"Angry?" Already angry? No way, when I saw you sharp-tongued just now, my wife didn't pull her face this long like you did, did she?
You only allow words to hurt people, but no one is allowed to fight back? What's up? Is the entire Wind God Sea Pavilion yours? Facing Qian Renxue's murderous gaze, Long Chen said with utter disdain.
Long Chen had seen plenty of women like Qian Renxue. She liked to be the highest, admired by thousands, adored by all, and extremely vain.
Now that her aura had been taken by Tang Wan'er, instead of improving her own strength, she resorted to underhanded tactics against Tang Wan'er. This showed that with her true abilities, she simply couldn't reclaim the position of goddess.
Previously, Long Chen didn't understand why Tang Wan'er would reject Qian Renxue's challenge. Tang Wan'er probably guessed it too. Qian Renxue knew she couldn't beat her, yet still challenged her. She must have held back her dirty tricks, and if she fought her, she would most likely suffer.
Now that he saw Qian Renxue in person, Long Chen could basically guess the general idea. For such a vicious woman, Long Chen would only fight tooth for tooth, eye for eye.
"Fengshen Sea Pavilion is my home, not for you outsiders begging for alms." Qian Renxue sneered.
"A beggar?" His mouth really is foul. The relationship between disciples and the sect is like fish and water—neither can live without the other.
A sect cultivates disciples, disciples guard the sect, pass on the tradition properly, and pass on without deceit—this is the foundation for a sect's prosperity.
The sect invests endless manpower and resources to train so many disciples because no one knows how far these disciples will grow in the future.
If the sect could see the future, they could simply train divine sons and goddesses. Why take in so many inner and outer disciples?
The wisdom of the sect is far beyond what a hot-tempered woman like you can understand. He actually acts like the master—what a big face. Long Chen replied with a cold laugh.
"This is a huge joke. Does my Wind God Sea Pavilion really expect you, like you, to carry the burden from outsiders?" Qian Renxue snorted coldly.
"Is there something wrong with your head? Can't you understand plain language? Or maybe you stuffed donkey hair in your ears and missed my words.
I've already said, no one can say for sure what will happen in the future. Who can guarantee that these seemingly mediocre outer disciples won't produce a peerless prodigy?
The path of cultivation is ever-changing; some rise young, some achieve great success late in life. Talent, aptitude, diligence, and luck are all indispensable.
Some people are like flowers, breaking through the soil and quickly blooming and bearing brilliant fruit.
Some people are like saplings—they grow slowly in the early stages, but if given enough time, they will grow into towering trees.
Why does the Wind God Sea Pavilion need to train so many people? No one knew which of these disciples would become pillars of the future.
Perhaps one day in the future, outer disciples will rise powerfully, soaring to the sky, their divine brilliance overshadowing you divine sons and daughters.
People should not be too arrogant; they must have a sense of reverence. Otherwise, those who have been oppressed by you will rise to great heights when you kneel and beg for mercy. Long Chen said coldly.
Long Chen's words echoed throughout the arena. The strong warriors present listened with excitement, feeling their own blood ignited by Long Chen's words.
The disciples present numbered over a million, over eighty percent of whom were outer sect disciples. Outer sect disciples were humble and weak.
But no matter how humble or weak they are, everyone has a dream of becoming strong, and they know this dream may never come true in their lifetime.
But Long Chen's words made their blood boil. Whether local or outside, as outer sect disciples, they would be regarded by the inner sect experts as useless food wasters.
Long Chen's explanation greatly encouraged them, especially his line, "One day, outer sect disciples will soar to the sky, their brilliance surpassing the divine sons and goddesses," which made their scalps tingle with excitement.
For some reason, although Long Chen's cultivation was only at the Saint King realm, his aura was exceptionally strong—so strong that no one dared question his words. At that moment, the outer sect disciples present were overwhelmed with excitement. If they weren't afraid of Qian Renxue, they would have applauded Long Chen long ago.
For the first time in their lives, someone spoke from their perspective. At this moment, whether native or outer disciples from outside the domain, they were all moved by Long Chen's words, and their gazes toward him changed.
Tang Wan'er watched Long Chen speak eloquently, his demeanor calm and his movements graceful. That confidence radiated from deep within his soul, making him look incredibly charming. Unconsciously, Tang Wan'er was already smiling like a flower; she loved seeing Long Chen like this.
"How ridiculous. Can their brilliance really outshine the gods and goddesses? It's simply a ridiculous joke in the world. Qian Renxue sneered.
"A frog in a well cannot speak of the sea; how can summer insects speak of ice?" You can question my words, but you shouldn't question the wisdom of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, right?
Do you think the Wind God Sea Pavilion is raising them for nothing? Or rather, do you think the master of the Wind God Sea Pavilion isn't as smart as you? Long Chen said disdainfully.
"Shut up! Is the Pavilion Master someone you can even bring up as a barbarian from beyond the realm?" Qian Renxue shouted angrily.
"Your mouth must have eaten shit, right? It stinks. You barbarian with your mouth open, beggar with your mouth shut—really uncivilized."
Luckily, you're no longer a goddess now, or I'd have made my Wan'er step down from the goddess position. It's too shameful to be on the same level as someone like you."
I'm too lazy to reason with you, you shrew. Aren't you here just to give us a hard time? I'm sorry, you can't get what you want.
Your subordinate slapped my hand with his face, and I could let go of past grievances. But if you spew filth everywhere, my Wan'er won't lower herself to hold it against you. Alright, you can get lost." Long Chen waved his hand, as if to scare away disgusting flies.
After saying this, Long Chen gave Qian Renxue no chance to refuse and turned toward Tang Wan'er. Suddenly, Tang Wan'er's pupils contracted, and at that moment, Qian Renxue's five fingers hooked like hooks, reaching straight for Long Chen's neck.
Qian Renxue had long been furious with Long Chen and burned inside, but she held back. Long Chen's final words and his arrogant turn made her anger reach its peak. She grabbed at Long Chen's neck with a claw, wanting to crush his neck.
"Smack!"
Seeing Qian Renxue make a move, Tang Wan'er was furious and was about to stop her, but Long Chen's large hand had already struck Qian Renxue's face.
A crisp and loud slap echoed throughout the room. Qian Renxue was sent flying by a single slap. When she steadied herself, five large hand seals were clearly imprinted on her face. At that moment, the entire audience gasped in shock.
"I, Long Chen, have never slapped a woman in my life. You're the first." Long Chen turned to look at Qian Renxue, whose hair was disheveled and she looked almost like a madman, and said calmly.
"I'm going to kill you."
Qian Renxue roared angrily, her violent aura erupting in an instant. The raging fierce wind tore through heaven and earth, and countless powerful figures present were instantly blown away.