"Brother Luo, did I hear you wrong? He said we'd regret it?" the young man looked at Ye Bufan in disbelief, then turned back to Ling Yunluo.
"Kid, don't test our patience. Get out and let our Senior Brother Ling use the elevator." The young man's eyes turned sinister. "Can you bear the consequences if you delay our Senior Brother Ling's business?"
"If you delay my business, can you bear the consequences?" Ye Bufan retorted.
"You? Do you have anything as important as our Senior Brother Ling?" the young man questioned Ye Bufan with a challenging tone.
"Wan Dong, why are you wasting your breath with him? Just drag him out. What are you blabbering about?" A young man beside Ling Yunluo also spoke up, his face filled with impatience.
Hearing this, Wan Dong grinned at Ye Bufan and said, "Kid, it's your choice, so don't blame me..."
"Bang—"
Ye Bufan was utterly speechless. Before the other party could finish speaking, he was sent flying backward.
Ling Yunluo and the others were furious. Before they could react or find Ye Bufan to settle the score, Ye Bufan had already closed the elevator door and left.
"Damn it! This is too arrogant. This is our Red Sword Sect's territory. Senior Brother Ling, this is slapping our Red Sword Sect in the face!" the surrounding disciples exclaimed.
"See which floor he stops at," Ling Yunluo said with a grim face. "This is not just slapping my face, it's a provocation to our Red Sword Sect. I, Ling Yunluo, will surely kill this brat as a warning!"
"Yes!" The disciples of the Red Sword Sect drew their long swords.
Everyone watched as the elevator continued to ascend and finally stopped at the sixteenth floor.
"At the sixteenth floor!" Ling Yunluo called out. "Everyone, follow me."
"Yes!" Several young men, their blood boiling, followed Ling Yunluo and took another elevator to the sixteenth floor.
Ye Bufan walked out of the sixteenth floor and found that it was a large suite. The room's decoration was somewhat antique, and most importantly, Ye Bufan discovered a rudimentary spirit gathering formation in the room, although its effect was poor.
"Still not giving up?"
The next moment, Ye Bufan's expression changed, and his entire body was filled with killing intent.
Outside the door, a group of people surrounded Ye Bufan's room. Ling Yunluo, seeing that everyone was present, gave an order, and Ye Bufan's room door was smashed open. A group of people rushed into Ye Bufan's room.
The moment they entered, they saw Ye Bufan standing at the door, looking at them with killing intent in his eyes and a sinister smile on his lips.
"Ah—"
In the eyes of the Red Sword Sect disciples, the hotel room disappeared, replaced by endless darkness.
The fear in everyone's hearts was instantly awakened. Before each of their eyes were the things they feared most.
For a moment, the entire room was filled with the screams of the Red Sword Sect disciples. Ye Bufan watched them and couldn't help but sneer. These people hadn't even broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage, yet they were so hot-tempered. They deserved to be taught a lesson.
Before long, the commotion here attracted many Red Sword Sect disciples to gather and watch.
"My heavens, isn't that our sect's genius, Ling Yunluo? What's happening?"
"Who is that person? I don't seem to have seen him in the sect before."
"Heavens, one person has done this to these disciples in the late Qi Condensation stage? This requires at least Foundation Establishment realm cultivation!"
"Why is she here?" Amidst the crowd, Wang Yao appeared behind a door and was greatly surprised to see Ye Bufan.
"Junior Sister Wang Yao, do you know him?" a female disciple next to her asked, noticing Wang Yao's reaction.
Wang Yao nodded and said, "When I was in the Outer Sect of the Myriad Sword Sect, I encountered a Silver Hook Snow Wolf that came through the teleportation array to our world. He saved me."
"I just don't understand why he would be in our Red Sword Sect's hotel," Wang Yao frowned.
"Look, the Supreme Elder is here."
Suddenly, someone in the crowd spotted Song Mingqin hurrying towards them.
"This is going to be good," someone thought, expecting Song Mingqin to fight Ye Bufan, their eyes filled with anticipation.
"Look, the Sect Master is here too."
Behind Song Mingqin, a middle-aged man of similar age to Song Mingqin followed closely, rushing towards them.
"Heavens, what is going on? The Supreme Elder and the Sect Master are both here."
Soon, Song Mingqin arrived at the door of Ye Bufan's room. Seeing the damage to the door and the disciples inside, swords in hand, screaming, he was furious.
"Bold!" Song Mingqin roared. Everyone present thought that Song Mingqin was enraged by Ye Bufan's blatant bullying of their sect members.
Ye Bufan smiled when he saw Song Mingqin arrive and said, "Senior Song, the disciples in your sect are truly overbearing."
After speaking, Ye Bufan instantly withdrew his spiritual power from those people. The darkness in their eyes slowly receded, and the appearance of the hotel room was restored.
They all collapsed on the floor, some trembling uncontrollably with fear. The most arrogant young man from before had soaked his pants, and a foul odor emanated from him.
"Sect Master, Supreme Elder!" Ling Yunluo, seeing Song Mingqin and the Sect Master standing at the door, was overjoyed.
"Sect Master, Supreme Elder, this person has no regard for our Red Sword Sect and has attacked our disciples. Please uphold justice for our Red Sword Sect's disciples!" Ling Yunluo said excitedly to Song Mingqin and the Sect Master of the Red Sword Sect.
"Xinghai, you handle this yourself," Song Mingqin said to Song Xinghai, the Sect Master of the Red Sword Sect.
Song Xinghai nodded, walked to Ling Yunluo's side, and frowned.
"Mr. Ye, I apologize for the unpleasantness," Song Xinghai said, cupping his fists in greeting. Ye Bufan also cupped his fists in return.
Seeing Song Xinghai's actions, Ling Yunluo's heart sank. Ye Bufan's words in the elevator earlier, every single one, coupled with the strength Ye Bufan had just displayed, Ling Yunluo should have realized!
"Ling Yunluo, do you know your offense?" Song Xinghai roared.
"Sect Master, this person has disgraced our Red Sword Sect and even insulted us. I implore the Sect Master to kill him." The arrogant young man who had been beside Ling Yunluo shouted at the Sect Master.
"Slap—"
Song Xinghai slapped him away and roared, "I, Song Xinghai, do not need a junior like you to tell me what to do. You people have it too good. Staying in the sect for too long, do you think you're invincible? Do you think you can be so arrogant?"
"This Mr. Ye, at less than twenty years old, is already at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, comparable to me. You dare to provoke him?" Song Xinghai's voice boomed with the authority of a Sect Master.
"Pass my order: After this ancient ruin expedition, Ling Yunluo is to be confined to the back mountain of the sect for one year of self-reflection. The rest of you will have your cultivation resources suspended for half a year."
"And you..."
Song Xinghai pointed at the disciple he had just sent flying and said, "Your cultivation will be abolished, and you will be expelled from the Red Sword Sect!"
"No! Sect Master, spare me. I'll never dare again. Sect Master, spare me." Hearing Song Xinghai's words, the other party fell into deep despair. Enduring the pain, he crawled towards Song Xinghai.
Song Xinghai waved his hand, and disciples were already dragging him away.