Chapter 1580: Inferior Skills

Inside the main hall of Xuanyuan Pavilion, Huo Dongping sat at a tea table, leisurely savoring fragrant tea.

Situ Changkong, with his hands behind his back, paced back and forth on the floor, a look of anxiety on his Face.

He was truly very nervous at the moment; after all, Huo Jian was a member of the Sky Palace and Huo Dongping's Grandson.

He was now worried that Ye Bufan might be too heavy-handed and injure him, which would make things difficult to handle.

“Brother Situ, what’s there to worry about? Come and sit down for a cup of tea.”

Huo Dongping was calm and composed, picking up the teacup and pouring a cup for Situ Changkong.

“Don’t worry, I know that child Huo Jian; he knows his limits and won’t really take Ye Bufan’s life.

However, when Martial Artists fight, injuries like sprains and broken bones are unavoidable, but this can’t be blamed on others; it can only be blamed on his own lack of skill.”

He had absolute confidence in his Grandson; how could a Martial Saint not be able to deal with a young man?

But he had no idea that Situ Changkong was worried about the exact opposite: that Ye Bufan might injure his Grandson, Huo Jian.

An Daoquan naturally knew what his old friend was worried about and said, “Lord Huo, what if Huo Jian gets injured?”

Huo Dongping was startled at first, then frowned slightly and said discontentedly, “How is that possible? My Grandson is a young Martial Saint; how could he lose?!”

An Daoquan said again, “I’m just saying ‘what if.’ What if your Grandson lost?”

Huo Dongping said, “First, Huo Jian can’t possibly lose. Even if he did, it wouldn’t be anyone else’s fault. If he truly loses, it can only be blamed on his own lack of skill.”

Having worked together for many years, Situ Changkong naturally knew An Daoquan’s intention and followed up, “Really? That’s truly wonderful! I was worried that if Huo Jian got injured, you would still seek revenge.”

“What a joke! How is that possible?”

“What is my status? The Vice Palace Lord of Sky Palace, a Royal Realm expert! How could I seek revenge on a junior? That would be too embarrassing.”

Huo Dongping waved his hand. He had enough confidence in his Grandson. “Let’s make this clear: if Huo Jian truly loses, not only will I not blame anyone else, but I will severely punish him. It can only be blamed on his own lack of skill.”

An Daoquan and Situ Changkong both gave a thumbs-up: “Lord Huo is truly magnanimous!”

“Of course. I’ve lived for so many years; I still have that much breadth of mind!”

In fact, Huo Dongping was an extremely protective person. The reason he spoke so grandiosely was because he believed his Grandson would never lose.

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And just then, there was a thud from the courtyard, followed by a figure scrambling in from outside in a sorry state.

Huo Jian rushed all the way back to Xuanyuan Pavilion with great difficulty. After entering the door, he could no longer hold on and spat out another large mouthful of fresh blood.

“Who are you?”

Situ Changkong didn’t recognize him for a moment, and it wasn’t his fault; the contrast was simply too great.

When Huo Jian left, he was so dashing, dressed in a white robe, holding a paper fan, and carrying a treasured sword on his back, like a dashing young hero.

But now, his fan was gone, his treasured sword was broken, his white robe had turned into a tattered black robe, and his Face was beaten into a pig’s head, with blood still hanging from the corners of his mouth. He was completely unrecognizable.

Not to mention him, even Huo Dongping, who was standing beside him, didn’t recognize his own Grandson for a moment.

“Grandpa, it’s me, Huo Jian.”

Seeing Huo Dongping standing by motionless, Huo Jian couldn’t help but shout loudly.

“What? You’re Huo Jian?”

Recognizing that the disheveled person in front of him was his own Grandson, Huo Dongping was first shocked, then furious.

“Tell Grandpa, who injured you like this? I’ll go avenge you right now!”

Situ Changkong and the other person beside him both felt their hearts sink. They had imagined how Ye Bufan would treat Huo Jian, but they hadn’t expected him to be beaten into such a state; it was truly too tragic.

“Grandpa, you must uphold justice for me! You must kill that brat Ye Bufan!”

Seeing Huo Dongping, Huo Jian’s heart was filled with grievances, and he burst into tears.

It was no wonder he was so distraught; he had never experienced any setbacks since childhood, always growing up like a hothouse flower.

He had always been high and mighty in the Sky Palace, showered with endless affection. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

“Bastard! How dare he humiliate my Grandson like this? Does he still have our Sky Palace in his eyes?!”

The enraged Huo Dongping stepped forward, ready to leave, but was stopped by the prepared Situ Changkong and An Daoquan.

“Brother, what is your status? The Vice Palace Lord of Sky Palace, a Royal Realm expert! Going to confront a junior like this to demand an explanation is truly inappropriate. It wouldn’t look good for your Face if word gets out…”

“Yes, Lord Huo, injuries are unavoidable in sparring between Martial Artists. You just said that this is not to be blamed on others at all, but only on one’s own lack of skill…”

“I…”

Huo Dongping’s old Face turned beet red. In this world,

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The hardest thing to refute is one’s own words. Even with a heart full of anger, he was left speechless.

He stopped, his expression grim, and said, “It seems you two knew my Grandson was destined to lose?”

Situ Changkong nodded: “It was expected.”

Huo Dongping immediately became angry: “Then why didn’t you warn me first? To let Huo Jian be beaten like this?”

Situ Changkong said with an innocent expression, “Brother, you’re wronging me. In the Sky Palace, I kept saying that the child Ye Bufan was very powerful, but you didn’t listen at all and wouldn’t let me finish speaking.

After coming back, I also said it and told Huo Jian not to go, and especially not to make a move, but you two didn’t listen either.”

“I…”

Huo Dongping opened his mouth wide, but couldn’t say anything.

They had indeed warned him multiple times, but he had blind confidence in his Grandson and hadn’t listened at all.

Helplessly, he snorted, turned around, and walked back, asking Huo Jian, “What exactly happened? How did you manage this?”

Even now, he couldn’t understand how his carefully nurtured Grandson, a formidable Martial Saint, could lose to a junior from the secular world.

“Grandpa, it’s not my fault. It’s that despicable Ye Bufan; he knew I was coming and had already prepared experts and set a trap early on.

More than a dozen experts surrounded me. Although I am a Martial Saint, after all, two fists are no match for four hands, and that’s why I was injured like this.”

To save his Face, Huo Jian recited the excuse he had thought up on the way.

Situ Changkong and An Daoquan shook their heads repeatedly; neither of them believed a single word he said.

They had witnessed Ye Bufan’s cultivation with their own eyes. Even Fei Qing, a Martial Saint Late Stage expert, had his legs broken. What’s more, a mere young brat who had just entered the Martial Saint Early Stage? Ye Tian could probably kill him with a casual slap. Why would he need to find helpers, let alone set up any traps?

They didn’t believe it, but that didn’t mean Huo Dongping didn’t believe it. The old man firmly believed what his Grandson said.

“Despicable, shameless! How dare he do such a thing to my Grandson? Does he still have our Sky Palace in his eyes?!”

Huo Dongping said furiously, “Let’s go, we’ll go demand justice now.”

After speaking, he pulled Huo Jian and prepared to leave, but Situ Changkong quickly stepped forward to stop him: “Brother, what is your status? The Vice Palace Lord of Sky Palace, a dignified Royal Realm expert.

It’s really not appropriate to go confront a junior like this and demand an explanation. It wouldn’t look good for your Face if word gets out.”