Nine Star Hegemon Body Art

“Are you mad? This is all it takes to anger you? Come on, just moments ago when you insulted my wife, she didn’t react this way. How did you get such a thick skin? You’re allowed to insult others, but no one can insult you in return? Did you think the entire Wind God Sea Pavilion belonged to you?” Long Chen taunted, staring disdainfully at Qian Renxue, who glared back with murderous intent.

Long Chen had encountered women like Qian Renxue before. She thrived on attention, loved being admired by the masses, and craved to be the brightest star while others faded into the background. Her vanity was unmatched.

Now, Tang Wan-er had stolen her spotlight. But rather than working to improve herself, Qian Renxue resorted to petty, underhanded schemes to attack Tang Wan-er, revealing her inability to reclaim her position as a divine daughter through actual talent.

Previously, Long Chen hadn’t understood why Tang Wan-er avoided her challenge, but now it was clear: Qian Renxue knew she couldn’t win. Thus, she must have prepared some sinister tricks to ensure that Tang Wan-er would be at a disadvantage if they fought.

Seeing Qian Renxue in person, Long Chen could easily guess her intentions. He wasn’t one to hold back when dealing with malicious individuals like her—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

“The Wind God Sea Pavilion is my home, and it’s not for locusts like you,” sneered Qian Renxue.

Long Chen shot back, “Locusts? You really have a foul mouth. The relationship between a sect and its disciples is like fish and water; they depend on each other. The sect raises disciples, and disciples defend the sect and carry on its legacy. This mutual give-and-take is what makes a sect strong.

“Do you think the sect spends so much time and resources raising countless disciples just for fun? If the sect could see the future, wouldn't it only cultivate divine sons and daughters? Why bother recruiting so many inner and outer disciples? Is the sect’s wisdom something a shrieking shrew like you could possibly understand? And you, acting like you are the sect master, is beyond laughable.”

“What a joke. Are you seriously suggesting that the Wind God Sea Pavilion is banking on these lowly outer disciples becoming the pillars of the sect?” Qian Renxue snorted in disdain.

Long Chen said coldly, “Is there something wrong with your head? Did you not understand a word I said, or do you have donkey hair stuffed in your ears? I already explained—no one knows the future. Who’s to say an outer disciple with average talent today won’t become a peak genius tomorrow? The path of cultivation is filled with unimaginable twists and turns. Some people soar right at the beginning, and the others need to ripen first.

“Talent, aptitude, hard work, luck—all are crucial factors. Some people bloom early, like flowers that quickly bear fruit, while others are like saplings, slow to grow but capable of becoming towering trees if given time. Why does the Wind God Sea Pavilion raise so many disciples? It’s because any one of them might become the future pillar of the sect. Perhaps one day an outer disciple will suddenly soar and eclipse the divine sons and daughters. A person shouldn’t be too prideful, or those you once bullied would make you kneel and beg for mercy one day.”

His words ignited the spirits of the outer disciples gathered there. There were already a million disciples present, with over eighty percent of them being outer disciples. Most of them felt insignificant and weak.

But no matter how weak and inferior they were, every one of them had a dream of becoming a powerful expert. They knew that it was something that they might never be able to achieve in this lifetime, but Long Chen’s words set their passions ablaze. Whether native or foreign, as outer disciples, they had always been seen as nothing more than burdens by the inner sect’s experts.

Yet with just a single speech, Long Chen inspired them. The very thought that one of them—an outer disciple—could one day rise and surpass the divine sons and daughters sent chills through their bodies.

For some reason, even though Long Chen was only a Sage King, he radiated an aura that commanded trust. His presence and words stirred excitement among the outer disciples. If not for their fear of Qian Renxue, they would have likely burst into applause.

For the first time in their lives, someone had spoken up for them, voicing their struggles and aspirations. Both native and foreign outer disciples were deeply moved, and the way they looked at Long Chen changed completely.

“How absurd. Outer disciples surpassing divine sons and daughters? Even the heavens are collapsing from laughter,” Qian Renxue scoffed.

“A rog in a well can’t comprehend the ocean, and a summer insect can’t grasp the winter's ice. You may question me, but don’t question the wisdom of the Wind God Sea Pavilion. Are you implying that the Pavilion Master is raising these disciples for no reason? Do you think your judgment surpasses the Pavilion Master’s?” retorted Long Chen.

“Shut up! The Pavilion Master is not someone a foreign barbarian like you can mention!” raged Qian Renxue.

“Did you just eat shit? Is that why your mouth reeks? You call people barbarians and locusts without a second thought. Who raised you? It’s a good thing you’re not a divine daughter, or I’d definitely make Wan-er give up her title. Being ranked the same as someone like you would be too embarrassing. Well, I can’t be bothered to reason with a shrew. Did you come here as a show of might? Sorry, but you failed. As for your subordinate, I can generously forgive him for smashing his face into my hand. My Wan-er also won’t lower herself to quibble with a crap-spouting fool. Now, get lost.” Long Chen waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a housefly.

Without giving Qian Renxue a chance to respond, Long Chen turned to walk back to Tang Wan-er. But just then, Tang Wan-er’s eyes widened—Qian Renxue’s hand was reaching for Long Chen’s throat like a claw.

Qian Renxue had been infuriated for a while, but she had kept her rage in check. However, Long Chen’s dismissive words and arrogant back-turn had finally pushed her over the edge. She lunged to crush him, her claw reaching for his neck.

Tang Wan-er moved forward in a fury, but before she could act, Long Chen’s hand smacked Qian Renxue’s face.

A sharp, crisp sound echoed through the crowd as Qian Renxue was sent flying by a slap to the face. When she regained her balance, a vivid handprint was imprinted on her cheek, drawing gasps of shock from the onlookers.

“It’s my first time slapping such a large face,” Long Chen remarked calmly, glancing back at the enraged Qian Renxue.

“I'll kill you!” the shrew screamed, her aura erupting in fury. Violent qi and astral winds surged wildly, tearing through the air, forcing countless experts to stumble back under the sheer force.

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