Chapter 41: What Scene Have I Not Witnessed Before? (Extra Chapter for Luo Shuiyitian)

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Chapter 41: What Haven’t I Seen Before (Extra Chapter for Luo Shuiyitian)

“Ah... Grandmaster Uncle...”
Bi Qing let out a sudden miserable scream and collapsed to the ground in an instant.
Everything happened in a flash, so fast it was breathtaking—even the seasoned old men skilled in feigning injury felt outdone.
Tears streaming down his face, Bi Qing sobbed, “Boo-hoo, Grandmaster Uncle, they’re bullying me because Shangqing has no one to stand up for us—they’re trying to harm your disciple!”
“Grandmaster Uncle, save me! qvq”
He fell quickly enough, but his acting left much to be desired.
That expression, those tears—even the prettiest young actors of future generations could outdo Bi Qing.
Daoist Jing Tian shot him a glance, curled his lip, but still called out, feigning concern, “Bi Qing, Bi Qing, what’s wrong?!”
“We’ve depended on each other for over a decade, shared joys and hardships—I’ve always treated you like my own flesh and blood. Who could’ve thought today I, with white hair, would have to bury one with black? Ah!~”
“We’ve long been like father and son. Grandmaster Uncle can’t do without you!”
With that, Daoist Jing Tian lifted his sleeve and surreptitiously dabbed some chili water under his eyes, promptly bursting into tears.
Indeed, the older the ginger, the spicier it gets.
Compared to Bi Qing’s flamboyant theatrics, Daoist Jing Tian’s performance was seamless—a consummate actor.
He must have pulled stunts like this often in his youth.
Oscar owes you a golden statuette!
At a word, the two dropped to their knees and wept, leaving the Zeng family members dumbfounded.
The Zeng family had roamed the martial world for years—poisoning, assassination, kidnapping, annihilating entire clans...
There’s nothing they hadn’t done, no scene they hadn’t witnessed.
But today, this was truly a spectacle they’d never seen before.
Some hot-tempered Zeng family disciples were ready to step forward.
But they were stopped.
Because a few sharp-eyed disciples had already recognized Daoist Jing Tian’s identity:
The Receiving Elder of the Shangqing Sect.
Their faces twitched involuntarily—this old Daoist was truly shameless!
If it had just been ordinary Shangqing disciples making trouble, the domineering Zeng family wouldn’t have hesitated to beat them senseless—even if lives were lost, it would have been a trifling matter.
When facing vengeance from the Shangqing Sect, the Zeng elders would merely brush it off: “The young are reckless, they don’t know restraint.”
What could the Shangqing Sect do? Nothing but swallow their grievances in silence.
But an elder was different from an ordinary disciple; he represented the face and bottom line of the Shangqing Sect.
Just as all the great sects feared the Zeng family’s martial prowess, so too did the Zeng family fear the deep foundations of the great sects.
In this world, there are three kinds of people:
Those who are good and clever, those who are good but foolish, and those who are bad but clever. Each has their own way of surviving.

