Neither Evan Yang nor Leonard Lee expected things to turn out this way. Leonard, having been warned beforehand, kept quiet, but Evan didn’t know the unspoken rule and spoke up—triggering Immortal Lord Lin’s temper.
“He didn’t mean it, Immortal Lord Lin, please don’t take offense,” Immortal Lord Xavier hurriedly explained.
Immortal Lord Lin shot him a glare. “Who do you think I am? You expect me to just follow your orders?”
“Immortal Lord Lin, it truly wasn’t intentional,” Immortal Lord Xavier quickly explained, sounding like someone afraid of trouble. Immortal Lord Lin found this attitude pleasing and burst out laughing. “Immortal Lord Xavier, you might be North Sect’s leader, but you can’t just let your people behave like this. Tell you what—since he broke the rules, I’ll have my subordinate teach him a lesson, and then we’ll pretend nothing happened. How about that?”
“Immortal Lord Lin, please don’t! His cultivation is far too low—he can’t withstand your subordinate’s attacks!” Immortal Lord Xavier exclaimed in alarm.
“So you’re saying you don’t want him to join?” Immortal Lord Lin asked, his brows furrowing.
Immortal Lord Xavier hadn’t expected things to escalate like this. Desperate to calm Lin, he quickly turned to Evan Yang and said, “Quick, apologize to Immortal Lord Lin.”
Evan Yang had never apologized to any strongman before, and now he was expected to bow his head just for saying one sentence—it was something he simply couldn’t do.
Seeing Evan Yang hesitate, Immortal Lord Xavier grew anxious. Immortal Lord Lin just sneered, “You’ve got backbone, but in this place that’s a weakness. The tougher you act, the sooner you die. My advice? Go back and hide in your North Sect.”
With things already at this point, Immortal Lord Xavier could only say helplessly, “Then I’ll take him back.”
Evan Yang heard Immortal Lord Xavier’s words and understood he had no choice. Apologizing was impossible for him, so he said, “Then let your subordinate teach me a lesson.”
Everyone was stunned. Immortal Lord Lin stared at Evan, neither angry nor pleased. After a long moment, he sneered, “Good. The more backbone you have, the more I enjoy playing with you. I’ll play you to death. Go ahead—break his hands and feet.”
“Yes, sir.” The Heavenly-Immortal beside him replied. Letting a Heavenly-Immortal discipline an Earth-Immortal—if he didn’t control his strength, he could easily kill Evan by accident.
Immortal Lord Xavier was shocked. “Immortal Lord Lin, that’s too much! Let me take him away!”
“Take him away? I won’t let him leave now. Once he’s been taught a lesson, he can join. Someone with this much backbone—it’d be a pity not to keep him here.” Immortal Lord Lin laughed like a devil.
Seeing that twisted smile, Evan Yang really wanted to teach him a lesson himself, but he held back. He knew Immortal Lord Lin was far out of his league for now.
The Heavenly-Immortal stepped forward and threw a punch. Evan Yang punched back, but all he heard was a sharp crack—his bones breaking. The sound came from Evan’s own hand. He hadn’t expected the gap between Earth-Immortal and Heavenly-Immortal to be so vast; even with his attack-boosting techniques, he couldn’t resist.
The Heavenly-Immortal was surprised by Evan’s strength. Though he’d broken Evan’s hand, his own hand was numb. If Evan threw another punch, he’d rather use more force next time.
But the Heavenly-Immortal cared about saving face, so he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned to Immortal Lord Lin and reported, “His hand is crippled.”
“Just one hand? There’s still the other hand and both legs,” Immortal Lord Lin said with a cruel smile.
Immortal Lord Xavier was dumbfounded; Leonard Lee was even more shocked. Evan Yang, though his hand was broken and the pain was intense, endured it and thought to himself, “Immortal Lord Lin, one day I’ll make you pay for this.”
“Immortal Lord Lin, please stop! One hand is already broken—don’t go any further!” Immortal Lord Xavier pleaded urgently.
“Immortal Lord Xavier, why are you so nervous? It’s just broken hands and feet. With his cultivation, a few decades and he’ll be good as new,” Immortal Lord Lin said with a mocking smile.
Immortal Lord Xavier couldn’t accept that. If things went this way, Evan Yang would spend decades in Ethereal Sanctuary, constantly bullied and powerless to defend himself—worse off than any newcomer before. He begged, “Immortal Lord Lin, I’m begging you!”
“Begging me is useless,” Immortal Lord Lin replied coldly.
Evan Yang endured the agony, glaring at Immortal Lord Lin. The Heavenly-Immortal finally moved, hitting even harder this time—he didn’t want to feel numb again.
Evan Yang was out of luck. With one hand already broken, his strength was compromised. When he tried to block with his left hand, all the bones shattered. If his body weren’t so tough, his entire body might have exploded right then.
Both hands crippled, Evan Yang clenched his teeth and still stared at Immortal Lord Lin.
Immortal Lord Xavier was stunned, his face pale. “Immortal Lord Lin, you can’t do this—he only said one sentence!”
“Oh? You think one sentence can be spoken carelessly? No rules at all. I’m telling him now—if he wants to survive here, it won’t be easy. Especially in Ethereal Sanctuary, this is nothing. You know that, don’t you? If he can’t even handle this, what hope does he have?” Immortal Lord Lin mocked, but Evan Yang wasn’t afraid; he kept his cold gaze fixed on Lin.
