I Tame Beasts by Feeding

"Hold my anger?! Stay calm?!"

Mu Yongxian gave a furious laugh, his gaze falling icily upon Qing Zhu Master.

"Your disciple killed my beloved apprentice without rhyme or reason. Even for a great and powerful sect like the Purple Rainbow Sect, it wouldn’t be right to let this go without an explanation, would it?"

Mu Yongxian’s voice was frigid. With a flick of his sleeve, a streak of light shot across the horizon, transforming into a colossal beast that loomed in the sky. The oppressive might of a Golden Core Peak cultivator crushed down on everyone present.

It was none other than the Black Wind Spirit Dragon.

Instantly, the atmosphere grew taut. All eyes were fixed on the scene.

Mo Pengchen frowned and started to step forward to speak, but Lu Ruikai, standing beside him, shot him a look. Mo Pengchen quietly retreated, choosing to observe instead.

"Without rhyme or reason?" Qing Zhu Master chuckled softly, his expression serene. He turned to Meng Wuan and asked calmly,

"My disciple, tell him why you killed Yang Chengxu."

"Yes, Master." Meng Wuan’s expression was calm, neither obsequious nor arrogant, as he took a small step forward.

"I was minding my own business within the Secret Realm. It was Yang Chengxu who struck first. I tried to show forbearance time and again, but he kept pushing his luck, even going so far as to provoke me with what happened to Yang Mengying."

"Junior Sister Yang was a disciple of our sect, and I owe her a great debt of gratitude. I trust that with Peak Master Mu’s resources, verifying this would be a simple matter. And Yang Mengying... even though she was Yang Chengxu’s own half-sister, he was the one who murdered her."

A nostalgic expression appeared on Meng Wuan’s face, followed by a flash of hatred. He continued, his voice filled with sincere emotion:

"Since I ran into him, I had no reason not to seek revenge. What’s more, I had already given Yang Chengxu a chance to walk away, but he was the one who provoked me. I had no choice but to fight. As Cultivators, shouldn’t we freely settle our scores?"

After a brief pause, Meng Wuan fell silent. He slowly raised the Jade Hairpin in his hand and inserted it into the topknot on his head, ensuring everyone could see it.

"This Jade Hairpin was a possession of our sect’s Junior Sister Yang, and I took it from Yang Chengxu. A disciple of your sect murdered a disciple of mine first. For that, shouldn’t you, Peak Master Mu, be the one giving an explanation?"

When Meng Wuan finished, his expression was placid as he stared directly at Mu Yongxian.

The crowd fell silent as well. Their eyes flickered as they each came to their own conclusions.

After a long moment, Mu Yongxian’s face flushed red. He pointed at Meng Wuan, his expression a mixture of shock and fury.

"Insolent brat! That’s all just a pack of lies! Who knows if any of it is true? But the fact that you killed my beloved disciple in the Secret Realm is undeniable! Regardless, if I don’t get a proper explanation today, this matter is far from over!"

"As for what happened to Yang Mengying, I trust that if you, Peak Master Mu, simply investigate within your sect, you will learn the truth of my words. I am even willing to swear on my Dao Heart that my actions were a last resort. Revenge was a necessity!"

Meng Wuan took a deep breath, unmoved by Mu Yongxian’s accusations.

At that moment, Qing Zhu Master nodded to Meng Wuan before turning his calm gaze to Mu Yongxian.

"So now, you understand what happened, don’t you, Fellow Daoist Mu? Let’s be fair. While my disciple was not entirely without fault, wasn’t it Yang Chengxu who crossed the line first?"

After a pause, Qing Zhu Master shook his head with a soft sigh. A genuine look of sorrow, one that did not seem feigned, appeared in his eyes.

"Besides, Yang Mengying wasn’t just any disciple of my sect. She was the one I had chosen as a Dao companion for my own prized disciple! If they had never crossed paths, we could let the matter drop. But since they did, how could such a debt of blood go unpaid!?"

When Qing Zhu Master finished, he abruptly raised his head. His gaze shot toward Mu Yongxian like a bolt of lightning, and his voice boomed like a great temple bell as he questioned him.

"In this affair, was your disciple, Yang Chengxu, not the one who went too far? Shouldn’t he be the one to give an explanation? This was nothing more than a conflict between juniors. His skills were lacking, so he has only his own misfortune to blame. And yet you, Fellow Daoist Mu, are the one prattling on endlessly! Your disciple murdered my beloved disciple’s intended Dao companion, and you dare demand an explanation from my sect?! What kind of explanation do you think you deserve?!"

As Qing Zhu Master spoke, his gaze turned incredibly sharp. His aura erupted with a BOOM, shocking everyone present. Even the Black Wind Spirit Dragon in the sky above trembled under this immense pressure and began to plummet from the heavens.

"Purple Mansion! He’s actually a Purple Mansion True Monarch!"

"No wonder he could act so fearlessly. Yes, that makes sense. From any standpoint, be it emotional or logical, this matter can’t be pursued any further!"

The surrounding crowd gasped, their faces a mixture of astonishment and awe, and they broke into a flurry of discussion.

The members of the Spirit Dragon Sect, in contrast, fell silent. Their expressions were grim, but they could only clench their fists, lower their heads, and not dare to utter another word.

Mu Yongxian exhaled slowly, his expression dark and uncertain, filled with suppressed indignation. He looked at Qing Zhu Master, a flicker of dread in the depths of his eyes. His face hardened as he spoke in a low, threatening tone:

"Yang Chengxu wasn’t just a prodigy of my sect; he was a direct descendant of the Martial Continent’s Yang Family. Even the Purple Rainbow Sect would not wish to offend them, I presume?"

"Oh? Is that so?" Qing Zhu Master’s expression remained placid. He took a single, soft step forward. An illusory, cyan Celestial Sword shot into the heavens like a stalk of bamboo, its power suppressing everything in all directions.

"If they have any complaints, they can come find me themselves."

As Qing Zhu Master spoke, his voice suddenly deepened, becoming a CRACK of thunder from the void that boomed over the crowd. In that instant, the full aura of his Purple Mansion cultivation erupted without reservation, casting a shadow over everyone. The winds howled, the clouds churned, and the very sky seemed to darken.

"You...!"

Mu Yongxian was beside himself with rage. He pointed a trembling finger at Qing Zhu Master, his expression shifting from dark to pale, his gaze flickering as if he were weighing his options.