"Senior Brother, we must seek revenge!"
"I agree, I can't swallow this insult!"
"Senior Brother, you were attacked on your engagement day, beaten like a dead dog, and thrown into a coffin — how can you swallow this insult?!"
"..."
In a room, Shen Cangsheng's two junior brothers, limping and bruised, approached Shen Cangsheng, crying out their plight desperately.
They had been brutally beaten by Mu Jinyu last night, knocked unconscious immediately; after regaining consciousness, they learned the whole story, and felt choked with indignation.
But knowing even Shen Cangsheng was toyed and thrown into a coffin by Mu Jinyu, they realized Mu Jinyu was not someone they could easily retaliate against, so they came to incite Shen Cangsheng.
They urged him to use a messenger pigeon to report this matter to their Sect behind them, to have their martial uncle come from Divine Huaxia Land to kill Mu Jinyu to vent their anger!
After all, they were beaten this badly, and Shen Cangsheng had his face completely lost on the day of his engagement by Mu Jinyu, which truly disgraced their Sect. Once their martial uncles would hear of this, they would definitely step in to handle Mu Jinyu.
Why they didn't use a messenger pigeon to contact the Sect themselves was not because they were unwilling but because they didn't own one!
The messenger pigeons that travel between Kunlun and the Kunlun Ruins are truly exotic spirit birds; ordinary disciples simply cannot possess them, and Shen Cangsheng wouldn't have one either if he were not holding a high position in the Dragon King Hall.
Thus, if they wanted their Sect behind to teach Mu Jinyu a lesson, only Shen Cangsheng could help.
Listening to their complaints, Shen Cangsheng also felt very irritated.
He initially really did not want to tell their Sect behind, as it was too embarrassing.
However, after repeated persuasion by his two junior brothers, Shen Cangsheng's mindset also began to waver.
He knew that with his skills alone, he probably couldn't take care of Mu Jinyu; if he wanted revenge, he could only rely on the Sect.
But...
If he were to inform their Sect of this incident, making a joke of himself, he probably would no longer have a chance at high positions within the Sect.
"Senior Brother, are you afraid that if the Sect knows, they will think you mishandled things and be disappointed in you, leaving you no role in the Inner Gate in the future?"
"Actually, you needn't worry too much. With your cultivation, no matter how hard you try, you really can't reach the core circle of the Sect..."
Hearing what one of his junior brothers said, Shen Cangsheng felt a dull pain in his chest.
That hits home, old iron, although I know it's quite difficult to get a chance in the Inner Gate, you didn't have to be so cruel, right?
"Yes, like us disciples, we can pretty much only ever serve as stewards of the Outer Gate; the Inner Gate is irrelevant to us. Senior Brother, you're luckier; at least you managed to get into Dragon King Hall, where you are a dignified person in the Outer Gate..."
"Senior Brother..."
"..."
Shen Cangsheng, unable to bear it any longer, waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, stop talking. I will send a message to the Sect now. As for whether the martial uncles will come out to avenge us after knowing, I'm not sure."
Hearing this, his two junior brothers were overjoyed and eagerly said, "Senior Brother, it's good that you're willing to step forward. Whether or not the martial uncles will come out to avenge us afterward is up to fate."
"Yes, senior brother, this is a token of my appreciation, please make sure to accept it..."
The other junior brother said as he took out a handful of crystalline Jade Sand from his pocket, which was clear and emitted a comfortable warm air.
"This, this..." Seeing this, Shen Cangsheng showed a hint of surprise, then feigned difficulty and declined, "This Spirit Sand is too precious, I should probably not..."
"Senior Brother, please take it. If it weren't for your willingness to help, we would probably have no hope of taking revenge. This bit of Spirit Sand is just a small token, not enough as a sign of respect; please accept it!"
Seeing this, the other junior brother also took out his share of Spirit Sand, a trace of pain crossing his eyes, then he too handed it to Shen Cangsheng.
