The name Andrew Han of Green Mountain Sect resounds like thunder.
On today's Sinoveran internet, people might not know the divisions of the Martial Arts World, or the awe-inspiring names of Law Realm figures, but they certainly know the reputation of Andrew Han.
Andrew Han of Green Mountain Sect!
When the Black Dragon swept the sea once again, Andrew Han sang out the battle-hymn, 'Glory to Green Mountain Sect.' Guarding the nation's gate and Green Mountain itself, his dazzling feats have already swept across Sinovera—everyone knows, everyone remembers.
Green Mountain Sect, silent for twenty-two years.
Not only has it regained its former glory, it now enjoys an unparalleled reputation.
“What?”
“Finch Huang is actually a disciple of Green Mountain Sect, and Andrew Han’s personal disciple?”
The once-boisterous online world instantly fell into dead silence. No one spoke, because no one could speak.
Yet people couldn’t help but whisper in private.
Some protested, “Why? Why is speech so restricted?”
Others demanded, “Finch Huang, who cruelly killed a rabbit, is actually a Green Mountain Sect disciple and Andrew Han’s personal disciple? That’s truly despicable. I once wanted to join Green Mountain Sect, but now I’m so disappointed.”
“The original poster is an idiot, not even human. Case closed.”
“Heh, join Green Mountain Sect? Your account is still level zero—just shut up already. Don’t you know your own worth?”
Some questioned, some denied, but most were fully supportive.
Those who wanted to fan the flames and stir up online chaos also kept silent, vaguely realizing how serious things had become—online opinion had enraged Andrew Han of Green Mountain Sect.
In the face of a tsunami of online abuse, all methods are useless.
But that does not include force!
Power that towers over the world and stands at the peak of humanity can crush and sweep away even the most terrifying online abuse.
Power!
In this era, power rules all.
With the Martial Arts World’s oversight, there are almost no rogue martial artists running rampant; everyone abides by the new rules issued by the Martial Arts Alliance.
……
“Oh no.”
Those who had been ranting and recklessly insulting Finch Huang now began to panic.
……
“Is it really that serious?”
“The law doesn’t punish the masses. Besides, those scenes were bloody and not suitable for children.” Those who casually reposted and strongly endorsed the videos felt uneasy. Still unaware that the videos actually came from Sandra Yin, they blamed Finch Huang instead.
These people failed to recognize their mistake.
Even if irreversible consequences followed, at most they would sigh a couple of times.
Coincidentally, the virtue of Green Mountain Sect stands in stark contrast.
There is no medicine for regret in this world.
Some things cannot be mended with apologies. So whether or not one admits fault, punishment remains.
The online world is vast and boundless.
Andrew Han’s three warnings hung in the sky like blazing suns, illuminating the land for thousands of miles. They declared Green Mountain Sect untouchable and reaffirmed the Martial Arts World’s iron laws.
Demons have no good or evil; Specters have no virtue or vice.
They feed on humanity—though they possess intelligence and emotions, even admirable character and charisma, their nature determines their position: they are humanity’s mortal enemies!
Therefore.
The Martial Arts World issued an announcement.
This announcement, following Andrew Han’s warnings, once again shocked the internet: “Either Demons and Specters are wiped out, or humanity is extinct… Those who refuse to kill them are guilty of treason, betraying humanity.”
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Westlake City, Martial Arts Training Camp.
Once the center of attention, Irene Yin's face lost all color. Her eyes widened in disbelief: "Oh my god, Finch Huang is actually a disciple of Green Mountain Sect, and Andrew Han's personal disciple??"
"I—I created more than ten alt accounts!"
"I took turns privately messaging her insults for two hours—does that even count as something serious?"
Wrapped in an exquisite silk robe, Irene Yin's beautiful face turned deathly pale; she felt as if her heart might stop beating.
If she were banned from practicing martial arts...
How could she possibly enjoy the privileged life of being adored by everyone?
Ever since she first encountered martial arts, Irene Yin gradually realized that martial power was her lifelong support. If her qualification to practice martial arts was stripped away, life would be worse than death.
"No."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. My martial arts talent is so outstanding, the best of my generation—who could bear to let me stop practicing? Not even Andrew Han." Irene Yin tried to reassure herself.
Even so, panic still gnawed at her heart.
Herself.
She was really in trouble now.
Slowly, Irene Yin lifted her goose-down comforter, slipped on her luxurious cashmere slippers, and planned to leave the dorm alone, hoping to avoid her roommates' strange looks.
Until this moment...
Irene Yin could barely stand the bizarre stares—if she had to face online abuse on top of that... She was just thinking this when the dorm door was pushed open.
"Irene Yin." The middle-aged woman who usually managed life at the training camp, a Martial General Realm cultivator, looked coldly at the exquisitely dressed Irene Yin. All warmth from the past was gone: "Pack your things. By order of the Martial Arts World, you are to be expelled from Sinovera—by sunset tomorrow, you must leave this land."
At these words...
Irene Yin froze where she stood.