“Xu Qing,” the Captain said angrily, “you’ve become even greedier than me nowadays!” At the same time, he rushed forward and helped Xu Qing chop away at the octopus’ tentacle.

The Gold Core octopus was clearly enraged, but it couldn’t stop Xu Qing from removing a small tip of one of its tentacles, about three meters in length. Throwing it over his shoulder, Xu Qing left with the Captain.

A short while later, the force of suppression vanished, and the octopus let loose a howl of fury. Then, just as it seemed it was about to rise up to its full height, it collapsed onto the ground.

And that was because, out of nowhere, a middle-aged man had appeared in front of it. The man’s face was a mask of bitterness as he slowly walked forward, drinking alcohol out of a gourd bottle.

He was none other than Master Sixth, the peaklord of the Sixth Peak. Long ago, Master Sixth had been like Master Seventh, a chosen member of the sect. In fact, he had joined the sect along with Master Seventh. However, years later, he experienced tragedy. His daoist partner died a horrible death, leaving behind him and his only son. In his grief, he had focused all of his love and attention on his son. And his son didn’t let him down.

As the...