5: The Nalan family is arrogant? Big Yellow, go bite their butt!

The sky was very blue.

The sunlight was very blinding.

But for the members of the Nalan Family standing amidst the ruins of the Hidden God Sect's main hall at this moment, it felt as if the sky had fallen.

"Thud! Thud!"

One muffled sound after another rang out.

Those Nalan Family guards, who were usually arrogant and had reached the high stages of Qi Refining, were now like freshly cooked noodles, kneeling limply on the ground.

It wasn't that they wanted to kneel.

It was that their legs wouldn't listen to them.

The sword intent that erupted from that rusty iron sword... no, from that "fruit knife," was like an ancient divine mountain, pressing down ruthlessly on the crowns of their heads.

That feeling was like an ant being blown silly by the air current from a dragon's nostrils.

Cold sweat dripped down Nalan Yanran's exquisite chin.

Her Foundation Establishment cultivation, which she took pride in, was as fragile as a joke before this sword intent.

She stared fixedly at the knife in Xiao Chen's hand.

A black hilt, a rusty guard, and an unremarkable blade.

Was this the thing that was just called an "apple peeler"?

"This is impossible..."

Nalan Yanran's voice trembled, her nails nearly digging into her palms.

"An illusion... this must be an illusion!"

"Xiao Chen is clearly a cripple; how could he possibly activate such a terrifying divine weapon?!"

She couldn't accept it.

How could a former fiancé, whom she regarded as nothing more than weeds, suddenly possess power that made her look up in awe?

It was like you just threw out some junk from your house, only to turn around and see the junk collector driving a Bugatti Veyron to pick it up.

This kind of psychological gap could drive a person insane.

Xiao Chen was also completely bewildered at this moment.

The hand holding the knife was shaking, not out of fear, but out of excitement.

So strong!

Master did not deceive me!

How is this for cutting fruit? With one strike, even the sky could be pierced through, right?

"Brat! How dare you use sorcery!"

A roar broke the dead silence.

Elder Nalan finally snapped out of his initial shock.

Shame.

A massive wave of shame surged into his heart.

He, a grand expert at the peak of Foundation Establishment and an elder of the Nalan Family, was actually frightened by a broken knife in a junior's hand?

If word of this got out, where would he hide his old face?

"Playing tricks!"

Elder Nalan lashed out in shame and anger. His spiritual energy surged frantically, his robes billowed, and his originally somewhat hunched body instantly grew a few inches taller.

"I don't believe that a piece of trash at the Qi Refining stage can truly turn the world upside down!"

"Die for me!"

Boom!

The floor beneath Elder Nalan's feet shattered, and he shot forward like a cannonball, lunging straight at Xiao Chen with murderous intent.

As he thrust out a palm, the wind whistled, faintly carrying the sound of wind and thunder.

He was playing for keeps, intending to kill Xiao Chen on the spot!

Xiao Chen's expression changed.

Although he held a divine weapon, his cultivation was shallow after all, and he couldn't react in time.

Seeing that the palm carrying a destructive aura was about to crush Xiao Chen's skull...

"Sigh."

A light sigh echoed in the corner of the hall.

Li Daoxuan was still sitting in that armchair with a missing leg, not moving an inch.

He looked at the exasperated Elder Nalan with eyes that seemed to be watching a monkey jumping up and down.

"Manners."

"I told you all to calm down, so why can't you understand human speech?"

Li Daoxuan shook his head and casually grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the fruit plate on the table.

Then, he put two fingers to his lips.

"Whew—"

A crisp, loud whistle pierced the tense air.

The next second.

There was a sudden movement in the messy haystack at the entrance of the hall.

A big yellow dog, charred-yellow all over with messy fur and looking no different from a rural Mutt, slowly lifted its eyelids.

Its name was Da Huang.

It was a stray dog Li Daoxuan had picked up off the side of the road on the day he transmigrated.

Normally, its main job was sunbathing, sleeping, and showing up punctually at the cafeteria door at mealtime.

In everyone's eyes, it was just an ordinary watchdog.

Even when those guards came in, they had kicked it for being in the way.

But now.

Hearing its master's whistle.

Da Huang's drowsy eyes snapped open.

In that instant, a very human-like trace of... impatience flashed through the dog's originally cloudy eyes.

"Woof. (What a pain, disturbing this Emperor's sleep again.)"

Da Huang yawned and gave a slight kick with its hind legs.

There was no spiritual energy fluctuation.

Nor were there any earth-shattering phenomena.

It was like a yellow bolt of lightning, vanishing into thin air.

Fast!

Extremely fast!

Even Li Daoxuan, this Great Emperor, could only barely catch a glimpse of an afterimage.

Elder Nalan, who was pouncing through the air, suddenly felt a chill down his back.

