At the foot of the towering white-jade mountain gate of the Supreme Sword Sect. Nineteen-year-old Holy Son Chu Tian lay sprawled on his stomach on the first stone step like a beaten stray dog that had just been dragged through three hundred miles of briar bushes.
His hair was full of broken bamboo bristles and purple nettle-thorns. His face was swollen into a shiny, bruised purple pig-head so wide his own mother wouldn’t have recognized him without checking his birthmark. And worse, every single stolen storage ring, ancestral spirit-vein deed.
Jade hairpin he had spent two years scamming from the noble clans of the Nine Continents had been swept out of his pockets along the Three-Province Imperial Highway!
Fifty yards behind him at the base of the mountain road, Frost-Moon Saintess Lin Qing, Jade Lotus Saintess Mu Wan, Thunder-Clap Eldest Miss Lei Ting. The sixteen other members of the Nine-Continent Anti-Scumbag Ex-Girlfriend Revenge Alliance came to a halt, raising their nineteen thorny [Rank 5 Ex-Girlfriend Justice Brooms] for the final coup de grâce. The [Lv.3 Flying Courtyard Carriage] hovered calmly above the roadside pine trees.
“Sect Master! Save me! Open the mountain array!”
Chu Tian wheezed through his swollen purple lips, clawing desperately at the shimmering blue light curtain of the Supreme Sword Sect’s Nine-Peak Grand Barrier.