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As for those who are both bad and foolish, no one has ever liked them—they’ve long since died out.
Daoist Jing Tian wiped away his tears and looked at the Zeng family disciples who still hadn’t made a move.
He thought to himself, “Kids these days are getting sharp.”
Back when he was starting out, a few provoking words and his opponents would come charging in a rage.
Then he could just collect heads and claim his reward.
Look at these Zeng family folks—standing at their own front door, yet not making a move.
As villains, shouldn’t you all be a bit dimmer?
His thoughts shifted, and he had a sudden inspiration.
Daoist Jing Tian stood up abruptly, shot a glance at Li Yan, and raised two fingers—
Signaling him to initiate the second plan.
Li Yan instantly understood, and with a thump, knelt down before the old Daoist, voice righteous and resolute: “The Zeng family is guilty of every evil, wild with ambition—yesterday they destroyed Tiance, today they seek to kill Shangqing!”
“They are already no different from a demonic cult. I beg the seniors to act! Slay the demons, uphold justice and righteousness!”
“The Zeng family does whatever they please, intent on dominating the world of cultivators. After slaughtering Tiance and Shangqing, they’ll surely wipe out Wudang, then Shaolin, and finally massacre Dragon-Tiger Mountain, sweeping away all that is righteous!”
One accusation after another, the Zeng family was painted as not just ruthless and lawless, but as an apocalyptic force intent on enslaving the entire world of cultivators.
“Scoundrel, mind your tongue!”
Just as the accusations grew more outrageous, a furious shout rang out from within the Zeng estate.
Zeng family cultivators stepped aside, bowing in respect: “Greetings, Second Elder. Greetings, Third Elder.”
An old man in a green dragon robe slowly emerged.
Behind him followed a hunched, diminutive elder in a black tiger robe.
Bi Qing, Li Xin, and Daoist Jing Tian all shared a knowing smile.
The fish had taken the bait!
To destroy the Zeng family was easy.
To eradicate them completely was far from simple.
After all, the Zengs were head of the Five Great Clans—they would surely have contingencies. If you rushed in to wipe them out, some would inevitably slip through the net.
As Zheng Zha had said, it was the work of a moment, but the aftermath—constant harassment and vengeance—would be endless, as bothersome as mosquitoes.
“The way of survival: Do not let enemies arise; harmony above all.
If enemies arise, cut off their roots and crush their back-up.
Seek out hidden lines, trace the family records, sever all lifelines.”
Li Xin and Bi Qing’s role was not to kill or to vent, but to startle the snake and shake the mountain.
In their own lair, the Zeng family would naturally let their guard down.
Their disciples’ first reaction would be to fight back, not to flee.
Next, it was time for the heavy hitter—Shangqing’s patriarch, Daoist Jing Tian—to step on stage.
This would put pressure on the Zeng family while at the same time easing their worries.
Let them believe that as long as they dealt with Daoist Jing Tian, all would be well.

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Because Daoist Jing Tian was the Shangqing Sect’s greatest force.
Ordinarily, sending Daoist Jing Tian out was already the Shangqing Sect’s utmost courtesy.
It was just like a protagonist fighting ever-stronger monsters—each time the enemy is stronger, but not overwhelmingly so, still within reach.
This strategy was called “boiling a frog in warm water.”
The Zengs sending out their elders proved they had fallen into the trap.
The Second Elder approached slowly, smiling amiably, “Daoist Jing Tian, your presence honors us. Forgive me for not welcoming you sooner.”
“To what do we owe the pleasure?”
Daoist Jing Tian chuckled, beckoned him with a crooked finger, “If you want to know, come closer.”
The Second Elder hesitated, but still walked over.
“Slap!”
The sound echoed crisply and satisfying.
Daoist Jing Tian felt a surge of exhilaration and couldn’t help but laugh aloud.
No wonder Fellow Daoist Luo loved slapping people—there was something unspeakably delightful about it.
The Second Elder, seeing stars, cheeks burning, froze for a moment before flying into a rage: “How dare you hit me~!”
“I am the Second Elder of the Zeng family!”
The Zengs were powerful and influential; the Second Elder had enjoyed a lifetime of privilege and success.
At any other sect, he’d be venerated like an ancestor.
Even the great sects wouldn’t dare look down on him...
Well, perhaps not the Celestial Master of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, but that was an exception.
But for a mere elder of the Shangqing Sect to strike him—unforgivable.
How could a Zeng endure such humiliation?
Unexpectedly, Daoist Jing Tian grinned, “So what if I slap you? I’ll slap your left cheek, and then your right.”
“Slap!”
Another blow sent the Second Elder to the ground.
“Heh.”
“With your skills, you think you’re a match for me? Call everyone out—I’ll take you all on, ten at once if I have to!”
Elder Jing Tian taunted with a laugh.
Looking down at the Second Elder sprawled on the ground, he nodded in satisfaction—this was the martial world he remembered, the true world of cultivators.
After spending so much time with Luo Feng, he’d nearly begun to doubt reality itself.
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(End of Chapter)