Jiang Huai's expression stiffened slightly. He never imagined that Jiang Che, whom he had regarded as a waste already trampled beneath his feet, would not only thrive in the lower realm, but actually receive the full protection of a Saint Venerable whose strength seemed to surpass his own!
This made the flames of jealousy in his heart burn even hotter, but facing Ji Wangsheng's wild and domineering aura, he had to temporarily restrain his edge, and his imposing manner visibly weakened by a degree.
Although he looked down on lower realm sects in his bones, as a fellow Saint Realm cultivator, he deeply understood the dangers of battles at this level. The other party's cultivation was clearly more profound and unfathomable than his own, and he couldn't help but be wary.
However, just at this moment, another disturbance came from the sky!
"Traitor! Quite capable, aren't you? You think that just because you've climbed onto a high branch and found a backer, I can't do anything to you?!"
Accompanying a cold voice, an aura no less powerful than Ji Wangsheng's, yet more clear and brilliant—like moonlight cascading down—suddenly descended!
A stream of light fell like moonlight from above. As the radiance dispersed, it revealed a middle-aged beauty dressed in a moon-white palace gown, with an elegant temperament and a stunningly beautiful face that was cold as ice.
She was surrounded by faint moonlight, like a Guanghan immortal descending to the mortal world. She was the Grand Elder of Bright Moon Sect—Bright Moon Saint Venerable!
Her arrival instantly reversed the situation on the field. The combined pressure of two Saint Venerables immediately neutralized Ji Wangsheng's aura, and even began to suppress it!
"Another Saint Venerable?!" The spectators watching the drama were already numb with shock.
"What kind of background does this Jiang Huai have to actually attract two Saint Venerables to come personally?"
"Now there's an even better show to watch!"
...
And Jiang Che's gaze involuntarily turned toward Bright Moon Saint Venerable, a momentary complexity and drift appearing in his eyes.
Memories of being taken back to the sect by his master in childhood and carefully taught—those warm memory fragments uncontrollably surged into his heart. He had once regarded her as a mother, respecting and loving her...
But all the beauty came to an abrupt end after Jiang Huai entered the sect.
"Jiang Che, Huai'er just came to the sect and isn't used to many things. As his senior brother, you should take more care of him and give way to him."
"Jiang Che, let Huai'er have this secret realm quota. He needs this opportunity more than you do."
"Jiang Che, why do you always fight with Huai'er? His talent and resources aren't as good as yours, and you're the legitimate son of the Jiang family with a noble status. What does it hurt to let him have his way? Why is your heart so narrow!"
One "give way" after another, one partiality after another, ultimately pushed him into the abyss of eternal damnation.
Jiang Che's eyes quickly turned cold again, even more bone-chilling than before.
He took a deep breath, as if to completely cut off all remaining weakness.
He first looked at Jiang Rushan and Li Mengdie, whose faces were ugly but still putting on a show of calmness because they had a backer. His voice was calm, yet every word was like a knife, cutting open the bloody reality:
"I really don't understand how there could be parents like you in this world? You don't love or care for your own son, but believe in an outsider, an adopted son in everything! Your partiality is so extreme, it's simply blind and foolish, incredibly stupid!"
These words were like the loudest slap, fiercely striking Jiang Rushan and Li Mengdie's faces, making their complexions instantly turn pale. They trembled with anger but were momentarily speechless.
Then, he abruptly turned toward Bright Moon Saint Venerable, his gaze sharp as a sword, directly piercing her cold face:
"And you! My good master!"
"Jiang Huai plotted against me time and again, seizing my opportunities. You knew this clearly but never investigated deeply, always only believing his one-sided words! Even after I 'died,' you personally took action to extract my innate sword bone and refine it into your sword 'Dust Severer'! You claimed it was because you couldn't bear to see a divine treasure gathering dust, but in truth, it was just to clear the final obstacle for your precious disciple!"
"You are unworthy of being a master! You do not deserve to be a teacher!"
These words were like a thunderclap, shocking the entire venue into dead silence!
Extracting bone to forge a sword?! What kind of cruel punishment was this! What utter heartlessness!
Even Ji Wangsheng and the newly arrived Bright Moon Saint Venerable had extremely subtle fluctuations flash through their eyes.
Jiang Che's gaze swept over these so-called "family members" and "elders" before him, his voice decisive, carrying final resolve:
"That bit of birthing grace, raising grace, and teaching grace—you people, I, Jiang Che, have long since repaid cleanly with one life and one body of sword bones!"
"Regarding your enmity, my not coming to seek revenge on you is already out of consideration for our last bit of past connection."
"Yet you still have the nerve to actively come to my door and force me to admit my mistakes?!"
He laughed coldly, the laughter filled with endless desolation and mockery: "I was reborn into this world, originally wanting to sever all past ties and have nothing more to do with you. It was you who forced me again and again!"
His eyes suddenly became incomparably sharp, like a drawn sword. An aura that, though not overwhelming, was incomparably steadfast, rose from his body:
"If you insist on going your own way and refuse to stop entangling me..."
"Then don't blame me—for not being polite!"
"Not being polite? Hahaha!" Jiang Huai seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world and couldn't help but laugh out loud. His laughter was filled with extreme mockery and disdain. "Jiang Che, have you gone mad? Or has your brain rotted from staying in the lower realm too long?"
He pointed at Jiang Che and sneered to the entire crowd: "A mere Eternal Realm cultivator, lucky enough to cultivate back, actually dares to say 'not being polite' to two Saint Venerables? It's truly the most absurd thing in the world!"
"So what if you also have a Saint Venerable backing you?" Jiang Huai's smile vanished, his tone becoming gloomy and arrogant. "Our side has two Saint Venerables personally present! Tell me, how exactly do you plan to 'not be polite'? With your Eternal Realm cultivation? Truly laughable! Pitiful! Pathetic!"
Just as Jiang Huai's mockery echoed over the square—
Unexpectedly, not a single person echoed his words.
Because a calm, gentle voice, carrying even a trace of lazy amusement, yet seeming to contain supreme authority, softly and clearly rose behind Jiang Che:
"It's very simple."
This voice wasn't loud, yet strangely overpowered all the noise and entered everyone's ears.
"I am his 'not being polite'."
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