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Chapter 231 This isn't my fault!

Chapter 231 This isn't my fault!
"Then... I'll be A-Ding, okay?"

"I can definitely do a better job than A-Ding! Is that alright?"

"Have you guys had enough?!"

Everyone was stunned by these words.

This was the first time they had heard Dong Changsheng make such a shocking statement after the death of a fellow disciple.

Could it be that... their previous opinions about Senior Brother Dong were all wrong?
Or is it that Senior Brother Dong's mind was different from theirs from the very beginning?
Seeing that no one spoke, Dong Changsheng proposed another "solution":
"How about you punch me a few times? After you've done that, this matter will be over. We can shake hands and make peace, and stop fighting amongst ourselves!"

"How can you keep clinging to the past in order to succeed?!"

"If you're really angry, hit me a few times, and then don't hold a grudge!"

At this moment, these undercover disciples truly realized for the first time that Dong Changsheng's thought process seemed to be on a completely different level from theirs.

The emotionally charged disciple, A, was on the verge of a breakdown.

With a sob in his voice, he cried out to Dong Changsheng, "Senior Brother Dong! A-Ding is dead! He's really dead!"

Dong Changsheng waved his hand impatiently and replied:
"I know he's dead! But is the point of this whole thing really Adin's death?!"

"The key point is clearly that Senior Brother Ye did this to repay the Sect Leader! To express his gratitude to the Sect Leader!"

"How can you be so unreasonable?! This is not how people behave!"

"You don't need to think about anything."

"Do you know how happy A-Ding is now?"

"And we, the living, still have to think about how to succeed and how to repay the sect leader's great kindness!"

"We are the ones who are suffering more!"

"Ahhhh——!"

Disciple A finally broke down completely.

He rushed towards Ye Longtao without regard for anything else, wanting to avenge the death of A Ding.

However, Dong Changsheng stepped in front of him first, opening his arms with a calm expression.

"I told you, if you're going to hit someone, hit me!"

Ye Longtao was also dumbfounded.

No... is Dong Changsheng really that kind of person?
Or is he using this method to indirectly curry favor with me?

Ye Longtao wanted to interpret Dong Changsheng's behavior as the latter.

At least, if Dong Changsheng was trying to protect him and curry favor with him, an inner sect prodigy, then he could somewhat understand the other party's words and actions.

but……

Looking at Dong Changsheng's heartfelt expression, a chill ran through him.

But he always felt that Dong Changsheng genuinely believed it.

Even Ye Longtao, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, was starting to panic when he looked at Dong Changsheng.

But it's alright... Whether he's genuinely stupid or just pretending, the most important thing now is to get the information back.

Just as Ye Longtao was pondering, the situation on the field had already spiraled out of control.

Disciple A's fists rained down on Dong Changsheng.

But Dong Changsheng was, after all, a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and his physical body was far superior to those of the undercover agents in front of him. The punches and kicks from Disciple A had no effect on him.

After taking a few punches, Dong Changsheng finally became a little impatient.

"Have you had enough? How many punches have you thrown at me already!"

He gave it a casual push.

"boom!"

Disciple A was sent flying backward, crashing into a wall in the distance. His chest shuddered violently, and he coughed up blood on the spot.

"Brother Jia!"

The other disciples were shocked and tried to stop Dong Changsheng.

Dong Changsheng, however, spread his hands innocently and said to them:

"This isn't my fault! He punched me a lot first, and I only pushed him lightly, and he reacted like this." Disciple A was now blinded by rage. He struggled to his feet, no longer caring about revenge, and instead drew his wooden sword from his waist and charged at Ye Longtao again!

Dong Changsheng was somewhat alarmed upon seeing this.

"I tried to reason with you and let you punch me so many times, and you still wanted to stab me with a sword?!"

How could you repay kindness with enmity?!

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and appeared in front of disciple A.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After several heavy punches, disciple A didn't even have time to react before his vision went black and he collapsed.

"Stop fighting! Senior Brother Dong! Stop fighting!"

"If you keep hitting him, Brother Jia will die too!"

The other undercover agents rushed forward and grabbed Dong Changsheng's arm tightly.

Dong Changsheng then stopped, and said with a wronged look, "He insisted on attacking me with his sword, so I fought back!"

"And you guys do the math, how many punches did he land on me? I only hit him a few times, and he's already like this."

To save disciple A's life, the disciples dared not argue with him and could only repeatedly say:

"We know! We know! It's all Brother Jia's fault! It's his fault! Please stop hitting him!"

Dong Changsheng then crossed his arms with satisfaction and said sincerely:

"I knew it! Why didn't you just admit your mistake sooner? It had to escalate to this point, and nobody's happy about it."

After saying that, he turned to look at Ye Longtao, who was already utterly shocked by this operation.

Ye Longtao quickly concealed his astonishment and regained his composure.

He discovered that he couldn't understand Dong Changsheng's thought process at all; his extraordinary way of thinking was something even he couldn't comprehend.

Just then, Dong Changsheng said to him:

"Alright, stop standing there. Quickly use that thing the sect leader gave you to send the message back."

Perhaps worried that they might cause some further trouble or trigger some strange restriction, Dong Changsheng urged him to act quickly.

Ye Longtao was stunned by Dong Changsheng's bold move and temporarily stopped thinking about anything else, so he nodded.

It's best to report the situation as soon as possible.

So he took out the "Heaven and Earth Connected by a Single Thread" from his pocket, preparing to begin transmitting information.

……

Qingxu Temple, behind the mountain.

Looking at the dozens of blood pills formed from the essence of the flesh and blood of outer disciples in Elder Huohua's hand, Xuan Yuan Daoist felt a mix of emotions.

"Elder, look..."

He spoke cautiously, waiting for the other person's response.

Elder Huohua put the Blood Pill into a jade bottle, his tone indifferent:

"I hope the information your spies send back is truly useful."

Just then, the extraordinary treasure in Xuan Yuan Daoist's hand...

The other end of the "Connecting Heaven and Earth" suddenly lit up!

Xuan Yuan Dao Ren was overjoyed.

finally come!

The inner disciple I sent out, though a disgrace to the inner sect, had decent aptitude and finally sent the information back!

He immediately activated his spiritual power, and a screen of light unfolded in front of the two of them.

On the light screen, the first thing that appeared was a small fragment of the martial arts manual.

Xuan Yuan Daoist's eyes lit up!
It's done!