Chapter 401: Don't Insult My Family's Inherited Technique

"Well, now that the teacher has returned, there are important matters to attend to. It's inconvenient for you to stay by my side. Go find your fellow disciples. Once I've resolved things, I'll return to you." Lin Fan naturally maintained his composure before his students.

"Yes, rest assured, I will find them." Cao Tianjiao nodded excitedly. If they knew their teacher had returned, they would be overjoyed.

Back then, the teacher had left without a word, and they never knew what happened. Not long after, the Great Yan Dynasty fell into turmoil. They fled the dynasty and wandered outside, enduring much hardship.

"Mm." Lin Fan nodded, then lightly raised his hand, tore open the void, and departed.

By now, Cao Tianjiao's junior brothers and sisters were utterly dumbfounded. In Lin Fan's presence, they dared not speak a word, their faces full of reverence.

Now that Lin Fan had left, they calmed down and then erupted in excitement.

"Senior Brother, why didn't you ever tell us you had such a formidable teacher?"

"Yeah, not only is he young, but his strength is terrifying. It's simply shocking."

"His aura is beyond words. Standing there, he's like a peerless master."

"And that palm strike just now was so fierce. I feel even a Great Heavenly Rank expert wouldn't be that strong. It felt like the whole world was about to collapse."

…

Cao Tianjiao listened to his junior brothers and sisters, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth, his face full of pride.

"Of course, that's my teacher. Let me tell you, back then, my fellow disciples and I were the ones with the worst talent and comprehension in the entire academy. Two years ago, I was only at the Houtian realm. It was only because of the teacher's guidance that my cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds." Cao Tianjiao's mood had improved considerably.

"Ah... no way, Senior Brother, when you joined Red Rainbow Sect, you were only at the Xiantian realm. Reaching your current level was all through your own hard work, wasn't it?" A junior brother disagreed.

"Yeah..." Others nodded in agreement.

Cao Tianjiao glanced at everyone, a grateful expression on his face as he recalled the past. Then he flicked his sleeve and gazed into the endless void. "You wouldn't understand..."

"If you don't tell us, how can we understand? Go on, say it."

"Yeah, yeah..."

…

Cao Tianjiao smiled and shook his head. "You wouldn't understand..."

"..." The crowd.

…

Lin Fan hadn't expected to encounter a former student right after arriving in Cangling Continent from Dongling Continent. He was somewhat moved.

Two years had passed; it was time to go back and see.

The former headquarters of the Sacred Demon Sect—he wondered what had become of it, or who had occupied it.

A cold glint flashed in Lin Fan's eyes. Coming back this time, if he didn't turn things upside down, it would be an insult to the hardships he had endured over the past two years.

In an instant, a figure streaked through the void.

The former site of the Sacred Demon Sect was a feng shui treasure. Although after that battle, less than a tenth of the buildings remained, countless people still coveted the place.

Now, the Sacred Demon Sect had been replaced by the Qiankun Sect.

After the battle of the nine great sects, they had divided all the wealth of the Sacred Demon Sect, and the mountain gate was given to the Qiankun Sect.

The Qiankun Sect's original site was decent, but they valued the Sacred Demon Sect's land even more. So after the Sacred Demon Sect was destroyed, the Qiankun Sect leader ordered the sect to relocate to the Sacred Demon Sect.

On the training grounds of the Qiankun Sect.

Countless disciples were training hard.

"Ha!"

Shouts echoed through the heavens and earth as the Qiankun Sect disciples practiced individually.

A figure moved across the training ground like a soaring dragon, his blood and qi boiling like hot water, radiating heat outward.

"Tiger's Roar."

A Qiankun Sect disciple, full of momentum, punched a motionless figure standing before him.

"Boom!"

A dull roar sounded, accompanied by a scream.

The figure hit by the punch instantly fell to the ground, spitting blood, with anger hidden in his eyes.

"Hmph, trash. Can't even take one punch." The Qiankun Sect disciple glanced coldly at the punching bag that had been sent flying, a hint of disdain curling at his lips.

The surrounding Qiankun Sect disciples gathered around and said with a laugh, "Senior Brother, these former Sacred Demon Sect punching bags have been training in the 'Titan Demon Body' for so long, yet they still get knocked down with one punch. They're utterly useless. I wonder why the sect leader keeps them around."

"You wouldn't understand. The sect leader said that cultivation requires actual combat. These guys were once the punching bags of the Sacred Demon Sect, training in the lowest level of body refinement techniques. Though not great, they're not easy to kill. Especially this 'Titan Demon Body'—they've already reached its peak, so they can take quite a beating."

"Oh, I see. Those Sacred Demon Sect punching bags are somewhat useful. But quite a few have died in the past two years, and there aren't many left. Senior Brother, you should go easy and leave some for us junior brothers."

"Haha, of course." The Qiankun Sect disciple laughed wildly, a cruel look in his eyes as he looked at the punching bag. "What, not convinced? You Sacred Demon Sect punching bags are all trash."

The few remaining Sacred Demon Sect punching bags watched the Qiankun Sect disciples, their hearts burning with fury, but they were helpless.

This was living under someone else's roof.

Although they had been punching bags in the Sacred Demon Sect, they at least had some dignity, and some people weren't so ruthless. But now, the Qiankun Sect was vicious and utterly dehumanizing.

Back in that battle, they were all punching bags with no real strength. After the sect was destroyed, they were taken captive.

They had thought the other sects would release them, but unexpectedly, the Qiankun Sect leader took a liking to them and detained them, making them continue as punching bags for his disciples to train on.

Wang Xiao Liu clenched his fists, looked at his fellow Sacred Demon Sect punching bags, and finally gritted his teeth. Though terrified inside, he had had enough.

"I've had enough. I want to fight you. I accepted being a punching bag for the Sacred Demon Sect, but I won't endure being yours anymore. Isn't it just death? I'm not afraid." Wang Xiao Liu glared at the Qiankun Sect disciple and roared angrily.

"Haha..."

The surrounding Qiankun Sect disciples burst into laughter.

In their eyes, this guy was simply asking for death.

To still want to resist at a time like this—he really must want to die.

"Xiao Liu..." The remaining punching bags had grown close over the years. They had thought about resisting, but this was the enemy's territory; what could they do? Seeing Wang Xiao Liu defy these people, they grew worried.

"With you? What can you do? Rely on the 'Titan Demon Body'?" The Qiankun Sect disciple laughed loudly, his burly frame exposed, giving off an invisible sense of oppression.

Wang Xiao Liu gritted his teeth and stared at the other. "I'll rely on my family's inherited technique."

"Haha..." At that moment, everyone burst into laughter again, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Family's inherited technique? How ridiculous.

"Come on, let me see your crappy family technique."

"I'll fight you! Don't you dare insult my family's inherited technique!" Wang Xiao Liu roared and charged recklessly at the Qiankun Sect disciple.

"Haha..." Watching the punching bag full of openings, the Qiankun Sect disciples laughed.

In their eyes, trash was always trash. A family technique? How laughable.