After some refusal, Shen Cangsheng eventually showed a difficult expression and accepted it.
The previously suppressed feeling in his heart from having to inform the Sect about his embarrassing engagement day had now turned around, and his heart was rejoicing.
This Spirit Sand was a wonderful item for cultivation, containing small amounts of Spiritual Energy; it could save martial artists a vast amount of time, allowing them to transition from martial practice to the Embracing Elixir Soul Realm.
Although not comparable to complete Spirit Stones, Spirit Crystals, or Spirit Jade, it was sufficient enough for Martial Artists below the Nascent Soul Realm.
In his sect, Shen Cangsheng couldn't obtain much Spirit Sand in a year, and now the two junior brothers had given him what amounted to their supplies for half a year, how could he not be surprised?
The two junior brothers watched as Shen Cangsheng put the large handful of Spirit Sand into his pouch, a trace of reluctance and pain flashing in their eyes.
But there was no other choice, who could blame them for not being able to notify their sect behind them and find an excuse to have their sect seek revenge on their behalf?
And to have Shen Cangsheng help, they couldn't afford to let him lose face in his sect a second time, could they? If they didn't offer compensation, would he help them again?
If they didn't manage such basic human relations, they would have wasted over a decade in the Outer Gate.
Thinking this way, their eyes began to gleam with a resentful light as they muttered in their hearts, "Mu Jinyu, Su Zijin, you despicable ones, making us embarrass ourselves and get hurt, we will not let you off!"
Afterward, Shen Cangsheng stored the Spirit Sand and whistled.
After a short time.
A white figure like Silver Lightning streaked through the air and then flew into the room they were in.
It landed on the table in Shen Cangsheng's room.
They looked intently and saw it was a pigeon, the size of a hawk or falcon, except its claws and sharp beak were too keen, gleaming with a cold light, making it clear at a glance that this was no ordinary pigeon.
This was a Messenger pigeon used by their sect, an Exotic Spirit Bird with innate Divine Power, capable of fighting hawks and tearing pythons apart.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to traverse the Kunlun Ruins and deliver letters to the various sects!
"Bring me paper and pen, I am writing a letter!"
Shen Cangsheng's face was bruised and swollen, having been smashed against the ground several times with Mu Jinyu handling him like a mallet yesterday, rendered unconscious before finally being thrown into a coffin, he was extremely weak at the moment, so even a simple act of getting paper and pen required him to instruct his two junior brothers.
The two junior brothers quickly brought paper and pen to Shen Cangsheng, who lifted his arm to receive them but trembled slightly, then he began to write on the paper.
Soon, after writing about the previous day's events and how Mu Jinyu threatened his position in Dragon King Hall, he rolled up the paper and stuffed it into the message cylinder tied to the pigeon's leg.
"Go, return quickly to Kunlun Ruins!"
Shen Cangsheng closed the message cylinder and then gently patted the pigeon's feathers, whispering softly.
"Coo!"
The pigeon cried out once, then flapped its wings, transformed into Silver Lightning, and flew out of the room in an instant, soaring into the sky and vanishing from their sight in the blink of an eye.
"Alright, you can leave now, I need to rest," Shen Cangsheng said as he watched the pigeon leave, then turned back to the two junior brothers.
"Yes, senior brother."
"Senior brother, rest well."
Seeing the task was accomplished, the two junior brothers didn't disturb Shen Cangsheng any further and respectfully left.
The pigeon was very fast, soon flying out of Capital City, toward the direction of Kunlun.
At that moment.
"Bang!"
A gunshot sounded.
The pigeon was pierced through by a bullet, spraying blood as it fell lifeless.
After it hit the ground, it twitched slightly for a few moments before lying still.
Shortly after, Xiang Mantang arrived carrying a sniper rifle, picked up the enormous white pigeon, and turned back to his men with a smile, "Pack up; we're having roast pigeon tonight!"