Hearing Huang Tianbao's question, Lu Ming was taken aback.
“It seems we don't...”
They had only just arrived at the sect and were kicked out before they could do anything. How could they have had the chance to ask for a sect flag?
“What do we do?”
“Woof, woof??”
Both Huang Tianbao and Big Yellow looked at Lu Ming.
“Do you have any cloth?”
Huang Tianbao shook his head. “No.”
Suddenly, his eyes flickered. After a moment of hesitation, he spoke up again, “Actually, I do!”
Lu Ming’s eyes lit up. “Bring it out, bring it out... Let’s hurry up and put one together to hang up...”
Huang Tianbao hesitated.
“Eldest Senior Brother, the cloth in my storage bag is all mourning cloth. You know, I handle a lot of funerals, so...”
Lu Ming was stunned. He blinked, gritted his teeth, and said, “Bring it out. We’ll use it for this emergency...”
A moment later, a massive, stark white mourning flag was hung in front of the tent Lu Ming and the others had set up.
The three large black characters for “Qingshan Sect” exuded a faint touch of melancholy...
Looking at the flag made from half a bolt of cloth, Lu Ming nodded in satisfaction.
“Third Junior Brother, your handwriting is pretty good!”
He had intentionally made the flag extra-large, fearing that the Haoran Sect wouldn't notice their arrival.
Huang Tianbao scratched his head in embarrassment.
“I practiced it by writing elegiac couplets.”
Then, a look of joy washed over his face.
“Eldest Senior Brother, I’m not a jinx or a disaster magnet at all, right?”
“I’ve been part of the Qingshan Sect for several days now, and everyone is still alive and kicking. The deaths of those people before had nothing to do with me, right?”
Lu Ming helplessly chimed in, “Right, right... It has nothing to do with you.”
Ever since the day after he joined the sect, Huang Tianbao had been asking him this question non-stop.
He had asked so many times that Lu Ming was growing thoroughly exasperated.
Lu Ming guessed that it had to be his own protagonist power suppressing Huang Tianbao's innate jinx constitution... Yes, that had to be it.
“Second Senior Brother...”
“Woof, woof!!”
Before Huang Tianbao could even finish his question, Big Yellow barked in quick agreement. It, too, was sick to death of being asked.
“Which sect are you guys from? Pack up and get lost right now...”
Just as Lu Ming was about to lie down and rest, an angry voice rang out.
Well, look at that. The troublemakers had arrived.
He knew that as the protagonist, trouble would inevitably find him whenever he went out.
It seemed today would be the day he showed off, slapped some faces, and left the entire crowd gasping in shock.
At this moment, the disciples of the Chixia Sect were absolutely furious.
Their camp was nearby, and the moment they stepped out, they saw a massive white flag fluttering in the wind.
To make matters worse, the flag wasn't made of normal cloth, but was the exact color of the mourning cloth used by mortals.
This was just too much of a bad omen!
Taking a closer look at the sect hanging the white cloth, they saw it was just a dilapidated little sect. They glanced at the name on the white cloth.
“Qingshan Sect.” They had never heard of it. This was definitely someone they could bully!
Maybe they could even squeeze some benefits out of them.
Thus, the three Chixia Sect disciples walked over with fierce, menacing expressions, intending to drive Lu Ming and his companions away.
Once they perceived the cultivation levels of Lu Ming and his group, they became even more arrogant.
It was just a yellow dog comparable to the peak of the Qi Refining stage, accompanied by two mortals.
They even suspected whether these two humans and one dog had snuck in.
After all, the sects that could come to the Hengduan Mountains to vie for the Star Snow Lotus were all influential forces.
Take their Chixia Sect, for instance; they only secured a spot because they had a Nascent Soul cultivator backing them.
“Get lost already! Hanging up mourning cloth—do you not care about bringing bad luck? Hand over a hundred spirit stones as compensation, and then beat it...”
Before Lu Ming and the others could speak, one of the late-stage Qi Refining cultivators from the Chixia Sect shouted arrogantly.
“Woof, woof!!!”
Big Yellow glared fiercely at the one Foundation Establishment cultivator and two Qi Refining cultivators in front of them. Are you out of your mind, begging for spirit stones like this?
