"My master lives in residence 293, do you know?"

Gu Sheng maintained his fierce demeanor, coldly reporting Yang Yan’s residence.

Ma Lian heard this and glanced at Yang Yan, his face instantly breaking into a smile.

Then, he turned to Gu Sheng to confirm:

"293?"

Gu Sheng nodded vigorously.

The posture seemed as if he wanted to grab the collar of the listener.

"Residence 293! Haha! You’re bold! Think you can fool us? Do you know whose residence 293 belongs to?!"

Ma Lian’s demeanor suddenly changed, forcefully pushing Xiaopang aside, smiling slyly at the two of them.

"Haha! Want to see what Ten Thousand Mountains is like just for the sake of it, and didn’t even inquire properly before barging in? Do you really think just wearing a green robe makes any difference?"

The person behind Ma Lian laughed aloud, glancing at Yang Yan, hinting at something.

"Residence 293 belongs to the Outer Sect Senior Brother Peng, you’ve really come looking for trouble."

The other disciple behind Ma Lian, though not as arrogant, also showed disdain.

Evidently, if it weren’t for considering the green robe on Yang Yan, they would have no qualms about resorting to violence.

"Respecting you as an Outer Sect disciple, we’ll let it slide this time, just leave!"

The leading Ma Lian now appeared calm, waved his hand dismissively to let Yang Yan and company leave like he was being generous.

Yang Yan looked at the three men, squinted his eyes, and coldly uttered two words:

"Slap him!"

Gu Sheng, initially intimidated by the words of the three, felt uneasy.

After all, they understood the rules of the three hundred Inner Sect Marquis Mansions.

Just because the sect allocated it, doesn’t mean it’s yours.

It only means the sect favors you.

To get a good residence, you must rely on your strength to fight for it!

To be on the Outer Sect disciples’ ranking list, to deserve such treatment naturally.

Gu Sheng was following Yang Yan.

Now that Yang Yan had spoken to slap them, though fearful inside, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward resolutely.

"Smack!"

Before Ma Lian could react, Gu Sheng landed a slap that left him dizzy and seeing stars.

"Smack! Smack!"

Gu Sheng seized the moment with successive slaps before the opponent could react.

Yang Yan observed this, nodding in satisfaction.

Gu Sheng’s three slaps, all delivered with maximum force.

"How dare you hit me!"

Ma Lian, coming to his senses, shouted furiously and aimed a slap back at Gu Sheng.

Yang Yan wouldn’t dare to hit him directly.

Essentially, he couldn’t defeat him.

But Gu Sheng, nothing of note in his eyes?!

With a "bang!"

Ma Lian suddenly flew backward, dragging two disciples behind him wanting to take action.

"Ah—"

The three wailed, writhing on the ground.

Yang Yan’s kick was quick and retracted even faster.

Now, he stood nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened.

Except for the slight flutter of his clothes, no one would know it was his kick.

"Who’s making a commotion here?!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out, and a person abruptly emerged from the mountain’s turn.

He wore a gray robe too, but his blatant demeanor was almost identical to Ma Lian and company.

Upon arriving, he immediately saw Ma Lian and the three men lying on the ground, and Yang Yan’s duo.

His expression instantly turned sour.

Having some apprehension, he glanced at Yang Yan, then quickly turned and disappeared around the turn.

"Let’s go."

Yang Yan said softly, and continued walking forward.

Gu Sheng quickly followed.

Ten Thousand Mountains roughly divides into several tiers.

The topmost is naturally the mountain summit.

There are three supreme residences there!

Countless Outer Sect disciples aspire to appear there.

Numerous Named Disciples worship them like gods.

Next are seven Hua Mansions, encircling the summit, towering and magnificent.

Below those, belonging to the upper part of the mountain, lie ninety caves.

The middle part of the mountain houses one hundred caves.

At the lowest part of the mountain, there are another hundred residences.

Every residence is serialized.

And differences exist subtly between each residence.

Top to bottom differs vastly.

Fang Yuan is the current master of residence 293.

Only twenty-one years old, through Qi Cultivation Level Five, he seized this cave from many Level Five pinnacle peers.

It’s fair to say he’s attained success quite young.

The guards at the mountain’s foot are self-organized by the servants of the three hundred residences.

Essentially employing personnel from the last ten residences as guards.

Naturally, rotating among the last ten residencies.

Fang Yuan’s cave ranked 293 is no exception.

Today, it’s Ma Lian’s turn for duty.

A missing person inside the cave is of no consequence.

Fang Yuan had been meditating in the inner chamber, rehearsing newly learned magic.

Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of unease crept over him.

Frowning, Fang Yuan interrupted his cultivation.

The unease soon ceased as well.

However, shortly after it subsided, a vibration resonated unexpectedly from the restriction outside the cave.

A faint tremor, just on the level Fang Yuan could detect.

"Who’s there?"

Arrogant Fang Yuan, with a flash, appeared at the entrance, removing the barrier with a wave.

Standing before him, a Named Disciple in gray robes, crouched, trembling fearfully.

Fang Yuan frowned:

"You aren’t on duty today. Why come here? Don’t think Junior Wu can protect you?"

The person flinched and hastily replied:

"Brother Fang Yuan, I wouldn’t dare. I’ve come to report; your attendant was beaten at the mountain’s foot by another Outer Sect brother in green robes!"

"Who dares hit my people?!"

Fang Yuan, brimming with fury, grabbed the gray-robed disciple’s collar and dragged him closer, face twisted with rage:

"Could it be a senior ranking higher than me?"

The gray robe wore a mournful look, stuttering:

"Fang... Brother Fang, that person... very unfamiliar, never seen, never seen before."

Fang Yuan frowned tighter, almost muttering to himself:

"Then it’s not... could it be a challenge against me? Yan Shihu’s gang?!"

"No, no! Not them, someone else."

The gray-robed disciple shook his head nervously, hurriedly explained.

"Worthless, get me there quickly!"

Fang Yuan coldly urged.

"Bang!"

Fang Yuan threw the person out.

The gray-robed disciple was disoriented, struggling to stand.

"Brother Fang, your people were beaten, my men reporting it, also deserve a beating from you?"

A sarcastic voice suddenly sounded.

The owner of the voice also appeared.

Seeing the newcomer, Fang Yuan’s face stiffened, anger slightly mellowed.