"He’s here—just as expected! All units, get ready!" As the convoy snaked up the mountain, Mark Ma’s heart started racing. He could already picture Ryan Ling groveling under his feet, and couldn’t help but break into a gloating grin.
"Roger!" The Orthodox Unity Daoist Sect disciples lurking in the shadows immediately scattered into action. At the gate, several greeters kept up their big fake smiles, and the signboard was still draped in red cloth—boldly announcing the 'Warren Yuan Return-to-Sect Grand Ceremony' like nothing was amiss. The whole setup looked flawless.
"Mr. Ling, you finally made it! Please, come in—we’ve been waiting forever!" The moment Ryan Ling’s car stopped, a dozen Orthodox Unity disciples swarmed him, as if afraid he’d bolt.
"Huh? Where are those three gorgeous ladies who came with Mr. Ling?" The dark-skinned disciple froze, noticing Ryan was alone.
"Had something to do—went into the city for a bit!" Ryan Ling tossed out the line, not bothering to explain further.
Right now, the people being talked about are none other than Warren Yuan, Lin Zhan, Harvey Jin, and the rest—all kneeling on the ground, bloodied from the beating.
At this moment, Warren Yuan's eyes brimmed with bloody tears. He wanted to call out to his master, but couldn't utter a word—his heart felt like it was being cut by knives.
All of this started because of him. Ever since he regretfully left Orthodox Unity three years ago, Warren Yuan has never been able to let go of his sect—he dreams of returning.
His brothers Lin Zhan and Harvey Jin, who traveled north with him, saw through his feelings long ago. They wanted to use the trip to the provincial capital for the anti-Japanese celebration as a chance to help him return to the sect, and Xue Yue agreed to help mediate.
After a few back-and-forths, they actually got in touch with Orthodox Unity, and the sect agreed to meet. Warren Yuan was overjoyed and immediately prepared lavish gifts to discuss his return. Everything seemed to go smoothly—they settled it in just a few hours!
That night, Warren Yuan was so excited he couldn't sleep at all.
The next day, Xue Yue had to return to the provincial capital, while the rest of the brothers accompanied Warren Yuan up the mountain again to discuss the details of his return.
But to their shock, the hypocritical Orthodox Unity disciples suddenly turned into 'bandits,' forcibly detaining them. The reason things went so smoothly was that these heartless bastards coveted Warren Yuan’s lavish jade gifts.
After being robbed by these scumbags, they even set their sights on Ryan Ling, using his name to lure him into a trap. Hearing his former brothers talk so shamelessly, Warren Yuan was filled with regret.
At this point, he only hoped to trade his own life for his master Ryan Ling’s safe escape—he knew all too well how deadly the Heaven-Gang Earth-Fiend Demon-Subduing Array was!
You have to admit, Mark Ma and the third-gen disciples really did a decent job this time. Their self-made Big Dipper Dragon-Binding Array—even I might not be able to break it. Just the ghostly poison alone would be too much for most cultivators!
True enough—even though Mark Ma’s Dao root was destroyed, his brains are all there. He could become a formation master someday. I doubt we’ll even need that Heaven-Gang Earth-Fiend Demon-Subduing Array. But honestly, this level of formation is wasted on that kid—he doesn’t deserve it! Hahaha!
Don’t worry—his grandpa’s already working on it. Once we catch that kid, we’ll dig out his spine and restore Mark Ma’s Dao root!
Great idea—using his spine is perfect!
Hahaha!
Still, since he was here, he stayed calm—honestly, a formation of this level was a joke against him. Right now, his top priority was to confirm Warren Yuan and the others’ safety.
Enough—get Old Yuan out here, now!' Ryan Ling didn’t hesitate and sat down hard.
Sure, right away!' The dark-skinned disciple grinned as Ryan Ling sat, then quickly backed away, looking smug.
Brother Ma, he’s in the trap—the idiot sat right in the array’s core! Go for it!' The dark-skinned disciple had barely left the hall before he eagerly called out on the walkie-talkie.
Of course, Ryan Ling could hear everything perfectly, but he didn’t move a muscle.
Activate the Big Dipper Dragon-Binding Array—now!' Mark Ma, hidden in the shadows, couldn’t wait and shouted.
Open the array!' someone shouted.
In an instant, a steel cage shot up from beneath Ryan Ling, completely trapping him. Each vajra-iron bar burst into flames, glowing red-hot. The hall’s brick walls fell away, revealing a bloody core that reeked of blood, malice, and poison. Overhead, a Big Dipper pattern appeared, shooting down seven golden beams and raising the temperature to hellish levels.
For a moment, it was as if Ryan Ling had been thrown into a toxic furnace—he’d be burned to a crisp in the blink of an eye.
You have to admit, Mark Ma and the third-gen disciples really did a decent job this time. Their self-made Big Dipper Dragon-Binding Array—even I might not be able to break it. Just the ghostly poison alone would be too much for most cultivators!
True enough—even though Mark Ma’s Dao root was destroyed, his brains are all there. He could become a formation master someday. I doubt we’ll even need that Heaven-Gang Earth-Fiend Demon-Subduing Array. But honestly, this level of formation is wasted on that kid—he doesn’t deserve it! Hahaha!
Don’t worry—his grandpa’s already working on it. Once we catch that kid, we’ll dig out his spine and restore Mark Ma’s Dao root!
Great idea—using his spine is perfect!
Hahaha!
Still, since he was here, he stayed calm—honestly, a formation of this level was a joke against him. Right now, his top priority was to confirm Warren Yuan and the others’ safety.
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The guys gossiping here? All second-gen Orthodox Unity disciples—the same crew who used to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with Warren Yuan.