“A few days ago, you and others framed me, accusing me of peeping on the Saintess while she was bathing. Now, the elders are holding a meeting to depose me from my position as Young Sect Master. Whether the accusation is true or not, this gives your Lieyang Sect an explanation. — Before I entered here, everyone on the mountain saw it. If I die here, all of you will be buried with me. Although the Lieyang Sect is vast and powerful, if this matter is blown up, reason is still on my side. If you dare to lay a hand on me, not even the King of Heaven can save you!”

“You, you... you, how dare you!”

Several old women trembled with rage, their bodies shaking in anger. After stammering for a long time, this was all they could say.

The Lieyang Sect is indeed powerful, and the Wulei Sect truly cannot compare. However, even if they were given a thousand times more courage, they would not dare to kill the future leader of another sect without reason.

“I truly won’t be Young Sect Master for much longer, but as long as I haven’t been deposed, I am still the Young Sect Master of the Wulei Sect. Everyone knows my martial arts are weak, and coming here, I’m only here to be bullied. There’s no way I could lay a hand on you. If word of this gets out, do you think people will believe you, or me! ...A bunch of lackeys who bully others with power!”

Ethan Carter, right in front of them, brazenly pointed and cursed at their faces, making the old women so furious they nearly ascended to enlightenment.

“You little wretch, you... you’ll be the death of me!”

One old woman’s face flushed red, and with a loud cry, she spat out a stream of blood and collapsed straight to the ground. She had been so enraged that she suffered internal injuries on the spot.

“Mrs. Parker!”

The other old women were shocked and immediately lost their composure.

They were all highly skilled in martial arts and held esteemed positions. With a mere flick of a finger, they could crush Ethan Carter like an ant. Even if the elders of the Wulei Sect arrived, they would have to show respect because of their status. But now, they were being led by the nose by a mere youth—how could they endure such humiliation?

“Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Grant, carry Mrs. Parker out.”

The Lieyang Saintess Olivia Clark finally regained her composure. Her face was frosty as she waved her hand, and a few servants carried out the old woman who had fainted from anger at Ethan Carter.

“I admit, I truly underestimated you!”

The young woman parted her red lips, and a murderous intent flashed across her stunning face:

“However, if you really think I can’t deal with you, you’re gravely mistaken. — Someone, break all his bones for me. Just keep him barely alive, make sure he doesn’t die.”

The Lieyang Saintess Olivia Clark’s ruthless reputation was by no means just a legend.

As soon as Ethan Carter heard her speak, he realized he had still underestimated the Saintess before him:

“You witch, you really are vicious. That’s right, you want to deal with me, and I truly can’t resist. But before you act, you’d better take a look at this.”

As soon as Ethan Carter finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed a brush, dipped it in ink, and immediately began to write on a piece of xuan paper.

These brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were originally prepared by the Wulei Sect for guests. Now, Ethan Carter was putting them to use.

Swish, swish!

Ethan Carter’s wrist moved, the brush flowing like a dragon or snake—not writing words, but drawing. In a short time, the image of a stunning young woman in ink appeared vividly on the paper. Her every expression and smile bore a seventy percent resemblance to the peerless beauty Olivia Clark before him.

The only issue was, the girl in the painting was completely naked.

The maids serving Olivia Clark were stunned, a strange feeling welling up inside them. They hadn’t expected that with just a fleeting glance, Ethan Carter could memorize and capture the graceful figure beneath Olivia Clark’s sheer veil—even down to a single mole on her body.

In the world of sects, people devote themselves to the pursuit of martial arts and rarely spend time on painting. Only those secular masters of art would do such things. But in terms of skill, even they might not surpass the Young Sect Master of the Wulei Sect before them.

What they didn’t know was that this ability to quickly sketch portraits was a skill Ethan Carter had honed during his student days in another world!

A beauty having her brows painted, a lover painting for his beloved—this should have been a poetic scene. What girl doesn’t long for love, or for a suitor to paint her portrait? But to be depicted stark naked was another matter entirely.

When Olivia Clark saw the painting on the table, she was so furious she could barely breathe.

“You menace, I really can’t let you live!”

Olivia Clark waved her hand, gritting her teeth as she said:

“No need to bother breaking his bones—just cut off his hands and feet. Tell David Foster to hurry up and convene the elders’ council, depose him as quickly as possible, and then throw him out to feed the dogs!”

“So it really is that old bastard David Foster!”

A cold light flashed in Ethan Carter’s eyes as he glanced at Olivia Clark before him, and he went all in. As the saying goes, the most venomous heart is a woman’s—Olivia Clark had truly taken this to the extreme.