Chapter 33: Elder Asura

"No..." Shi Muyao’s face was filled with despair, her eyes brimming with tears.

At this moment, a figure appeared in her mind—Mo Qianqian. An endless sense of guilt toward him welled up in her heart. She thought, "Mo Qianqian, I’m so sorry..."

"Screaming is useless..." Lu Jun, about to pounce on Shi Muyao, had eyes shining with predatory lust. His primal, beastly instincts were fully aroused.

Just then, a figure dashed into the courtyard at lightning speed and kicked Lu Jun squarely in the body.

BANG!

Lu Jun was sent flying backward instantly, smashing into the courtyard wall and completely collapsing it. The mysterious figure then came to a halt right in front of Shi Muyao. It was a towering man, well over six feet tall, dressed in a long black robe and wearing a Black Iron Mask.

In her despair, the sight of this tall figure felt to Shi Muyao like seeing a ray of light in the darkest abyss. Seeing her tattered, bloodstained clothes, messy hair, and the two long, deep bloody gashes across her face, Mo Qianqian’s fury erupted. Anger surged from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head. He clenched his fists instantly, an overwhelming murderous intent radiating from his body. In that instant, he seemed to transform into a true Hell Asura, his rage surging to the heavens.

"Save me, sir... I’ve been poisoned with Passionate Poison!" Grasping at him like her final lifeline, Shi Muyao had no time to think and immediately pleaded with Mo Qianqian.

"Passionate Poison!" Mo Qianqian was furious, his murderous intent reaching its absolute peak. As the number one on the Hidden Dragon List, someone who had survived countless life-and-death jungle slaughters, he naturally knew what the Passionate Poison was!

HISS!

The next moment, Mo Qianqian summoned his Spirit Body. The Spirit Body held Shi Muyao’s face gently, and spirituality began to pour into her body.

"Rest assured, I won’t let anything happen to you!" Mo Qianqian said in a middle-aged man’s voice, hoarse and incredibly deep. He was furious to the extreme, yet he suppressed it to the absolute limit. Right now, his priority was to save Shi Muyao.

He hurriedly scooped Shi Muyao into his arms. The Spirit Body stood up alongside him, its hands never leaving her face as surging spirituality continued to flood into her. If it had been anyone else, without an antidote, even the highest-grade Healing Elixir wouldn’t have been able to save her. However, the spirituality infused by a Spirit Master was more effective than any antidote. The toxicity in Shi Muyao’s body was rapidly suppressed and eliminated. Her injuries began to heal, and even the deep gashes on her face gradually faded away.

"Who are you? How dare you attack Lu Jun?" At this moment, Cen Yingqiu—the woman in the long black coat—and her group hurriedly returned to the courtyard. Lian Ziying was also being dragged back with them. Behind them, twenty to thirty people from other courtyards of Little Jade Peak trickled in one after another.

Mo Qianqian completely ignored them. Holding Shi Muyao in his arms, he walked toward the ruined courtyard wall. By now, the dust had settled. Lu Jun’s mouth was covered in blood. He lay on the ground, unable to get back up; several of his ribs had been snapped by the kick, and his internal organs had suffered severe trauma.

"Who are you?" Lu Jun stared at Mo Qianqian with icy eyes. He could feel the extent of his severe injuries. The strike had simply been too devastating. Even if he could recover, he would likely be bedridden for months. It was even possible that he would never fully heal.

Mo Qianqian didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped closer to Lu Jun.

Cen Yingqiu and her two companions looked vigilant but made no move to stop him. Their cultivation was only at the seventh or eighth layer of the Spirit Vein Realm, whereas Lu Jun was at the Spirit Vein Realm Ninth Layer. If someone like Lu Jun had been beaten to such a miserable state, they definitely stood no chance. They were also harboring some inward anxiety. According to their plan, Shi Muyao was supposed to be completely ruined today. But now, a masked man had suddenly appeared.

However, judging from Shi Muyao’s condition, she must have been given the Foolish Love Medicine. Without the antidote, even a deity couldn’t save her! It was highly likely that Shi Muyao would never recover.

The other disciples who had come to watch the spectacle stood far away, completely too terrified to speak. Of course, some felt a secret thrill of satisfaction. Cen Yingqiu and her clique bullied them on a regular basis. Now, they had finally messed with the wrong person.

"He is a Honored Guest Elder, Elder Asura!" At that moment, the female disciple who had guided Mo Qianqian ran over in a hurry, explaining to the crowd.

Hearing this, Cen Yingqiu and the others all had a drastic change in expression. Even a Honored Guest Elder held the esteemed status of an Elder, someone they absolutely could not afford to offend.