It was as if he were being watched by some prehistoric beast; every hair on his body stood on end.

"What is that?!"

Before he could even turn around.

"Crunch!"

A tooth-aching sound of something snapping echoed clearly in the hall.

It wasn't the sound of bones breaking.

It was the sound of the protective spiritual energy shield being bitten to pieces!

Immediately following that.

"Awoooo—!!!"

A blood-curdling scream almost shattered everyone's eardrums.

Elder Nalan, still in mid-air, suddenly stiffened as if yanked by an invisible rope, then slammed heavily onto the ground.

He clutched his butt with both hands, his face contorted in pain, his features all squeezed together.

On his butt.

The originally indestructible spiritual energy shield had shattered into dross.

A large hole had been torn in his silk trousers.

Blood was gushing down between his fingers.

And three meters behind him.

Da Huang landed gracefully, a piece of fabric still hanging from its mouth.

"Pah."

Da Huang spat the fabric onto the ground and shook its head in disgust, as if to say:

This old guy's meat is too tough; it gets stuck in my teeth.

Dead silence filled the room.

Nalan Yanran's mouth hung open, her expression completely unmanaged.

The guards kneeling on the ground had their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

The Elder... was bitten by a dog?

That was a peak Foundation Establishment expert!

His protective spiritual energy could hardly be scratched by swords, yet it was bitten through by a Mutt?!

"A... A demonic beast!!"

Elder Nalan pointed a trembling finger at Da Huang, his voice filled with terror.

"This is definitely no ordinary dog!"

"This is a high-level demonic beast! It might even be a Core Formation stage great demon!"

"Breaking my defense just now was as easy as taking something from a pocket! Run! Run quickly!!"

At this moment, where was Elder Nalan's previous arrogance?

He didn't care about the sharp pain in his butt and scrambled to his feet, not even bothering to pick up the shoe he had lost.

Fear.

True fear.

This seemingly dilapidated sect was too sinister!

The Disciple held a "fruit knife" that could cleave the heavens, and the watchdog could insta-kill someone at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Just what kind of terrifying existence must that young Sect Master be, who hadn't even made a move yet?!

"Go! Let's go!"

Elder Nalan grabbed the still-stunned Nalan Yanran and turned to sprint down the mountain.

That speed was more than ten times faster than when they arrived.

Seeing this, the guards didn't care about their weak legs anymore; they scrambled on all fours, crying for their parents as they followed.

In the blink of an eye.

The previously aggressive members of the Nalan Family disappeared without a trace, as if being chased by wolves.

Leaving behind only a mess and a faint scent of blood in the air.

"They... ran away just like that?"

Xiao Chen held the knife, a bit stunned.

He had already prepared himself for a fight to the death and had even thought of his last words.

The result?

That was it?

Chased away by a single bite from Da Huang?

He turned to look at Da Huang, who was licking its paws, his gaze becoming extremely complex.

So, the weakest one in the sect is actually me?

Even a dog is stronger than me?!

Li Daoxuan sat in his chair, finished the last melon seed, and brushed the crumbs off his hands.

"Da Huang, good job."

"I'll give you an extra chicken leg tonight."

Da Huang's ears twitched, its tail wagged perfunctorily once, and then it turned around, found a comfortable position, and went back to sunbathing.

Hiding its merit and fame deep within.

Li Daoxuan stood up, walked to the door, and looked in the direction the Nalan Family had fled, a cold smirk playing on his lips.

In the distance.

Nalan Yanran's exasperated yet clearly trembling threat echoed from the mountain path:

"Xiao Chen! Li Daoxuan!"

"Just you wait!"

"The Yunlan Sect will never let today's humiliation go!"

"I will ask my Master to come forth! He will flatten your pathetic sect!!"

The voice echoed through the valley, startling several birds into flight.

Hearing that venomous voice, Xiao Chen's heart tightened, and he turned to look at Li Daoxuan.

"Master... the Sect Master of the Yunlan Sect, Yun Shan, is a Dou Wang expert (Soul Transformation Stage stage). If he really comes..."

Li Daoxuan stretched, interrupting his Disciple's worry.

He turned to walk back, his voice drifting over lazily.

"So what if he comes?"

"It just so happens that the soil in our sect is a bit hard; we could use a few people to loosen it up."

"Disciple, go sweep the floor. All that blood is quite unappetizing."

Looking at his master's calm and unruffled back, Xiao Chen's racing heart inexplicably settled down.

True.

Even the watchdog is a peerless great demon.

What's a mere Yunlan Sect worth?

Xiao Chen put away the fruit knife and, looking at Da Huang's back, bowed respectfully:

"Dog Martial Uncle, please look after me in the future."

Da Huang: "..."

Li Daoxuan: "..."