Immortal Lord Xavier knew well how terrifying Ethereal Sanctuary was, but Evan Yang hadn’t even entered yet—just speaking one extra sentence had led to this. Especially going in crippled, it would only make things worse.
“Sect Master, forget it, don’t beg him,” Evan Yang said through gritted teeth.
“Good, such backbone! I wonder, after you’ve spent enough time in Ethereal Sanctuary, will you turn into a meek little mouse?” Immortal Lord Lin laughed loudly.
Evan Yang sneered, “That’ll only disappoint you.”
“Still daring to talk back? You really love running your mouth. But I don’t want you to die yet—I want to see if, after you’re tortured until you’re barely human, you’ll still be so arrogant.” Immortal Lord Lin paused, then laughed instead of getting angry.
“Why would you—” Immortal Lord Xavier was helpless after hearing Evan Yang say that.
The Heavenly-Immortal had already moved. With Evan Yang offering no resistance, both legs were broken easily. Yet Evan didn’t collapse; using his remaining strength, he floated just above the ground, his feet barely off the floor—almost unnoticeable.
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“Oh? Still not down?” Immortal Lord Lin chuckled when he saw Evan Yang hadn’t collapsed.
“Immortal Lord Lin, all four limbs are broken now. Please, be merciful and let it go,” Immortal Lord Xavier pleaded, his heart aching.
“Alright, I’ll be magnanimous. Since that’s settled, he’s approved. What’s his name? Where’s he from?” Immortal Lord Lin said with a smile.
“Evan Yang, from the Blue World-Realm,” Immortal Lord Xavier replied.
“Blue? Isn’t that a micro-tier world-realm? That makes him trash among trash.” Immortal Lord Lin chuckled.
Everyone understood what he meant by ‘trash among trash.’ The first ‘trash’ referred to North Sect; the second, to Evan Yang from a micro-tier world-realm.
Immortal Lord Xavier could only endure it, helpless. Evan Yang, however, thought to himself, “Let’s see who’s really trash among trash in the future.”
Leonard Lee was stunned, not daring to speak—he could only watch Evan Yang struggling to support himself.
“Little Xu, register him into Newcomer First Palace. That place suits him,” Immortal Lord Lin said to the subordinate who had struck Evan earlier.
“Yes, sir,” the man replied, then tried to grab Evan Yang and drag him away. Evan protested, “I can walk by myself.”
“You really do have backbone. I want to see if you’re still like this in a few days. Don’t come begging me to leave then,” Immortal Lord Lin laughed.
Evan Yang ignored him and followed the man out. Watching Evan’s retreating figure, Leonard Lee broke out in a cold sweat. This was terrifying—even if cultivators could recover, the pain from this kind of torment was unbearable.
Watching Evan Yang leave, Immortal Lord Xavier felt helpless. He knew Evan would only be bullied now that he’d entered, and achieving anything would be nearly impossible. “Alright, you two can go now—do I need to escort you?” Immortal Lord Lin said, glancing at Xavier and Leonard Lee with a smile.
Immortal Lord Xavier paused, said nothing, and left with Leonard Lee. After leaving the planet, Leonard finally couldn’t hold back a tear. “I know how much you care about Evan, but things are already like this… sigh,” Immortal Lord Xavier said helplessly.
“That place isn’t fit for anyone. What will he do now?” Leonard Lee asked, worried.
“If he’s lucky, he’ll die there. If not, he’ll wish he was dead,” Immortal Lord Xavier sighed.
“Isn’t there a third possibility?” Leonard Lee asked in shock.
“No. Maybe before, but now he’s offended Immortal Lord Lin—he’s not someone you want to mess with. He loves tormenting newcomers; almost everyone has suffered at his hands, especially those called ‘trash.’ To him, trash are just playthings. He doesn’t dare mess with the strong because he’s afraid they’ll get revenge someday,” Immortal Lord Xavier explained.
“Bastard!” Leonard Lee cursed outright.
“Careful, he’s famous for having sharp ears,” Immortal Lord Xavier warned. “What?” Leonard Lee was startled.
“Yeah, be careful. Even though you’re not part of Ethereal Sanctuary and he can’t control you, if he gets angry, you know what happens. Just like Evan Yang—yesterday I forgot to warn him.” Immortal Lord Xavier sighed.
“I really don’t know what’ll happen to Evan once he’s inside,” Leonard Lee said, full of worry.
As for Evan Yang, he followed the Heavenly-Immortal called Little Xu through the palace. Many saw Evan’s crippled limbs, supported only by Immortal Essence, but no one pitied him. They’d all suffered just as much, so Evan was simply ignored.
Evan Yang was surprised by how cold everyone was. He didn’t realize they were helpless, too. Most had grown used to it—this place was a true coliseum, where the weak only got weaker and the strong grew stronger. Two extremes.
Sweat poured from Evan Yang, but he knew his Heavenly Cold Seed was already working, slowly mending his broken bones.
“I should recover soon,” Evan Yang muttered, keeping the names Little Xu and Immortal Lord Lin firmly in mind. He vowed to make them pay—his broken limbs wouldn’t be in vain, and he would get his revenge.