Longwei had not been talking low so when the crowd of disciples heard him, it felt like they were about to cough up a mouth of blood from anger. Being called a dog by a Foundation Building brat and not being able to respond, then having salt rubbed on their wounds was tantamount to being slapped in the face repeatedly.

"That's young master Longwei right? How could he have such a vicious mouth despite being a little brat?" One disciple said while clenching his teeth.

"That's not all, not only does he have a vicious mouth, I even heard that he would suppress his cultivation base and dress up in worn-out robes, then go around beating up the arrogant debauchees from the major sects and clans."

Another disciple chimed in and said, "That right, I heard rumors about how he's constantly changing his appearance that even the members of his own clan don't know how he actually looks. If it wasn't for that one time when a debauchee's uncle, who was a sect elder, got involved and caused him to showed his Wu Clan identity medallion to get away with his beatings, we wouldn't have known he was the notorious 'debauchee executioner.'

This time the disciples were talking in hush whispers, but Longmin had been able to pick up on some of the words being thrown around.

And he couldn't help but become shocked.

'Debauchee executioner? Just how the heck did my brother manage to get such a nickname?'

Longmin had been kept in the clan by his father ever since he was little, so he had no idea his brother had such a reputation outside of the clan.

Turning to look at Longwei, Longmin said, "Just how often did you go about your sadistic hobby for you to have been branded with such a title? Matter of fact, why did you pick up such a hobby in the first place?"

"You," was Longwei's reply.

Longmin mouth became agape.

"How could I have been the reason for you to become such a sadistic maniac? You're definitely lying."

"You know little brother, I don't like how you're calling me a sadistic maniac, and I'm definitely not lying. I haven't told you this before, but it's thanks to your Thousand Faces Rune Inscription that you created back when we first started cultivating, that gave me the idea to do my great deeds. I even had granduncle infused his aura into the inscriptions so I could fool Sage experts… hehe."

Longwei chuckled darkly.

Longmin on the other hand had a perplex look on his face upon hearing his brother's words.

Within the crowd, the disciples were still talking.

"If that's young master Longwei in his disguise, does that mean that's his brother on his left?" One disciple asked.

"Yes that's right, he's the second-born son of the Wu Clan Patriarch, and his name is Longmin." A disciple that was next to him responded.

One disciple close by suddenly had a thought then said in a hushed tone.

"Hey, wasn't there rumors going around that he was locked up underneath the Wu Clan's mountains by his father, the Wu Clan's patriarch?"

"I remember that rumor!" Another disciple loudly exclaimed, causing the surrounding disciples to send him angry looks.

However, that disciple was unaffected as he continued.

"It was circulating around the continent about six years ago. They say that it was because he went mad and killed a bunch of the Wu Clan servants."

"What?! Really?!" A disciple who was unaware of the rumor exclaimed in utter shock.

"Yeah, I remember this rumor as well. At the time it got out everyone was talking about it, how could've you not known?" A disciple asked in a confused tone.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a voice that contained a condemning and mocking tone spoke out slightly louder than the hundreds of other disciples.

"What sickening thing to do, despite his scholarly looks he's actually a wild beast in human form. I can't believe the Patriarch of the Wu Clan kept a son like that, if I were him I would've disowned him as my son and kicked him out of the clan. Truly disgusting."

The crowd became somewhat silent, and the disciples all had mild looks of shock on their faces.

To think that someone would openly say such things, was this person trying to pick a fight with the Wu Clan?

Is he crazy?!

Hearing those words, Longwei's heart sank.

Turning to look at Longmin, he saw that he had his head lowered while biting his lips. From the looks of it, he had also heard what that person had said.

Longwei's face immediately turned ice cold and anger began to boil in his heart.

He wasn't angry when these people were being ungrateful towards the Wu Clan, he just couldn't stand listening to them so he made them shut up, but now, after hearing what someone just said about his brother, he was absolutely furious.

"Who just said that?" asked Longwei.

His voice wasn't loud but the remaining chattering of the disciples came to a stop nonetheless.

While looking around at the disciples in front of him waiting for a response, Longmin from behind held his hand and said with a forced smile.

"Brother there's no need, I am already use to such comments, so just ignore it."

Turning to look at his brother, Longwei was silent for a moment, before he shook his head and said, "You might be willing to, but I can't."

