Chapter 334: Chapter 167: Trimming the Sails

"Excuse me, Director Wang, is there any law that says we can’t use the name ’Qingcheng’ just because we’ve left Qingcheng Mountain?"

Yu Zhengnan’s expression darkened. He never imagined they would target his sect’s very name.

This was an attempt to completely sever the connection between the Qingcheng Sword Sect and Qingcheng Mountain.

To sever the Qingcheng Sword Sect’s historical lineage at its very root.

’How venomous!’

"Sect Leader Yu, if you have an objection to the Martial Arts Association’s decision, you may file for an administrative review!"

Director Wang glared, clearly annoyed by Yu Zhengnan’s defiance.

’A stray dog like him thinks he’s fit to challenge me?’

Seething with anger, Daoist Yu shot to his feet. His eyes narrowed as he snapped, "On what grounds did you make this decision? The Qingcheng Sword Sect is a successor to the Qingcheng Sect, with nearly a thousand years of history! How can you erase all that with a single decree?"

"What are you shouting for? And you call yourself a Sect Leader. Do you have any right to question Director Wang?"

Cangsong Taoist from the opposing Qingcheng Sect continued in a cold voice, "The Qingcheng Sect? I don’t recall ever having a branch like yours!"

"You..."

Yu Zhengnan was about to argue further, but Zhao Rui pulled him back from behind. "Senior Brother, don’t be hasty! It’s just a name, after all."

"Junior Brother Zhao!"

Yu Zhengnan was frantic. ’This isn’t just about a name!’

"See? This young brother here is the sensible one. It’s just a name, after all. Haha."

Cangsong laughed heartily.

Hearing this, many in the great hall couldn’t help but shake their heads. The Qingcheng Sword Sect had truly fallen to such a state that they couldn’t even protect their own name.

Just then, Zhao Rui’s voice rang out again, calm and unhurried.

"Since Director Wang says we can’t use the name ’Qingcheng’ because we aren’t on Qingcheng Mountain, then let’s just go back, Senior Brother!"

An uproar swept through the hall at his words, and all eyes turned to Zhao Rui and his companions.

"What nerve! Just you? Why don’t you take a piss and look at your own reflection!"

"And who are you? Your mouth is so foul. Other people might take a piss to see their reflection, but you probably just drink it!"

’They’re trying to erase our sect’s name, so why the hell should I be polite?’

"Brat, you’re courting death!"

"Threatening to kill people in front of an Emei High Monk and a Court official? Anyone who didn’t know better would think this was Qingcheng Mountain and that the Court was named after... I’m sorry, what was your name again?"

A wave of fury washed over Cangsong. He had never been mocked so brazenly. He immediately raised his hand and unleashed a blast of Gang Wind.

Yu Zhengnan was horrified and was about to leap aside, but he saw Zhao Rui step forward, open his right hand, and, as if catching a ball, snatch the blast of Gang Wind right out of the air.

"Your Qingcheng Martial Arts are pretty sloppy. Has the lineage been broken for the past five hundred years or something? Come to my Qingcheng Sword Sect. Considering your age, I’ll let you be my disciple’s disciple and teach you a few real moves."

Zhao Rui snorted coldly. He knew that regardless of whether they tolerated this or not, their opponents had no intention of letting the Qingcheng Sword Sect off the hook.

"How outrageous!"

Cangsong was overcome by a blinding rage. In all his years as an Elder of Qingcheng, he had never suffered such a humiliating insult.

In a flash, he shot toward Zhao Rui.

Zen Master Zhishan’s eyes narrowed, but he did not intervene. ’If you’re going to take a hard stance, you must be prepared to face the consequences.’

’Anyone can talk tough.’

"Today, I’ll let you have a taste of the true power of Qingcheng’s Ultimate Skill!"

With a wave of his hand, Cangsong conjured a giant palm, a meter wide, that descended upon Zhao Rui and his group like a massive fan.

"The Dan Yang Palm? What a coincidence. I know it too!"

It was one of the Qingcheng Martial Arts that Zhao Rui had restored. When mastered, its techniques like "Palm Transformation of Heaven and Earth" and "Condensing Pill and Returning Yang" were quite powerful.

However, it wasn’t considered a top-tier art.

Zhao Rui crushed the ball of Gang Qi in his right hand. True Qi erupted from his body, forming a giant palm the size of a millstone that, with a thunderous BOOM, collided with his opponent’s Dan Yang Palm.

The two opposing Palm Forces neutralized each other in mid-air, dissipating into motes of Dust that scattered in the wind.

In the next instant, Cangsong closed the distance, and the two men clashed.

Waves of True Qi radiated from their exchange, forcing everyone present to scramble back to avoid the blasts.

"Zen Master Zhishan, they’re acting so outrageously on your Mount Emei! Are you not going to do anything?"

Yu Zhengnan said anxiously, worried for Zhao Rui’s safety.

"Amitabha Buddha. Ultimately, this is a private matter for Qingcheng. It is not my place to interfere."

Zhi Shan said solemnly, his palms pressed together.

"If it’s their private family affair, then why aren’t you letting them use the Qingcheng name?"

The Young Master of the Tang Sect, who had arrived earlier, let out a derisive snort.

At these words, a chill ran down Tang Aiguo’s spine. He quickly turned to the Tang Family’s Young Master, clasping his hands with a pleading look on his face.

He was gesturing for him to stay out of this messy affair.

He then turned to Zen Master Zhishan and the others, bowing repeatedly with his fists clasped. With an embarrassed look, he said, "Our Young Master is young and doesn’t understand the intricacies of this matter. I hope you will all forgive him."

Everyone’s attention was fixed on the duel between Zhao Rui and Cangsong, so naturally, they couldn’t be bothered with a young boy’s comments.

"The glow of a firefly daring to rival the sun and moon? A frog at the bottom of a well! How are you worthy to witness my Dharma Divine Power?"

Furious that Zhao Rui was actually withstanding his assault, Cangsong stopped holding back. True Qi coiled around him, and suddenly, the phantom image of a colossal, sky-piercing tree materialized at his back.

The phantom image transformed into a streak of light and shot toward Zhao Rui.

"This is the Dharma Realm?"

Yu Zhengnan was so terrified his soul nearly left his body. He never would have imagined that a random Elder from the Qingcheng Sect was a master of the Dharma Realm.

’How can he possibly win this fight!’

"Stop!"

Yu Zhengnan roared, about to employ his usual tactic of surrendering.

Unfortunately, the phantom tree couldn’t understand his command and continued hurtling straight for Zhao Rui.

"My Qingcheng Sword Sect has ’Sword Sect’ in its name. How could we possibly be without Swordsmanship!"

"By the glorious might of the heavens, all evil is banished! Thunder of the Celestial Gods, heed my call! Go!"