Simultaneous Time Travel: Living in the Primordial World, Freebies Welcome!

"I believe you, you son of a bitch!"

Master Tianmen couldn't help but swear.

In his extreme anger, he wished he could slap the old man, Tiansong Daoist, across the face.

The moment I moved, a piercing pain surged up!

"Don't move! Senior Brother Sect Leader, please don't move!"

Master Tiansong tried his best to maintain a calm and peaceful demeanor, carefully persuading Master Tianmen.

"Sect Leader, what's stuck in your chest is the Taishan Sect's heirloom iron sword. Its blade is wider than a regular sword, and your range of motion is even smaller than mine... so please don't move!"

Master Tianmen almost ground his back teeth to powder!

"Why didn't you remind me beforehand?"

"Do you have to wait until I'm pinned to a wall by a sword like you before you speak? I think you want to kill me so you can go back and inherit the entire Mount Tai Sword Sect, is that it?"

"hiss……"

Daoist Tiansong's face twitched, and he tried his best to lower his voice, explaining softly, "Sect Leader, it's not that I didn't want to remind you... you felt it just now, didn't you? Not only can we not move around freely, but we can't even speak loudly!"

"Speaking loudly affects the movement of internal organs, it's like being cut with a knife—it hurts your heart!"

As the direct junior brother of Daoist Tianmen, he knew his senior brother all too well and naturally understood from what angle to persuade the hot-tempered Daoist Tianmen.

"Calm down! Don't get agitated, try to stay calm!"

"Given the current situation, we should just wait for rescue... Senior Brother Liu is about to retire, and there are countless experts in Hengshan City. Even if all else fails, there's still the Left Leader of the Songshan Sect who hasn't made a move yet. We... we need to preserve our lives, otherwise the Taishan Sect's legacy will fall into the hands of others!"

Master Tianmen was immediately speechless.

It's true that he has a bad temper!

His impulsive personality is also a good thing!

However, when it comes to the issue of the Taishan School's succession...

Master Tianmen immediately became obedient!

There are only two or three old guys of the Tian generation in the Taishan Sect. If they lose their lives here today, and only Tianbai is left to hold the line, wouldn't the Taishan Sect be given to those bastards of the Yu generation?

Master Tianmen immediately understood!

Keep quiet and don't say a word, close your eyes and rest!

Anyway, everyone outside Huiyan Tower is one of our own, so there's no rush!

With the combined strength of Hengshan Dingyi, Hengshan Liu Zhengfeng, and Qingcheng Sect's Yu Canghai, even Dongfang Bubai would have to think twice before attacking. Surely he wouldn't be unable to defeat this person?

Yes! We can definitely beat them!

"Sister Lingshan, why did Uncle Tianmen suddenly close his eyes and stop talking? Could he have been killed by Brother Qian?"

Yilin, being kind-hearted, instinctively worried when she saw Daoist Tianmen remain silent with his eyes closed. She murmured anxiously, "If something happens to Uncle-Master Tianmen, it'll be even harder to explain later. Shall we go check on him?"

"I carry with me the Hengshan Sect's secret healing remedies: Tianxiang Duanxu Ointment for external injuries and Baiyun Xiongdan Pill for internal injuries. Perhaps I can still save the two seniors of the Taishan Sect..."

Yue Lingshan smiled mischievously, gently patted Yilin's small hand, and whispered reassuringly, "Junior Sister Yilin, there's no need to worry. Young Master knew what he was doing. Since he didn't let the two seniors bleed on the spot, it means that Young Master had no intention of harming them."

"The injuries look terrible, but they're actually not serious..."

Yilin opened her mouth, glanced at the long swords stuck in the chests of Daoist Tianmen and Daoist Tiansong, and felt that these were not some minor injuries; they looked quite frightening!

But trusting Yue Lingshan completely, she didn't raise any questions. She patted her ample chest and said with lingering fear, "That's good... Namo Amitabha!"

Looking at Yilin's adorable rabbit-like appearance, Yue Lingshan was suddenly seized by a playful impulse and couldn't help but tease her, "Junior Sister Yilin, instead of worrying about these two seniors from the Taishan Sect, you should think about the problem of Uncle Dingyi next."

"As everyone knows, Martial Aunt Dingyi of Hengshan has been a tyrant in the martial world for decades! What if she suddenly rushes in and draws her sword against you, just like Martial Aunt Tianmen..."

Yilin's eyes widened immediately, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth, clearly realizing the problem.

Amitabha!

Master's temper is even worse than that of Uncle Tianmen!

Brother Qian, you wouldn't nail your master to the wall with a sword too, would you?

Yilin swallowed hard, stiffly turning her head to look at the space next to Daoist Tianmen and Daoist Tiansong. There was enough space to nail two or three more people together, and everyone could stand in a row!

"Brother Qian..."

Yilin immediately stood up, wanting to speak up and plead for Master Dingyi in advance, but before she could say anything, she saw a large group of people rushing in from downstairs at the same time.

There are three leaders in total!

Yi Lin didn't recognize the two people next to her.

But even if the one with the big bald head was burned to ashes, she would never forget him! He was none other than Abbess Dingyi of the Hengshan Sect!

"Master!!!"

Yilin gasped in surprise.

Abbess Dingyi immediately responded, "Yilin!"

The master and disciple looked at each other from afar, speechless for a moment.

Just as the entire room fell silent, the short, stout Yu Canghai stepped forward. Looking at the unforgettable figure in the private room on the second floor, he sneered, "You didn't expect this, did you? That's right, I, Yu Canghai, am back!"

Qian Chen chuckled and stood up for the first time.

"I really didn't expect that!"

"Last time you managed to escape in Fuzhou, but I didn't expect you, you shorty, to actually dare to show your face again?"

"What? You think the Heart-Shattering Palm won't kill you?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Canghai's face darkened, and his noodles turned so black they seemed to drip water. Recalling Qian Chen's Heart-Shattering Palm strike from last time, he felt lingering fear and a dull ache in his heart.

He was slapped by Qian Chen and it took him a whole month to recover!

Yu Canghai gave a cold laugh. Having traveled the martial world for many years, he knew the importance of striking first.

He was originally thinking about how to pin the label of colluding with the Sun Moon Demonic Sect on Qian Chen, but unexpectedly, Qian Chen gave him the handle himself. It was truly a stroke of luck!

"Very well! You brat stole the secret technique of my Qingcheng Sect's Heart-Shattering Palm, and now you dare to openly proclaim it! You have quite the audacity, do you really think the heroes of the world are just for show!"

Upon hearing this, all the martial arts practitioners downstairs turned pale.

In the world of martial arts, who doesn't cherish their own martial arts manual as a treasure?

Countless people go through countless hardships to join a sect and undergo numerous trials before receiving the sect's secret teachings!

Stealing someone's secret manual—how is that any different from murdering one's parents?

Qian Chen lightly touched the ground with his toes and floated down in front of the building entrance.

He lowered his gaze to the murmuring crowd of wandering swordsmen below, gave a soft, disdainful laugh, and slowly extended three fingers toward Yu Canghai:

"I'm not going to argue with you! You're not even qualified to listen!"

"Three moves!"

"If you, Yu Canghai, are still standing and talking after these three moves, then whatever you say from now on will be right..."