"With so many of you fighting them, didn’t anyone figure out their cultivation level?"

Heaven couldn’t accept Elder’s persistence in staring at the Great Elder: "Surely you could see something in their martial arts?"

"I, I didn’t see clearly."

The Great Elder weakly shook his head. This was also his cause for panic. So many people attacked together, and yet they couldn’t see the opponent’s moves before being wiped out. No one would believe it if told.

"Hey! Since that’s the case, then just go die."

Tang Ming smirked and struck the Great Elder on the head, killing him.

Although he wanted to keep the Great Elder for other purposes, he remembered his two Masters had already gone up the mountain. If he didn’t hurry over, who knew what those two old guys might cause?

Immediately, Tang Ming had someone dispose of the Three-Life Sect’s corpses appropriately, then quickly headed up the mountain.

The Three-Life Sect really suffered a loss this time. They originally planned to take revenge for the Medical Immortal Workshop and seize the Purple Lightning Profound Skill. However, they came with aggressive intentions, only to encounter two old monsters, being wiped out without even seeing Tang Ming.

When he returned to the main hall of the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect, the Madman and Tang sat in Tang Ming’s previous seat of honor, neither willing to yield.

The others stood below, watching the two old men argue, and no one dared to intervene.

"Masters, what are you doing?"

Seeing this scene, Tang Ming’s mouth twitched.

"I’m your first Master, do you expect me to sit below him?"

Tang Cha rolled his eyes at Tang Ming.

"I will absolutely not take a lower position. I must sit at the highest spot."

The Madman shouted confidently.

"I..."

Tang Ming was utterly speechless, rubbing his temples in frustration: "Someone, bring two more chairs and place them behind the main seat."

"I say, Masters, I am the Sect Master of this new sect. With you crowding my position, isn’t it a little too much?"

Tang Ming advised with a look of helplessness: "You’re both my Masters, sitting behind me to support should be fine, right?"

Tang Cha and the Madman exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously; neither wanted to trouble Tang Ming too much.

After everyone was seated, Tang Ming reluctantly reported the situation to the two old guys: "This is how it is. Currently, the newly established Heavenly Martial Poison Sect mainly consists of disciples from the Poison Sect, Flowing Cloud Sect, and Heavenly Cloud Palace. Additionally, the urban system of Songlan City with the Chen, Zhou, and Xu families, and the commercial families of the Imperial City, act as vassals. With the two of you overseeing, we’ll soon establish ourselves in the Martial Arts world."

"Interesting!"

Tang Cha stroked his chin and looked playfully at the Madman: "So this Heavenly Martial Poison Sect comprises the Medical Immortal Workshop here and the former site of the Heavenly Medicine Sect on the other side of Cangmang Mountain. Old fool, what do you think?"

"Heh heh, two tigers can’t share one mountain, continue to fight then."

The Madman coldly laughed: "Which side do you guard?"

"I don’t care as long as the allocation of people is appropriate."

Tang Cha thought for a moment and said arrogantly: "Heavenly Cloud Palace remains with its 108 people whom I trained previously, I won’t give them up. Poison Sect is full of Poison Cultivators, my specialty, and you can’t take that. The rest are yours."

"It’s settled then."

The Madman clapped his hands: "My side is weaker, but the Poison Sect and Heavenly Cloud Palace have disciples. So you all should go settle at the Heavenly Medicine Sect’s side, is that unfair?"

"No problem."

Tang Cha nodded with a smile.

Listening to the two old guys’ conversation, Tang Ming and the others were baffled, not quite understanding.

"Tang Ming!"

The Madman suddenly looked at Tang Ming.

"Yes, Master."

Tang Ming quickly stood up.

"You have indeed established the sect, but you won’t stay here peacefully to manage it, so me and old fool decide to help you support this Heavenly Martial Poison Sect."

The Madman spoke resolutely: "From now on, except for the disciples from the Poison Sect and Heavenly Cloud Palace, I will help you manage the rest, stationed at the old site of the Medical Immortal Workshop."

"No more mentioning the Medical Immortal Workshop! From now on, this place is called the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect’s sub-mountain, and the other side is called the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect’s main-mountain, which I will oversee."

Tang Cha laughed and corrected.

"Why is this side the sub one, it’s the public-facing place, naturally it should be the main one."

The Madman protested immediately in dissatisfaction.

"But I can’t be the sub one!"

Tang Cha glared instantly.

"Then let’s talk about yin and yang, without distinguishing primary and secondary. You are a Poison Cultivator, and the Poison Sect’s disciples use poison, and there are a bunch of women, yang must yield to yin, so that side will be called the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect Moon Yin Peak, and this side Riyang Peak, how’s that?"

The Madman analyzed seriously.

"Sure! Also, from now on, every year, Moon Yin Peak and Riyang Peak will hold a competition to see whose disciples are more powerful."

Tang Cha looked at the Madman, full of fighting spirit.

"It’s agreed then."

The Madman nodded, then got up and walked out: "Call everyone except the disciples of the Poison Sect and Heavenly Cloud Palace to gather."

"Poison Sect and Heavenly Cloud Palace’s disciples to gather at the square."

Tang Cha also left with the Madman.

"I, I am the Sect Master!"

Watching the backs of the two old guys, Tang Ming looked dejected, feeling his role as Sect Master was lacking any sense of achievement.

"Bro, count your blessings! Having such high-ranking people managing the sect for you is a good fortune! In my family, experts of this level have long retreated from public life," said Meng Xianjun, looking at Tang Ming enviously.

"Alright then, since we’re heading back to the city soon."

Tang Ming sighed helplessly and had nothing more to say.

"Brother Tang Ming, this Moon Yin Peak and Riyang Peak... am I yin or yang?"

Chen Cang looked at Tang Ming with a face full of dilemma.

"Stop adding to the confusion, you need to come back to the Imperial City with me for school, otherwise who will protect Meng Ting’s safety?"

Tang Ming glared at Chen Cang with displeasure, "Let them bicker, I’m going to hang out with Zixin and Xiao Li."

In the following days, Tang Ming was completely sidelined, as the entire Heavenly Martial Poison Sect was divided by the Madman and Tang Cha.

Tang Cha, with the Poison Sect and the women of Heavenly Cloud Palace, moved to the old site of Heavenly Cloud Palace, which became Moon Yin Peak. The Madman, commanding the Flowing Cloud Sect and the rest, stayed at the former site of the Medical Immortal Workshop, Riyang Peak.

The two old men still maintained a sense of rivalry. Although under the name of the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect, they aimed to see who could cultivate the greater power to suppress the other, which in turn helped the sect’s overall strength grow.

With the participation of these two elders and the injection of significant resources, the development of the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect progressed rapidly, forming its basic shape in just a few days.

The Heavenly Martial Poison Sect existed as a Hidden Sect, with the Poison Sect and Flowing Cloud Sect as subordinate Martial Arts Sects, backed economically by Songlan City and the Imperial City’s Liu Family, forming a complete development system.