Chapter 237 - 231: You Can’t Blame Me
"Then... how about I become Ah Ding?"
"I can definitely be a better Ah Ding than Ah Ding himself! That should solve it, right?"
"Have you all had enough?!"
The moment he said this, everyone was stunned.
This was the first time they had ever heard Dong Changsheng make such an earth-shattering statement after a fellow disciple had died.
’Could it be... that our previous impression of Mr. Dong was all wrong?’
’Or has Mr. Dong’s mind been wired differently from ours from the very beginning?’
Seeing that no one was speaking, Dong Changsheng proposed another "solution."
"How about this? You can punch me a few times. After you’ve hit me, we’ll consider this matter closed. We can shake hands and make up. Let’s not have any more infighting!"
"For the sake of our success, how can you keep dwelling on the past?!"
"If you’re really that angry, just hit me a few times. Once you’re done, let’s not hold any more grudges!"
At that moment, the group of undercover disciples truly realized for the first time that Dong Changsheng’s way of thinking seemed to exist on a completely different plane from their own.
The emotional Disciple A was on the verge of a breakdown.
His voice choked with tears, he yelled at Dong Changsheng, "Mr. Dong! Ah Ding is dead! He’s really dead!"
Dong Changsheng waved his hand impatiently and replied,
"I know he’s dead! But is Ah Ding’s death the point of all this?!"
"The point is clearly that Mr. Ye did this to repay the Sect Leader! To show his gratitude to the Sect Leader!"
"How can you all be so unreasonable?! That’s not how people should act!"
"You don’t have to think about a thing."
"Do you have any idea how happy the dead Ah Ding is right now?"
"Meanwhile, we, the living, still have to think about how to succeed and how to repay the Sect Leader’s great kindness!"
"We’re the ones who are truly suffering!"
AHHH—!
Disciple A finally broke down completely.
He charged recklessly toward Ye Longtao, wanting to avenge the dead Ah Ding.
However, Dong Changsheng stepped in front of him first, spreading his arms with a calm expression.
"I told you, if you want to hit someone, hit me!"
Ye Longtao, standing to the side, was dumbfounded.
’Wait... is this who Dong Changsheng really is?’
’Or is this his twisted way of trying to curry favor with me?’
Ye Longtao really wanted to believe it was the latter.
At least if Dong Changsheng was trying to protect him and ingratiate himself with a prodigy of the Inner Sect, he could somewhat understand his words and actions.
But...
As he looked at Dong Changsheng’s genuinely earnest expression, a chill crept into his heart.
He had a nagging feeling that Dong Changsheng truly meant every word.
Even as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Ye Longtao felt a little panicked watching Dong Changsheng.
’Still, this might be for the best... Whether he’s truly a fool or just acting like one, the most important thing right now is to send the intel back.’
While Ye Longtao was lost in thought, the situation had already spiraled out of control.
Disciple A’s fists rained down on Dong Changsheng’s body.
But Dong Changsheng was, after all, at the ninth level of Qi Refining. His physical body was far superior to these undercover disciples’, and Disciple A’s punches and kicks felt like nothing to him.
After taking a few punches, Dong Changsheng finally started to get annoyed.
"Haven’t you had enough? Look how many times you’ve hit me!"
He gave a casual shove.
BANG!
Disciple A was sent flying backward, crashing into a distant wall. A violent tremor ran through his chest, and he immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Brother!"
Seeing this, the other disciples paled and rushed forward, wanting to stop Dong Changsheng.
But Dong Changsheng just spread his hands with an innocent look and said to them,
"This isn’t my fault! He hit me so many times first. I just gave him a little push, and this happened."
Disciple A, now completely consumed by rage, struggled to his feet. He forgot about getting revenge and instead drew the Wooden Sword from his waist, charging at Ye Longtao once more!
Seeing this, Dong Changsheng grew a little flustered.
"I tried to reason with you and even let you punch me all those times, and now you want to stab me with a sword?!"
"How can you repay kindness with such enmity?!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure flickered, and he appeared in front of Disciple A.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
After a few heavy punches, Disciple A’s vision went black before he could even react, and he collapsed.
"Stop! Mr. Dong! Stop hitting him!"
"If you keep hitting him, he’ll die too!"
The other undercover disciples scrambled over and desperately held onto Dong Changsheng’s arms.
Only then did Dong Changsheng stop, saying with a wronged expression, "He was the one who insisted on attacking me with a sword. I was just defending myself!
"Besides, you can count for yourselves. How many times did he punch me in total? I only hit him back a few times, and he ended up like this."
The other disciples, desperate to save Disciple A’s life, didn’t dare argue with him. They could only say repeatedly,
"We get it! We get it! It’s all his fault! It’s his fault! Please, stop hitting him!"
Only then did Dong Changsheng fold his arms in satisfaction and say with a sincere look,
"See? I told you. If you’d just admitted your mistake earlier, it would’ve been fine. There was no need to make such a scene. It’s unpleasant for everyone."
With that said, he turned to look at Ye Longtao, who had long since been shocked beyond words by this whole display.
Ye Longtao quickly wiped the astonishment from his face and regained his composure.
He found that he couldn’t comprehend Dong Changsheng’s way of thinking at all. It was a logic so alien that even he couldn’t begin to understand it.
Just then, he heard Dong Changsheng say to him,
"Alright, stop spacing out. Hurry up and use that thing the Sect Leader gave you to send the message back."
Perhaps worried they might cause more trouble or trigger some bizarre restriction, Dong Changsheng urged him to act quickly.
Stunned by Dong Changsheng’s aggressive actions, Ye Longtao temporarily pushed aside all other thoughts and nodded.
’Right now, the best thing to do is report the situation immediately.’
Thus, he took the Qiankun One Line Tie from his robes, preparing to transmit the information.
...
「Qingxu Temple, Rear Mountain.」
Xuanyuan looked at the dozens of blood pills in Mr. Huohua’s hand—pills condensed from the flesh and essence of outer sect disciples—and his heart filled with a storm of complex emotions.
"Mr. Huohua, what do you think...?"
He asked cautiously, awaiting the other’s response.
Mr. Huohua placed the blood pills into a jade vial, his tone indifferent.
"I hope the information your spies send back is actually useful."
At that very moment, the other end of the Qiankun One Line Tie, the rare treasure in Xuanyuan’s hand, suddenly lit up!
Joy surged in Xuanyuan’s heart.
’It’s finally here!’
’That Inner Sect Disciple I sent out may be a scumbag, but he’s a talented one. He’s finally sent back the information!’
He immediately channeled his Spiritual Power, and a curtain of light unfolded before the two of them.
On the curtain of light, the first thing to appear was the image of a small fragment of a Cultivation Technique.
Xuanyuan’s eyes lit up!
’Success!’