Chapter 261: Hehuan Sect Chief

"Fu Chaojun!" Yi Lianxing roared furiously, "You bastard!"

Without another word, she immediately attacked. She whistled, and two spirit birds in the sky shrieked, instantly swooping down towards Fu Chaojun. Just as they neared, one bird sprayed yellowish-brown saliva, drenching the unsuspecting Fu Chaojun. Immediately after, the other spirit bird flapped its wings, unleashing a volley of feathers.

Fu Chaojun was in the middle of bandaging Ming Youlian's wounds, completely unprepared. Noticing the incoming feathers, he tried to use his movement technique to escape. To his astonishment, the yellowish-brown saliva clinging to him had sealed his spiritual power, preventing him from activating it!

Faster than words could describe, he tore off his coat while lunging forward.

*Bang bang bang—*

The spirit birds' feathers grazed his shoulder and struck the ground, causing a series of violent explosions! The pavilion swayed precariously from the blasts, nearly collapsing. The shockwaves from the explosion knocked him to the ground, leaving him quite disheveled.

The two spirit birds attacked again. Simultaneously, Yi Lianxing coordinated with them, activating her cultivation technique. Fu Chaojun's heart pounded. He had long heard that the spirit beasts of the Spirit Beast Sect disciples were troublesome, but he hadn't taken it seriously. Now he realized it was truly so! He, a dignified Core Formation stage cultivator, was actually suffering a loss at the hands of an eighth-level Foundation Establishment Spirit Beast Sect disciple!

Fortunately, before the three attacked again, he quickly removed the robe covered in the yellow saliva. As soon as his spiritual power recovered, he immediately revealed a fierce expression: "Attacking me? You're asking for a beating!"

He grabbed his guqin and plucked the strings.

*Clang—*

Amidst a sharp, piercing guqin sound, the two spirit birds were struck by invisible attacks, instantly losing large patches of feathers. They shrieked in pain and flew high into the sky in fear. Yi Lianxing bore the brunt of the attack; her skirt ripped in several places, and her skin was covered in scratches. But she remained fearless, angrily continuing to charge forward.

Fu Chaojun snorted, "Overestimating yourself!" As his ten fingers suddenly exerted force, a powerful, resonant guqin sound, like clashing iron horses on an icy river, instantly sent Yi Lianxing flying backward!

Qin Caihe and Chu Xingmeng quickly caught her. They glared furiously at Fu Chaojun. Qin Caihe angrily exclaimed, "Fu Chaojun! You despicable wretch! And you call yourself the chief disciple of the Heavenly Sound Sect! Utterly shameless!"

Fu Chaojun released the guqin strings. He looked at the four unharmed individuals, including Jiang Fan. Then he looked at the Thousand-mile Eagle, which had not been lost, and finally at the mountain of Red-scaled Flood Dragons piled up. He couldn't help but show surprise! Not only were they not dead, but they had also harvested so many Red-scaled Flood Dragons? These flood dragons were extremely valuable treasures; even one could sell for a thousand spirit stones. Fifty or more of them amounted to fifty thousand spirit stones!

In stark contrast, all the demonic beasts he was escorting had been eaten, and the Grand Elder had even lost an arm. The vivid comparison made it hard for him not to feel jealous.

Hearing Qin Caihe's rebuke, he instead seized the opportunity to make trouble: "You still have the nerve to bother me? I haven't even settled scores with you yet! If it weren't for you abandoning us, would our Grand Elder have lost an arm? You won't get away with this!"

What? They thought framing them was already shameless enough, but they never expected Fu Chaojun to be even more despicable than they imagined! He was actually twisting facts like this!

Jiang Fan drew his black sword and said coldly, "You're eyeing this pile of Red-scaled Flood Dragons, aren't you?"

He wasn't merely twisting facts; he just wanted an excuse to snatch their spoils! Having his ulterior motives exposed, Fu Chaojun no longer hid anything. He looked around; the abandoned dock was deserted. Then he revealed a sinister smile: "Good that you know! If you don't want to suffer physical pain, hand them over! Consider it compensation for offending me!"

Yi Lianxing retorted furiously, "Shameless brute! You harmed us, and now you want to steal our things? Dream on!" She truly hadn't expected that this prodigy of the Heavenly Sound Sect, famous throughout the Nine Sects, would have such poor character in private. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed anyone who told her.

