Other servants were also watching the conflict from afar.
“Young Master Bai is making trouble again!”
“This time, it’s with the esteemed guests of the Heaven Sword Sect.”
“Should we inform Lady Bai Xueqing? Otherwise, this could escalate into a huge problem.”
“Don’t! Do you not love your life? If young master Bai Zihan finds out, you can say goodbye to your life!”
…
In the face of Bai Zihan’s antics, the servants and onlookers were powerless to do anything.
They didn’t have the courage to call for help or stop the conflict, knowing that doing so would mean going against Bai Zihan—and no one wanted that.
Yun Qingmei and Fei Ling exchanged glances.
They might have let it slide if it were just a personal insult, but Bai Zihan had crossed the line by insulting their sect.
Fei Ling finally spoke, her tone cold.
“Senior Brother Shen, this is Bai Zihan—Bai Xueqing’s younger brother. He has been openly insulting both us and the Heaven Sword Sect.”
Shen Liang’s expression shifted slightly from anger to reluctant understanding.
He had heard of Bai Zihan—the infamous troublemaker of the Bai Clan, known for his lack of talent yet abundance of arrogance.
Realizing who stood before him, he took a deep breath and suppressed his fury.
He looked Bai Zihan up and down with a condescending gaze before speaking.
“So, you’re Bai Xueqing’s younger brother?”
He continued.
“In consideration of my relationship with Junior Sister Xueqing, I’ll let you off this time. However, I suggest you stop harassing female disciples of our Heaven Sword Sect.”
His tone carried an air of superiority, as if he were showing mercy to a mere child.
Moreover, there was an implicit threat in his words.
Bai Zihan might not be talented in cultivation, but he wasn’t stupid—he understood the underlying meaning.
Additionally, being threatened in his own territory? How could Bai Zihan let that slide?
“Oh? So, you’re one of those disciples, huh?”
Bai Zihan chuckled, his tone dripping with mockery.
“What do you mean?”
Shen Liang frowned, displeased that someone he considered a ‘waste’ dared to mock him.
“Chasing after my sister like a licking dog! Haha…”
Bai Zihan burst into laughter after throwing his insult.
Shen Liang’s expression darkened instantly.
Bai Zihan continued, acting as if he had just realized something.
“Actually, now that I think about it… this is a perfect opportunity for you, isn’t it? My dear sister just broke off her engagement. A disciple like you must be thrilled at the chance to take advantage of the situation.”
Shen Liang’s jaw clenched.
“Mind your words, Bai Zihan!”
His voice carried unmistakable anger—like a child caught red-handed.
“Why?”
Bai Zihan spread his arms, feigning innocence.
“I’m just stating the obvious. Maybe… maybe you even had a hand in persuading my sister to break her engagement and go against our ancestor’s promise? That would explain a lot, wouldn’t it?”
Although he knew it was probably untrue, he said it anyway to further provoke Shen Liang.
“Haha… But do you truly think you have a chance? Who are you to even dream of being with my sister?”
Bai Zihan added, wanting to humiliate Shen Liang further.
Elsewhere, who would dare to mock and underestimate Shen Liang?
He might not be as talented as Bai Xueqing, but he was still a top talent—respected by many and admired by his fellow disciples.
If any male disciple in the Heaven Sword Sect was considered worthy of Bai Xueqing, Shen Liang was one of them.
Yet here he was, being ridiculed by a so-called waste.
Shen Liang’s expression twisted in pure fury.
His aura surged violently, but he still had enough rationality to restrain himself.
He knew that if he attacked Bai Zihan here, in the Bai Clan’s territory, the consequences would be severe.
Moreover, even though his relationship with Bai Xueqing wasn’t particularly close, attacking her younger brother would definitely leave a bad impression on her.
Instead, he took a deep breath and sneered.
“Hmph! A dog who only dares to bark behind the safety of his family. No wonder Bai Xueqing never mentions you—you’re just a disgrace to the Bai Clan!”
The moment those words left Shen Liang’s mouth, Bai Zihan’s expression shifted slightly.
Then—
SLAP!
The slap was so fast and sudden that Shen Liang didn’t even register it before his face snapped to the side.
A deep red mark instantly formed on his cheek.
Silence!
Everyone in the courtyard—Bai Clan servants, Heaven Sword Sect disciples, and other onlookers—froze in utter shock.
Bai Zihan grinned.
“You were saying?”
Shen Liang’s entire body tensed as his fury reached its peak.
“YOU—!”
Without thinking, his hand shot to his sword, ready to strike.
But just as he was about to unsheath his blade—
BOOM!
A powerful force slammed into the ground between them, shaking the earth.
A towering figure stepped forward—Bai Zihan’s personal guard.
His presence alone was like an immovable mountain.
His sharp gaze bore into Shen Liang, and his voice was calm but carried a chilling weight.
“Please restrain yourself! Otherwise, I will be forced to take action.”
Shen Liang’s fingers twitched on his sword hilt.
He was livid.
Every fiber of his being wanted to strike, to wipe that smug grin off Bai Zihan’s face.
But the rational part of his mind screamed at him—he was still in the Bai Clan.
If he made a move now, he wouldn’t just be fighting Bai Zihan but the entire Bai Clan itself.
He had no choice.
With every ounce of restraint he had, he exhaled sharply and released his grip on his sword.
Bai Zihan laughed, shaking his head.
“See? This is the problem with you Heaven Sword Sect types. Always barking, always acting superior… but you can’t do anything in the end.”
He smirked.
“You’re nothing more than a licking dog. And I hope you remember that—especially while you’re in my territory. Haha…”
The Bai Clan servants shook their heads in pity.
Even the esteemed geniuses of the Heaven Sword Sect had to suffer when dealing with their young master.
Shen Liang and the other disciples trembled with fury, but they were helpless.
They were merely at the Golden Core Stage, while Bai Zihan’s personal bodyguard was at least in the Nascent Soul Realm.
And even if they somehow managed to defeat Bai Zihan’s bodyguard, there were many other guards who would intervene before they could even lay a finger on Bai Zihan.
They stood no chance.
This was a complete humiliation for Shen Liang and the Heaven Sword Sect disciples.
Bai Zihan stretched lazily.
“Well, that was fun! Shen Liang, make sure to ice that cheek—you wouldn’t want people to think Heaven Sword Sect disciples go around looking like they lost a fight to a mosquito.”
With that, he turned and walked away, hands behind his head, as if this entire situation had been nothing more than an amusing little game.
The crowd parted for him.
Behind him, Shen Liang stood frozen in place, his fists trembling in silent rage.
“This isn’t over,” Shen Liang muttered.
“Not by a long shot!”