"When did the Yuling Sect get a Honored Guest Elder?"

"Elder Asura? I’ve never heard of him."

"Logically, only outsiders with extremely high status or those who have made massive contributions to the Yuling Sect are bestowed the title of Honored Guest Elder. This Elder Asura’s standing must be incredibly high."

The crowd of onlookers began to whisper among themselves.

Lu Jun’s expression changed as well. By this time, Mo Qianqian, still holding Shi Muyao, had already arrived right in front of him.

"The Yuling Sect has rules. Even Elders cannot randomly attack disciples! The one standing behind me is Elder Mo Hao!" Lu Jun said coldly.

BANG!

Without a word, Mo Qianqian ruthlessly stomped his foot squarely onto Lu Jun’s crotch. A certain area was instantly crushed to a bloody pulp.

"AAAH!!!" Lu Jun screamed in agonizing pain.

Cen Yingqiu and the rest of the onlookers were collectively shocked. Did this Honored Guest Elder just permanently cripple Lu Jun’s manhood?

"Sir..." Shi Muyao wasn’t unconscious, but her entire body was exhausted and limp, still faintly thrumming with residual desire. She wondered why this masked middle-aged man was helping her. Of course, she naturally wouldn’t say anything to stop him. Lu Jun had nearly ruined her; in fact, she herself wanted to kill him. And Cen Yingqiu’s trio as well. These people were simply too despicable!

"Don’t speak!" Mo Qianqian rumbled in a deep voice. Raising his foot, he brought it down heavily onto one of Lu Jun’s legs.

BANG!

The immense force instantly shattered Lu Jun’s leg, crushing the bones completely.

"AAAH!!!" Lu Jun let out another bloodcurdling scream.

"Stop!!!"

At this exact moment, several figures streaked over in succession. Among them was an old man in a gray-brown robe, who landed directly in front of Mo Qianqian.

Seeing Lu Jun’s miserable state, the gray-brown robed old man’s face instantly turned glacial. "Who are you? Why have you attacked my disciple?"

"Elder Mo Hao, we heard he’s a Honored Guest Elder of the Yuling Sect. For some unknown reason, he suddenly attacked Lu Jun!" Cen Yingqiu said.

"A Honored Guest Elder? Since when did the Yuling Sect have a Honored Guest Elder?" Mo Hao’s expression was incredibly ugly. "Even if you are a Honored Guest Elder, you still bear the title of ’Honored Guest.’ Even we core Elders wouldn’t carelessly attack our own disciples. For you to strike so ruthlessly, isn’t that taking things too far?"

Mo Qianqian remained silent. Instead, he kicked out again, stomping heavily onto Lu Jun’s other leg and shattering the bone.

"AAAH!!!" Lu Jun shrieked once more.

WHOOSH!

Mo Hao’s face sank to the very bottom, his aura of the Spiritual Mysterious Realm Eighth Layer exploding outward. The other party completely ignored his words and assaulted his disciple right in front of him, clearly showing zero respect. However, the other party’s unbridled arrogance also made him somewhat wary.

"Mo Hao, it’s better to ask for the reason before making a move. Looking at the situation, things aren’t that simple!" Another old woman wearing a gray robe stepped forward and spoke.

"Hou Wei, are you trying to cause trouble?" Mo Hao glared darkly at the speaking Elder.

"I’m not causing trouble. Why don’t you take a look at the condition of the person in his arms? Do you really think he would attack your disciple for no reason?" the gray-robed old woman named Hou Wei replied.

"Cen Yingqiu, tell me. What happened here?" Mo Hao turned to Cen Yingqiu, the woman in the long black coat, refraining from attacking immediately. After all, Lu Jun was already ruined. Now, it was just a matter of venting his anger.

"Elder Mo Hao..."

"AAAH!!!"

Just as Cen Yingqiu was about to speak, Lu Jun’s wails echoed out once more. Mo Qianqian had stomped and snapped one of Lu Jun’s arms.

HISS!

Mo Hao couldn’t hold back his urge to attack any longer. But just then, a loud female voice shouted, "Stop!"

Mo Hao’s moving figure froze, instantly halting in his tracks.

"The Sect Master, the Sect Master is here!"

The crowd collectively gasped in surprise. The voice belonged to none other than the Yuling Sect Master.

Soon, a mature and beautiful figure glided gracefully through the air, landing right in front of everyone. The Yuling Sect Master swept her eyes over the scene, her expression extremely grim.

"Sect Master, without any explanation, this man has assaulted a disciple of the Yuling Sect in public," Mo Hao said with suppressed anger.

Mo Qianqian still remained silent. He simply stepped heavily on Lu Jun’s other arm.