Fu Chaojun's handsome face showed a hint of mockery: "So what if I harmed you? What if I steal your things? A bunch of chickens and dogs, what can you possibly do to me, Fu Chaojun?" He immediately held his guqin and walked towards the Red-scaled Flood Dragons, snorting coldly: "All of you, get out of my way! Otherwise, no one will know if I kill you all!"

What made Fu Chaojun frown was that the three women showed no sign of fear. This was an abandoned dock, and there was no one around. If he truly committed a heinous act, no one would stop him, and no one would ever know. It was only when he noticed that the three women's gazes simultaneously fell on Jiang Fan that he couldn't help but sneer: "What, are you still relying on this waste?"

Jiang Fan twirled his sword and said indifferently, "If I am a waste, then you, a defeated opponent, are even worse than a waste, aren't you?"

The disastrous defeat in the music score competition was Fu Chaojun's unprecedented humiliation. Bringing it up again undoubtedly stung him. His eyes darkened: "Did you just grasp a little bit of sound-based cultivation technique from somewhere and think you can compare to me, Fu Chaojun? Don't forget, you're only at the Foundation Establishment stage, while I'm already a Core Formation stage expert! How can someone of your caliber compare?"

Jiang Fan dug at his ear, a hint of annoyance in his eyes: "You've said similar things countless times. My ears are calloused from hearing it. Whether you're as strong as you imagine, won't we know if we try?"

Fu Chaojun laughed angrily: "Good! If you're looking for death, don't blame me!" He raised a hand, about to pluck the guqin strings and unleash a sound wave attack!

Just then, the chaotic sound of hooves broke the silence of the abandoned dock. Looking into the distance, a towering cloud of dust, like a long dragon, was heading towards them. Soon after, they could clearly see the newcomers: a group of handsome men and beautiful women dressed in luxurious clothes. The men were tall and handsome, the women beautiful and enchanting. Their attire was vibrant and lavish, creating a stunning impression. If one were to ask which sect's disciples were the most outstanding in appearance, it would naturally be the Joyous Union Sect. The identity of this group of handsome men and beautiful women was obvious. Moreover, they were also escorting a long caravan of carriages, clearly heading to this dock to cross the Raging River.

As soon as they arrived, they discovered Jiang Fan and Fu Chaojun in a standoff. They didn't recognize Jiang Fan, but how could they not recognize Fu Chaojun?

The tall young man leading the group, with a smile in his eyes, said: "Brother Fu, to meet like this, we must be fated. Are you in trouble? Can I help you?"

Fu Chaojun's face darkened: "Just an ignorant small fry, I can handle it myself. No need for you, Xie Liushu, to meddle!" He didn't think the person in front of him was being kind. This man was the chief disciple of the Joyous Union Sect, uninhibited and unparalleled in charm, most skilled at seducing women! Fu Chaojun's junior sister, whom he had always admired, had her heart captured by Xie Liushu in just a few words and, as if enchanted, dedicated her chastity to him. This had always been a thorn in Fu Chaojun's heart, because he knew Xie Liushu did it on purpose, just to humiliate him! Now that the two met again, how could there be kind words?

Xie Liushu smiled faintly, then turned his gaze to Jiang Fan. After scanning the three women behind him, his eyes showed a hint of admiration: "This junior brother is truly blessed. He even has three beauties accompanying him on a mission. However, the person you're confronting right now is the chief disciple of the Heavenly Sound Sect. I fear junior brother alone might find it difficult to handle! Perhaps I should lend junior brother a hand."

Jiang Fan frowned. The other party's covetous gaze on Yi Lianxing and the other two women made him uncomfortable. Therefore, he said indifferently, "I appreciate Senior Brother Xie's good intentions. However, it's just dealing with Fu Chaojun. I alone am enough."

Xie Liushu and the Joyous Union Sect disciples behind him exchanged glances, all showing astonishment. What did "just dealing with Fu Chaojun" mean? He was the chief disciple of the Heavenly Sound Sect! Even Xie Liushu had to treat him with solemnity as a contemporary heavenly prodigy. Who was this person? How could he speak with such arrogance?

Just then, from the very back of the Joyous Union Sect contingent, a voice filled with a hint of complaint came: "Senior Brother, you might not recognize him, but his name must be famous."