Chapter Eleven, Actively Shouldering the Blame

  By the time Li Chen and others reacted, it was too late. These women didn't listen to their explanations at all, they completely went crazy, throwing punches without any regard for etiquette. Li Chen had a way out, but he didn't dare use it because Mingyue Xiang was glaring at him angrily. He thought to himself, could it be that he was being too clever? Was Mingyue Xiang really such a petty person?

  But later he found out that the gaze he threw at his old lover Fang Xue for help was not right, because Fang Xue led everyone to fight together, and she fought the most fiercely. Where was the tenderness of calling him "brother" during their secret trysts?

  It feels like they killed her father, an irreconcilable hatred.

  Fang Xue felt Li Chen's gaze and suddenly became furious. What secret meeting, what dear brother were all forgotten. She only knew that one of the bastards had pinched her breast hard and it still hurt now. If it was Li Chen, then it could only be considered as his betrayal.

  But she knew Li Chen's personality, absolutely the kind of person who would take advantage of her, although he hadn't succeeded yet, but he definitely would try to make a move on her, and what was unforgivable was that he had put his own woman aside and let someone else touch her chest, this kind of person was the most unforgivable, and she almost got framed for it. She thought about it and her anger rose up, no matter which way, it all had to do with him.

  A loud "slap" landed heavily on Li Chen's ear.

  "Humming" Li Chen only felt his ears humming, a huge sense of shame burst out, and he wanted to counterattack, but he forgot that Fang Xue's strength was one level higher than his, almost completely suppressing him.

  Even Qin Hao, who was carrying the Hidden Symbol, was injured by her palm. At that time, if Qin Hao hadn't hidden himself and made her fearful, she would have killed him with ease.

  But now it's different, Fang Xue is not only fearless, but also furious. She not only fights back herself, but also transforms into two gods of good and evil to suppress him together. Six hands grab Li Chen and give him a severe beating. Li Chen was completely stunned, as if he had killed Fang Xue's father. The entire Mingyue Hall is in an uproar, with people crying out in grief and howling like wolves. Meanwhile, Mingyue Xiang doesn't pay attention to the commotion, but instead gazes at a distant corner.

  In the distance, Qin Hao watched all of this, what a thrill! All the resentment from coming to this strange world was vented, although he didn't do it himself, but it was all directed by him. He really wanted to go and indulge in it, but seeing how ferocious these women were, he ultimately didn't dare to go up. What if he got discovered? He estimated that even his master wouldn't be able to save him. Moreover, his master was present, what if his master found out that he did something so despicable? Wouldn't that tarnish his own reputation?

  But just as he thought of this, he found a gaze staring at him, like a mirror that reveals demons, making it difficult for him to hide. He turned his head and looked over, just in time to meet the gaze, cold sweat bursting forth. Wasn't this his master?

  "It's all over, it's all over, I've been found out...!" Qin Hao's mind was filled with worry: "What to do? What if Master really gets angry, what I did today is..."

  Just then, he suddenly discovered that the feeling of being stared at had disappeared. He looked over and saw his master looking at everything with a faint gaze, as calm as a Bodhisattva, as if all this had nothing to do with her. The beauty was holy, making people feel distant but not dare to desecrate. Qin Hao finally let out a sigh of relief: "It turns out that I unconsciously looked over here."

  Out of Jingxuan's memory, and his good impression of Mingyue Xiang when he first came here, he was quite concerned about Mingyue Xiang's feelings. He shook his head, preparing to leave. This dog-eat-dog farce was directed by him, but he didn't want to watch it anymore. If he had the ability, why would he need to calculate others like this? How could he be bullied by others? And how could he let his master worry.

  "I want to become stronger, stronger." Qin Hao said in his heart. Facing the road ahead, he would be afraid, but he would never give up. He believed in fate, but he also believed that he could change his fate. In fact, he could understand Master's painstaking efforts last night. He knew that Master was deceiving himself, but what Master didn't know was that it was destined for him to take this path.

  On the grand hall, Mingyue Xiang gazed into the distance, looking at Qin Hao's back, with a strange feeling. This disciple not only regained his sanity but also became increasingly intelligent, all of which could be explained by the Panhuang divine pulse.

  Can it be said that this is also due to the reason of Panhuang Shenmai?

  What's most important is that she felt a kind of heaviness in the current Qin Hao, which couldn't be put into words or explained clearly. She shook her head and said: "Qin means heavy and stable, Hao means vast and upright, Qin Hao, Qin Hao, this name is getting more and more mysterious. Is it really possible for the Panhuang divine pulse to revive? Even Master can't guarantee it. I hope that one day you'll understand, don't blame me."

  Mingyue Xiang shook her head and sighed, the divine pulse was impossible to revive, both paths led to death, only stagnation had a chance of survival, even she didn't think Qin Hao could revive this ancient abandoned divine body.

  But what Mingyue Xiang didn't expect was that the name Qin Hao wasn't even chosen by himself, but rather came from a fortune teller. The fortune teller said that after Qin Hao's great tribulation, he would face endless darkness and endless hardships.