Turning back to the crowd of young elites who were grouped up in six.

He pointed at a group that wore blue Daoist robes with a crescent moon insignia on their right chest, and said, "I heard the voice coming from this group. You're from the Crescent Moon Sect, right? If one of you don't step out now all of you are forbidden from entering the Yellow Leaf Valley's Pocket Realm."

"….?!!!"

The crowd of disciples was stunned.

"It was actually someone from the Crescent Moon Sect?! They're the strongest Sage Sect on the Wu Continent." A disciple said with astonishment.

A disciple followed up by saying, "I heard that their sect Patriarch is at the peak of the Sage realm and could breakthrough to that legendary realm at any time. If that happens their reputation would become completely different and they would become one of the top powerhouses on planet Daiyu, which would also result in the Wu Continent having two leading figures."

"Does that mean the Crescent Moon Sect is purposely going against the Wu Clan to consolidate their power?" asked a disciple.

Someone then responded saying, "That's highly likely, but they haven't shown any indication of going against the Wu Clan in the past, so why do it now of all times?"

"Yeah that's right, their Patriarch hasn't actually broken into the legendary Saint realm yet, so the current Wu Clan can probably crush them like an ant."

One disciple snorted coldly and said, "They're being way too arrogant, do they think just having someone in the Saint realm can make them contend against a hegemon like the Wu Clan? Do they not know where the Wu Clan stands out of all the Powers on planet Daiyu? Other than the Xingyun Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty no one can compete against the Wu Clan."

Another disciple chimed and said, "Exactly, why do you think they were able to maintain control over the continent despite it containing three Lesser Pocket Realms? A Pocket Realm is a massive treasure trove to any clan or sect, with all of the natural resources within it, a small sect could produce several Nirvana realm cultvators or even a single Sage level expert. The only other continent that has a Pocket Realm is the Central Continent, and they have a Greater Pocket Realm, which is probably bigger than our three Pocket Realms combined."

"Maybe that's the goal of the Crescent Moon Sect, to seize one of the Pocket Realms and expand their sect." A disciple said thoughtfully.

"But didn't young master Longwei just banned them from entering the Pocket Realm, if someone doesn't stand out? Did he perhaps knew their intentions?"

As the crowd bustle with noise, the two guards in black stood motionless behind Longwei and Longmin just watching the events unfold with an indifferent gaze.

Longwei was pointing at the group from the Crescent Moon Sect while staring at them with cold eyes. His behavior and demeanor at this moment resembled anything but a fourteen-year-old.

At the back of the group, a bald old man with a gray mustache and a goatee stepped out.

His name was Li Zong and he was a highly respected elder in the Crescent Moon Sect, who was also in the early stage of the Nirvana realm. Normally, with his cultivation and status, he wouldn't even deign to glance at a Foundation Building cultivator let alone converse with one, but this Foundation realm cultivator in front of him was one of the young masters of the Wu Clan. In terms of age and cultivation, he might be higher but his status was far inferior.

However, despite that, he still stood in front of Longwei with a placid expression on his face.

"Young master Longwei I think your statement is going a little too far. I do admit the earlier comment by my sect's disciple was a bit harsh, but that doesn't justify you revoking our rights to enter the Pocket Realm. It would be better if an Elder of the older generation with greater qualifications in your clan were here to speak on this matter, instead of yourself."

Without even offering a greeting, Elder Li said that directly, while giving Longwei a sideways glance in the process.

His words made it obvious to anyone that he was trying to downplay his disciple's comment, while belittling Longwei by stating that he was too young, and didn't have the qualifications to revoke their rights.

Longwei looked up at Elder Li while Elder Li stared down at him. Without so much of a consideration, Longwei said,

"Which grave did this old fart crawled out from? Do you think of yourself as hot-stuff because you're an Elder from the Crescent Moon Sect? Step aside you old fogy."

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~Fun Fact~

The surface area of your lungs is roughly the same size as a tennis court.

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Just so you lovely readers know, what Elder Li did, by not offering greetings to Longwei, is considered to be highly disrespectful in Chinese culture or at least in imperial times. With Longwei being the son of the patriarch, his status is far higher than Elder Li so it's a must for him to offer greetings before speaking in those circumstances.