The Sugar Mommy System: The Evil Young Master is Villain!!!

Beta Fang's expression shifts to one of deep contemplation as he listens to the escalating tensions unfolding within the sect's walls.

A solemn understanding settles upon his flawless features.

"Alas, it seems the heavens have conspired to bring forth a reckoning upon this humble place. The echoes of past transgressions now resound, summoning a tempest of vengeance and retribution... Karma truly has no eyes, no ears,"

Beta Fang thought as he learned a lesson, to not spare anyone otherwise it will come back and haunt you.

One needs to be sharp as a blade, clear as ice, and formless as water.

...

The Onion Elder's countenance darkened as the grating voices of the sect leaders reverberated through the air. His brow furrowed, the folds of his aged face deepening with displeasure.

"Fools," he muttered under his breath, "to think they can so brazenly challenge the might of the Heaven Fall Sect," His pudgy fingers tightened around the precious healing pills gifted by the young master Bai, which can be used after battle.

With a deep steadying breath, the Onion Elder raised his head, his eyes shining with newfound vitality. "we need to protect the sect, what happened in the past is the past, we should forget it and focus on the bright future ahead," he declared, his voice resonating with purpose.

By no means Onion elder is a woman, but he was none less than a woman when it came to holding accountability, thinking logically, and accepting the mistake that was made by your party.

Then again, the weak are sinners not strong.

All sins wash away once you emerge victorious.

...

A burst of energy surged through his veins, invigorating his stagnant meridians.

The elder's rotund form seemed to swell with power, his once sluggish movements now imbued with a swiftness that belied his advanced years.

Beside him, the Bamboo Elder's expression hardened, his jaw set with grim determination.

"These insects dare to encroach upon our hallowed grounds," he growled, his fingers flexing around the hilt of his jade sword, a spiritual weapon

"They shall learn the folly of their arrogance," he adds menacingly.

Meanwhile,

The Sect Master, Xiao Chen, still remained composed, his countenance betraying none of the turmoil that surely raged within.

He feels like a precious jade, grateful for the elders around him who polish away his flaws and let his true value shine.

Yet, in the depths of his eyes, a steel-like resolve burned bright.

It was a testament to the unshakable fortitude that had propelled him to the pinnacle of this sect.

"For the Heaven Fall Sect stands upon the blessings of the Heavens themselves. No mortal force can hope to shake," he spoke, his voice calm and composed.

How we the next moment, his eyes glinted with sinister energy, as he clenched his fist tightly.

"Which sinner wished to visit hell, this humble one will surely fulfill your wish,"

The thunderous voice echoed across the heavens, shaking the very foundations of the Heaven Fall Sect.

Yet, within the sanctum's hallowed halls, a resolute calm prevailed.

Disciples who were previously scared were now relived hearing the voice of their sect master.

The peerless Sect Master truly regarded the 'gathering storm' with unwavering composure.

His eyes, akin to tempered steel, betrayed no hint of trepidation.

Decades of guiding this sect through tumultuous times had honed his mind to a razor's edge.

"Fools," he uttered, his voice smooth as silk, yet carrying the weight of unyielding authority.

"To think they can challenge the will of the Heavens by striking at the heart of my domain," The Sect Master's anger was evident.

The Onion Elder, his corpulent form now suffused with the potent vitality of the pills, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, these miscreants have overstepped their bounds. Their arrogance knows no bounds... Even no brainer can tell; they are courting death,"

Once again, beside him, the Bamboo Elder's countenance darkened, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword, "Then let us show them the true might of the Heaven Fall Sect. These ants shall be crushed beneath our feet,"

Saintess Ling'r, her brow furrowed with concern, stepped forward, her melodious voice carrying a hint of trepidation.

"Father, I fear for your safety. These grudges run deep, and the forces arrayed against us are formidable..."

She was a wise woman, from the aura alone, she could easily fathom, that the forces outside had similar strength compared to their elders, not to mention, that a few elders were already thinking of rebelling.

Xiao Chen turned to his beloved daughter, normally he wouldn't have cared about her nor given any thought to the words of women,

But at the moment, she was different, she was someone close to the Holy Envoy— Bai Lung, and Bai Lung was the fortune itself.

Not to mention, fortune brings blessings.

He may not care much about her daughter, but the grandson is bound to be a sharp and powerful man, he just hopes, the legs of her daughters were like the same side of a magnet in front of the envoy.

That way, fortune, and blessings are destined to rain.

Thus,

A faint smile graced his lips, "Fear not, my child. The Heavens have smiled upon us, and we shall weather this storm with unwavering resolve,"

He placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder, his gaze filled with gree—...

His eyes filled with his father's love and affection.

Saintess Ling'r nodded, her delicate features etched with reluctant acceptance.

Though her heart still churned with worry, the unshakable determination of her revered father and the veteran Elders quelled the beginnings of her unease.

"Then let us prepare," Xiao Chen commanded, his voice brooking no dissent.

"Gather out the most skilled disciple and few elders, the battle is inevitable... The heart is noble but the blade is ice, a lonely cat eats the mice,"

The Onion Elder's lips curled into a cunning smile, "It shall be done, Sect Master. These fools will soon learn the stupidity of their ambitions,"