ten feet."

Another round of torture ensued, and Fan Zhiyi thought it was over, but then the Second Elder said, "Fan Zhiyi has stirred up trouble..."

Fan Zhiyi disagreed: "Wait, Elder, you are wise! It was clearly Murong Xiao who first launched the malicious attacks and slander..."

"You're talking nonsense! Look at our young master's handsome face! Look what you two have done to him! We beg the elders to investigate!"

"They lack manners," the elder judged. "Each five feet tall."

"How dare you be so rude again?" Fan Zhiyi was speechless. He and the follower who had been speaking each received five more blows.

Fan Zhiyi felt like his palms were about to be ripped open, but at least the torture was finally over.

"Except for Fan Zhiyi, everyone else shall be forced to kneel for two hours, while Fan Zhiyi shall be forced to kneel for three hours."

No, why?

Never mind, his resistance was futile. Fan Zhiyi lowered his head, trying his best not to show any dissatisfaction, lest he be accused of being impolite and punished further.

However, he chose to remain silent, but Bing Nandong spoke up, his tone quite indignant: "Why? If we're talking about hitting people, I've hit more often, so if anyone should be punished, it should be me."

"Yes, why? You hit me so many times, why should he kneel for the same amount of time as me? I'm the victim..."

"Shut up. This punishment is to teach you a lesson so you won't talk nonsense." The elder's tone was laced with warning. "You'll know what to say and what to keep to yourself. I will report this to the sect leader. As for Bing Nandong, you must remember the price of this impulsive act and think things through carefully. And Fan Zhiyi, based on your confessions, you started this whole thing. You will be the one to make an example of him."