Chapter 62: Pillaging
"What are you doing? You weren't like this earlier," Xu Yang said indifferently.
Fang Yin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling extremely vexed. If he had known Xu Yang was this powerful, he would never have used that attitude earlier.
"My lord, I beg your forgiveness for the earlier offense," Fang Yin stammered.
Xu Yang nodded and said, "Alright, I understand. Now tell me, what do you want to do now?"
"I came here specifically to ask for your forgiveness, my lord," Fang Yin said.
Xu Yang sneered, "Heh, what offense do you speak of?"
Fang Yin's cold sweat intensified.
Xu Yang's words were clearly sarcastic.
"The offense earlier, the disrespect," Fang Yin replied after a moment of thought.
"Heh, forget about the so-called disrespect for now. Let's first talk about this demon beast issue." Xu Yang pointed to the dead Flood Dragon, speaking coldly.
Fang Yin felt his heart sink, his vision darken. He nearly fainted.
The last thing he wanted was for Xu Yang to pursue the matter of the Flood Dragon.
"We only wanted the Flood Dragon to be our guardian beast, nothing else," Fang Yin said, a bit nervously.
"Is that so?" Xu Yang sneered again, noncommittal.
"Did you consider what would happen if the Flood Dragon went out of control after you released it?" Xu Yang asked.
"Well, isn't there you, my lord?" Another voice, weak and submissive, spoke.
Xu Yang glanced at the person but had no intention to waste more words. He said, "I can let it go, but I want to visit your storage. How about it, no problem, right?"
Xu Yang asked, confident that everyone understood his meaning.
Fang Yin's expression changed again and again, and finally, he sighed and said, "Fine, as you wish, my lord."
Although Fang Yin was extremely unwilling, what could he do? A senior who could kill the Flood Dragon with a single kick could easily destroy their Mo Yun Sect.
...
Under Fang Yin's guidance, Xu Yang entered the Mo Yun Sect's storage.
As expected, the Mo Yun Sect's storage still had quite a few treasures.
Various spirit swords, pills, cultivation techniques, and so on.
This was the foundation of a sect. The Mo Yun Sect had been passed down for over a thousand years, and now was its peak, so naturally, there were many treasures.
However, if this had been ten thousand years ago, Xu Yang wouldn't have even bothered to look at them.
Thus, Xu Yang waved his hand, storing everything in his spatial ring.
Fang Yin watched as his ancestral treasures disappeared just like that. His anger flared, but he dared not say anything. He still had to wear a radiant smile on his face.
Under the intense pressure, Fang Yin's heart couldn't take it, and with a roll of his eyes, he fainted.
...
The next day, a legend about the Mo Yun Sect began to spread throughout Tianwu County.
Because, from the highest elder to the lowest Qi Refining stage disciple, everyone from the Mo Yun Sect had gone down the mountain begging for food...
Xu Yang not only emptied the Mo Yun Sect's storage but also looted the entire Mo Yun Sect, from the elders to the Qi Refining stage disciples.
Even the grand mountain gate of the Mo Yun Sect had been taken away.
Now, the Mo Yun Sect was nothing more than a beggar gang.
...
When Xu Yang returned to Tianlan Sect, he immediately announced that he would reward the disciples with treasures and instructed them to gather at the plaza.
The crowd rushed to the plaza, their faces full of admiration as they looked at Xu Yang on the high platform.
"Ahem, everyone quiet down. Now, clear some space in the middle. I'll place the treasures there. You can take whatever you want," Xu Yang's powerful voice echoed, and a space opened up in the center of the plaza.
Xu Yang raised his hand, and the treasures he looted from the Mo Yun Sect piled up in the center of the plaza like a mountain of garbage.
Only the fragrant aroma of pills and the sharp gleam of weapons indicated that these weren't trash, but actual treasures.
When the Tianlan Sect disciples saw the pile of treasures, they were stunned.
"That's too much, right? What exactly did Elder Xu do out there?" they wondered.
"All of you Golden Core stage disciples, don't make a scene fighting over these. I'll leave better ones for you. Go maintain order now, and if anyone starts fighting, just deal with them," Xu Yang instructed the Golden Core elders of Tianlan Sect.
The Golden Core stage cultivators were overjoyed, quickly thanking him before going to maintain order.
"Elder, there are so many things here. You didn't go and rob a sect, did you?"
Ling Qingshu walked over and, seeing the pile of treasures in the plaza, couldn't help but comment.
"Exactly. I went and looted a sect," Xu Yang replied with a nod.
Ling Qingshu froze. She had only been joking, but it turned out to be true.
She couldn't help but glance at Xu Yang, feeling speechless.
"Let's go to the mountain gate," Xu Yang said.
"Why are we going to the mountain gate?" Ling Qingshu asked in confusion.
"Our mountain gate is so dilapidated it's unrecognizable. I grabbed one that looked halfway decent outside, just to make do for now," Xu Yang replied.
Ling Qingshu looked at him with an odd expression. If she wasn't mistaken, Xu Yang had gone and stolen a mountain gate...
Xu Yang arrived at the Tianlan Sect's mountain gate, removed the ruined one, and placed the one he had taken from Mo Yun Sect in its place.
Instantly, with the addition of the grand mountain gate, the entire aura of Tianlan Sect seemed different.
"Elder Xu, this mountain gate says Mo Yun Sect on it," Ling Qingshu said with a bitter smile.
Xu Yang raised an eyebrow, leapt into the air, and with a sword in hand, a white sword light flashed. The three characters "Mo Yun Sect" were neatly chopped off.
Then, holding the sword, Xu Yang carved the words "Tianlan Sect" onto the mountain gate.
After landing and putting away the sword, Xu Yang looked at the newly carved words and smiled. "Ling Qingshu, how does this look?"
Ling Qingzhu looked at the words. At first glance, they seemed fine, but the longer she looked, the more uneasy she felt. It was as if something was squeezing her heart, making it hard to breathe.