  Generally, fortune-telling clarifies the trajectory of a person's life. A person's life has several trajectories, and each person is different. For example, some people have one trajectory from age 1 to 18, while others may have one trajectory from birth to establishing themselves at 30. This trajectory determines whether it's good luck or bad luck. Some people are unlucky from birth to adulthood, but they will definitely be lucky later on. An old Chinese saying goes: "Great difficulties do not kill, and there must be good fortune afterwards; after bad luck comes good luck."

  As the saying goes, "poverty cannot last for three generations, and wealth cannot last for three generations." Some people may be lucky all their lives, but their next generation may not necessarily be lucky. Some people may be unlucky all their lives, but their next generation may not necessarily be unlucky. However, poverty will eventually come to an end, and wealth will also eventually come to an end.

  In ancient China, people discovered the mystery of heaven and earth, conforming to nature, with the deceased body as the mainstay, laying out the Feng Shui situation, also known as the Yin house, commonly referred to as a tomb. It is in harmony with the heavenly dragon pulse, shining brightly for future generations. This is a way of conforming to nature, reversing heaven and changing fate. Your body inherits the blood of your ancestors and contains the momentum of your ancestors.

  When I was young, I always heard family members say that people who have passed away will protect you.

  It's better to say that nature has a spirit, rather than saying that the deceased have an underground spirit. Your ancestors harmonized with the overall trend of heaven and earth, as long as you have their blood flowing through your veins, you will receive protection and care. Because your blood is similar to that of your ancestors, the natural fortune of that heaven and earth will naturally protect you, and everything you do will go smoothly, and you will be prosperous.

  Qin Hao's fate is different, the fortune teller had said a sentence before, Qin Hao's fate, no one can change it, even if his ancestors were still alive and in a good dragon vein, they couldn't protect him. The fortune teller said that his future path was dark and bumpy, everything relied on himself, so he was named Hao. With the name Hao, he would drive away all darkness and illuminate the great way of life.

  Later, Qin Hao and his family moved house. After getting the Dragon Seeking Art, Qin Hao thought of changing his name to play around with it, involving his own name and eight characters. However, after making the change, he found himself falling into an abyss like hell, unable to pull himself out. In the end, he fearfully changed his name back to Hao, and everything returned to normal. Even the Dragon Seeking Art couldn't explain why this happened until later when his foster father told him, but Qin Hao would never have thought that he had crossed over from another world.

  Crossed the natural ancestors' protection, crossed the natural everything has to rely on oneself. In thinking of this useless physical body, it's still Tang Seng's flesh, all these naturally understood.

  But Mingyue Xiang couldn't understand it clearly, and she probably didn't even dare to believe that Qin Hao was a time-traveler. She could only feel that there was something mysterious about it.

  "Alright, stop!" Finally, Mingyue Xiang noticed Li Chen who was beaten half to death.

  Women can be gentle like kittens, but when they get angry, nothing can stop them until they've vented their emotions. Especially a group of fierce women - if Mingyue Xiang hadn't spoken up, they wouldn't have stopped. It's understandable, really. If someone had stripped you naked, slapped your ears, and ruined your reputation, could you bear it?

  Especially in such a clean and innocent era, although they are nuns, they are still human: "Master, you have to take charge for us."

  A group of people all knelt down, Li Chen almost fainted, they were beaten badly, until now it's still unclear what they were beaten for. Now Mingyue Peak's female disciple is still crying and wailing, as if she had suffered a great injustice. This made Li Chen and others kneel down too: "Master, you have to take charge of us, we were beaten without reason, just because we helped the sisters retrieve this belly bag?"

  Li Chen really couldn't understand, just looking at your belly-baring top, why did you have to beat me to death? But now he had no choice, this was Mingyue Peak, his father would not easily come here unless he was beaten to death, otherwise his father wouldn't know, so he could only beg Mingyue Xiang.

  "Scoundrels...... you...... you........." A group of female disciples were furious and about to attack again, several of them had puffy faces like a pig's head, almost in tears.

  "Alright." Mingyue Xiang stopped them, and only she was clear that Li Chen and the others had taken the blame for Qin Hao, but this scapegoat was nothing compared to their previous arrogance, so Mingyue Xiang wouldn't sympathize with him at all.

  "Take them to Xuanfeng Law Enforcement Hall and let the hall master handle it." Mingyue Xiang said coldly.

  "Yes!" The female disciples were so angry they could have flayed Li Chen and his group alive.

  "Enforcement Hall!" Li Chen was stunned, if he really sent to Enforcement Hall, his father couldn't even save him. The master of Enforcement Hall is the Supreme Elder, and even the sect leader has to give way to him three times.

  "Famous inn, famous inn, I want to know what we did wrong? Is your heart so malicious?" Li Chen said loudly with a burst of courage.

  "Hehe, am I poisonous?" Mingyue Xiang shook her head and then ordered her disciples to recount the events. Li Chen almost vomited blood. This was indeed a case of each family sweeping the snow from their own doorstep, not meddling with the frost on others' roofs.

  So be it, he's been wronged, now he understands why the female disciple and his old lover treated him like that, most importantly, he didn't see anything at all, it was worth being beaten for what he did, dying under the peony flower is also a romantic thing to do, but he's been wronged.

  He thought he was still very proud of himself, taking the initiative to carry the black pot with his chest and belly.