"You damn pig, was this your doing?!"
The Pig Emperor’s voice was simply too distinctive. Besides, he had no intention of hiding at all. In fact, he wanted to draw everyone’s attention and be the star of the show.
So, the Immortals located him in an instant.
’Damn pig?’
The Pig Emperor’s song ca to an abrupt halt. He frowned, his expression turning sour.
"Once, so people uttered the two words ’fat pig’ in my presence. But after so of my ’tutelage,’ they all learned the error of their ways. It seems you harbor so prejudice against pigs as well."
With the Pig Emperor’s song stopped, everyone in the Spirit Pool—except for the desperate Huangfu Yu and the deceased Xiao Jie—slowly began to recover.
Their eyes were vacant as they sat dumbly on the ground, completely unaware of what had just happened.
The "song" had co on too fast, like a tornado.
If the horrifying lody weren’t still echoing in their minds, they would have thought the entire experience was just a hallucination.
’Could it be... this is a trial set by the Immortals?’
The uninford crowd began to speculate.
But this trial was just too twisted!
They would rather endure a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, a purgatory of suffering, than experience that Demon Sound drilling into their ears one more ti.
That feeling... it was truly worse than death!
’So, is the trial over now?’
’There won’t be another one, right?’
"Damn pig, what do you an by that? Don’t tell you plan on ’tutoring’ us like you did those juniors from the Five Poison Sub-Palace?"
The one who spoke was a Bald Immortal from the Xiao Family.
Xiao Jie’s death had made him extrely irritable. If not for his self-control, he would have already tried to kill Mo Qi and the Pig Emperor.
Huangfu Zhong was also suppressing his rage with great difficulty.
Seeing Huangfu Yu lying in the Spirit Pool like a broken doll, his body battered and broken, he nearly lost control.
Aside from the unlucky bastard Xiao Jie, Huangfu Yu was in the worst shape.
Huangfu Zhong didn’t know the full story and just assud the Pig Emperor had deliberately targeted the Huangfu Family.
Thus, he currently felt worse than if he’d eaten fly shit.
"If you’re all in need of so schooling, then I don’t mind becoming a glorious Cultivator teacher to set your values straight." The Pig Emperor’s expression was solemn, full of saintly righteousness.
"Hey, hey, hey, Pig Emperor, is your singing actually effective against Immortals? Their reactions just now seed pretty mild," Mo Qi asked via voice transmission.
"Relax. I wasn’t specifically targeting them before, so the effect wasn’t obvious. Besides, my singing isn’t my only talent. If you push too far, heh heh... you know what’ll happen."
Mo Qi: "..."
’Like hell I do!’
He had a feeling this unreliable, trouble-making pig was about to cause so major, unexpected catastrophe.
At that point, the Spirit Pool probably wouldn’t be the main issue anymore.
"Hmph, don’t think your sound waves are invincible. Believe it or not, I can take your life before you even make a sound!"
"I don’t..." The Pig Emperor shook his head.
"Insolent!" the Bald Immortal roared.
He turned to Mo Qi. "Hand over your Pig Demon Beast Pet!"
Mo Qi lifted his eyelids and uttered a single word: "Scram!"
Being verbally humiliated by a pig and then a junior, the Bald Immortal’s fury finally boiled over.
"You’re courting death!" He could no longer hold back. His Immortal Power erupted, and in a flash, he appeared before Mo Qi, reaching for the Pig Emperor on his shoulder.
A cold glint flashed in Mo Qi’s eyes. He hadn’t deactivated the Qi Fortune Secret Technique, and the Power of the Dragon Vein accumulated in his body was already at its Peak.
So, as the Bald Immortal closed in on him, he didn’t feel the slightest bit of fear.
’If he wants a fight, I’ll give him one!’
Just as he was about to strike back, a wall of ice appeared in front of him.
THUD!
The Bald Immortal’s hand slamd heavily into the ice wall, creating a massive impact.
The ice wall didn’t budge an inch, but the Bald Immortal was forced back several steps, his attacking arm now covered in a layer of ice.
Not far away, Granny Jin Hua rubbed her fingertips, and the ice wall vanished.
"Granny Jin Hua!" The Bald Immortal was startled and quickly circulated his Immortal Power to force the cold energy out of his arm.
"Granny Jin Hua, while you may act as a notary to oversee the exchange between our Sub-Palaces, for you to intervene directly is a bit out of line, isn’t it?" the Bald Immortal asked resentfully.
"That’s right! No matter how you look at it, the exchange between Sub-Palaces is our Hall of Envoys’ own internal affair!"
"Even if word of this got back to the Immortal Realm, we would still be in the right."
The other Immortals all began to speak up.
Although they didn’t want to offend Cold Cicada Valley, they couldn’t just let them act recklessly when reason was on their side.
Granny Jin Hua glanced coolly at the Immortals and said, "What, do the rules now permit Immortals to attack a junior?"
The Bald Immortal shook his head. "You’re mistaken, Granny Jin Hua. The one I intended to teach a lesson was not Mo Qi, but his Beast Pet. Beast Pets are not under the protection of the rules."
Before Granny Jin Hua could speak, the Pig Emperor cut in. "Baldy, you’re even more mistaken! I was just singing a song. What business is that of yours? Or is there so rule that says singing is forbidden?"
The Bald Immortal was speechless, unable to retort.
What rule would be so ridiculous as to forbid singing?
’But the crucial point is, your singing affected the Spirit Pool’s baptism!’
"Hmph, we all saw what happened in the Spirit Pool. Do you dare say it had nothing to do with you?" Huangfu Zhong interjected suddenly.
The Pig Emperor looked innocent. "I dare. Why wouldn’t I? You all set up the Spirit Pool. If my singing a little song can affect your so-called baptism, then tell , whose fault is that?"
"A hundred Sub-Palaces working together! And you can’t even set up a Spirit Pool properly. Who’s to bla?"
"This..."
Not only was Huangfu Zhong choked into silence, but all the Immortals present stared blankly, unsure how to refute the claim.
The Pig Emperor had no intention of stopping there. He continued, "Given your unreliable, fault-finding, excuse-making, and dark-hearted natures, I seriously suspect that everything that happened in the Spirit Pool was caused by your own negligence."
"Either that, or you were all plotting against each other while setting up the Spirit Pool and ended up shooting yourselves in the foot."
At this point, the Pig Emperor seed to recall sothing. "Oh, right. If I’m not mistaken, that villain who got himself blown up by the Zen Stick—the one who hard others without benefiting himself—he was from your Xiao Family, wasn’t he?"
The Bald Immortal’s face instantly grew even uglier.
"And that other one who wouldn’t stop chasing the kid from the Feng Family, he must have been sent in by your Huangfu Family, right?"
Huangfu Zhong snorted coldly. "Utter nonsense!"
The Pig Emperor spread his trotters, his face a mask of indifference. "You do the deed but won’t admit it. What a disgrace to the title of Immortal."
"Hmph, aren’t you the one who won’t admit what you’ve done?" Huangfu Zhong retorted, refusing to back down.
The Pig Emperor gave him a look one would give an idiot. "First of all, I didn’t do anything. But even if I did, I’m a pig. Are you trying to say you’re the sa as a pig, or that you’re just a tiny bit better than one?"
Huangfu Zhong: "..."
’Fine, fine, you’re the boss. You’re a pig, so everything you say is right!’
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