“Oh? This big dog isn't bad. We could stew it in a dog meat hotpot...”
One of the Qi Refining cultivators looked at Big Yellow, greed flashing in his eyes.
A dog demon beast would make a nice little treat to satisfy his cravings.
Initially, Lu Ming was still hesitating, wondering if beating up the young ones would provoke their elders.
But that single sentence instantly made him lose his cool.
You dare target my brother? Damn it, let's just do this first. I'm the protagonist anyway, so I won't die. At worst, I'll just suffer a little...
As for Huang Tianbao, Lu Ming wasn't worried at all.
This was a guy who could jinx everyone around him to death while remaining perfectly fine. To think he could die easily was a joke.
Lu Ming even suspected that the reason this guy was always fine was because even Yama rejected him...
“Get him...”
The moment the words left Lu Ming’s mouth, Big Yellow dug its four paws into the ground and executed a lightning-fast spinning kick.
It sent the Qi Refining cultivator who had just talked about eating dog meat hotpot flying backward.
This sudden development instantly left the other two dumbfounded...
They never expected that the other party would actually dare to fight back.
A dilapidated sect like this should have been scared out of their wits upon seeing them, begging for mercy on their knees and offering apologies. Yet, they actually dared to make a move. They must be tired of living...
“Senior Brother... you have to avenge me!”
The Chixia Sect disciple who had been kicked away by Big Yellow cried out, his words slurring through his broken teeth.
Boom...
The Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Chixia Sect fully unleashed his Foundation Establishment stage aura.
“I think you're looking for death...”
Lu Ming narrowed his eyes as he looked at his opponent. He had never beaten up a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator before.
He had only ever killed a single Qi Refining stage cultivator, and that was with Big Yellow's help.
As for whether he could defeat this Foundation Establishment cultivator, Lu Ming wasn't worried.
As a protagonist, fighting above his level should be a walk in the park.
Boom...
While the Chixia Sect cultivator was still rambling, Lu Ming directly circulated his spiritual energy and charged forward, swinging his fist.
Seeing Lu Ming’s incoming fist, a disdainful smirk played on the Foundation Establishment cultivator’s lips.
Foolish mortal, you probably have no idea how formidable cultivators are.
Even if I just stand here and don't move, can you even scratch me?
Seeing the Foundation Establishment cultivator making no attempt to dodge, Lu Ming was also a bit puzzled.
Is this guy stupid?
Whatever, I'll hit him first and think later.
Thud...
The Foundation Establishment cultivator felt a colossal force crash into him.
His body was sent flying backward.
Oh no! This despicable scoundrel actually used an aura-concealing technique or an aura-concealing magical artifact.
Damn it, he's not a mortal at all!
The Foundation Establishment cultivator quickly mobilized his spiritual energy to stabilize his body.
“Pfft...” He spat out a mouthful of blood.
To his horror, the Foundation Establishment cultivator discovered a powerful, destructive force swirling inside his body, wreaking havoc on his organs.
“You actually used poison?!”
Lu Ming was also dumbfounded by the Foundation Establishment cultivator’s accusation.
Since when did I use poison?
Still, Lu Ming wasn't surprised at all by his ability to injure a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Without pausing, he prepared to launch another attack.
Since they had already started fighting, he had to pull up the grass by its roots and leave no survivors, ensuring the guy wouldn't have a chance to go back and call for reinforcements.
Boom...
Right at that moment, an even more powerful pressure descended upon them.
It suppressed the spiritual energy in Lu Ming's body so heavily that he couldn't even circulate it. His body swayed, and he nearly collapsed.
At the same time, Lu Ming felt a bit frustrated. It seemed the old fossil of this sect had arrived!
He wouldn't have another chance to make a move.
Now, he could only wait for his own savior to show up.
He turned his head to check on Big Yellow, wanting to see how they were doing.
However, the sight that met his eyes left him completely dumbfounded.
Big Yellow and Huang Tianbao were perfectly fine, but the other two disciples of the Chixia Sect were pale-faced, looking as if they were on the brink of death.
What was going on? Was Big Yellow really this powerful?
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