Dreaming to Become a Creator-Chapter 0089 – Casual Action

Chapter 89: Casual Action
Zuo Meng was the True Disciple of Elder Zuo Han Sheng from Taiyuan Peak. With his Master absent, returning to the mountain gate alone struck Gu Fei as reckless, a blatant act of endangering himself.
“You still haven’t explained why you’re here. Where’s my Junior Sister Zuo Qiu?”
Zuo Meng had already sensed Zuo Qiu’s absence on the mountain. Whether Gu Fei understood his actions mattered little.
“Six months ago, Elder Zuo returned briefly and took Junior Sister Zuo Qiu with him. He searched for you but left when he couldn’t find you. Before departing, he used his authority to issue a task, instructing me to tell you he’d return later.”
Gu Fei glanced at Zuo Meng, her expression conflicted.
The task, meant for core disciples’ promotion, had been fiercely contested. Only due to Zuo Qiu’s intervention—citing Gu Fei’s past connection to Zuo Meng—did it fall to her. Yet the mission dragged on for over a year before being voided when Elder Zuo was stripped of his position. Gu Fei had abandoned hope—until Zuo Meng reappeared.
Out of gratitude for Zuo Qiu’s help, she still wished him no harm.
“They left six months ago?”
Zuo Meng relaxed. His Master, Zuo Han Sheng, was an Earthly Lord disciple. Both were “protagonists” blessed with great fortune—their “plot” had undoubtedly begun.
With their safety assured, he saw no need to pursue them. Chasing after others was troublesome. Young Hero Zuo preferred to lay low, cultivate in peace, and emerge only when his power could dominate the world.
“If you’ve got no business here, leave now. Taiyuan Peak’s been disbanded. If the Headmaster’s faction finds a remnant like you, they’ll come for you,” Gu Fei warned.
“From today, Taiyuan Peak is my dojo.”
Zuo Meng couldn’t care less about the Liuhe Sect’s internal strife—as long as they left him alone.
“Your dojo? Are you deaf to reason?!”
Gu Fei glared, exasperated. Her warnings about danger seemed to bounce off him. Had she wasted her breath entirely?
“Someone’s coming.”
An old man in dark blue robes entered with a dozen disciples.
“Gu Fei! You hid an intruder instead of reporting to Law Enforcement Peak. Is this treason?” The elder’s booming voice carried authority, though Zuo Meng recognized none of these background characters—not even the Headmaster.
“Elder Yin!”
Gu Fei paled. Having stayed in the sect, she knew the law enforcement elder’s ruthlessness. But how had he arrived so quickly?
“Hmph. We’ll deal with you later, remnant.”
Elder Yin, the Headmaster’s attack dog, thrived on factional strife. His promotion stemmed from unwavering loyalty—a tool eager to prove his worth.
“You’re Zuo Meng? Come quietly. Who knows if you’ve turned traitor after so long away?” Elder Yin turned to Zuo Meng after berating Gu Fei.
“Who let you in?”
Zuo Meng couldn’t be bothered. His purpose—finding his Junior Sister—had failed. Now, he just wanted solitude. Sect politics? A waste of time.
“How dare you!”
Elder Yin’s face flushed with rage.
“Cripple this remnant’s cultivation!”
With Zuo Han Sheng gone for six months and his influence erased, the Headmaster had ordered Taiyuan Peak’s suppression. Elder Yin, seeking favor, had pounced the moment Zuo Meng returned.
The Earthly Lord and Heavenly Lord’s feud was no secret. Crushing Zuo Han Sheng’s disciple would please the Heavenly Lord—a tactic every scheming elder understood.
Disciples lunged, two aiming viciously at Zuo Meng’s dantian.
“Begone.”
Zuo Meng didn’t waste words. His left hand clenched air, summoning an invisible force that yanked everyone—including Elder Yin—off their feet. Pressure erupted from his palm like a fantasy deity’s strike.
Boom!
The room exploded. The two attackers crashed down, chests imploding from palm force—dead instantly.
Others slammed into the ground, vomiting blood. Elder Yin knelt, bones creaking.
“Transcendent?! A Heavenly Lord…?”
Terror gripped Elder Yin. How had capturing a remnant led to facing a Heavenly Lord? Martial arts were meaningless before such power.
“Mercy! Spare—”
Splat.
Elder Yin burst like a mosquito under a palm.
Gu Fei stood frozen.
In moments, only… chunks remained.