The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 456 – Dog Barking

Both Gavin and Young Master Feather had died outside the sect.

The most alarming part? Even the Golden Crystal Realm cultivator sent by the Wilson family to protect Young Master Feather had perished.

But only Nancy had returned alive.

That alone meant one thing: Nancy likely knew the truth. And if she knew, then so did Mark.

Lard had come for one reason.

He wanted the truth—about how his brother had died.

Even Faith turned her curious gaze toward Mark.

She hadn't cared enough to investigate Young Master Feather's death before—but that didn't mean she wasn't curious now. Like everyone else, she wanted to know what really happened out there.

But how could Mark tell them the truth?

After a pause, he responded coldly, "Lard, your brother's life jade shattered. What's that got to do with Elder Loop? What's it got to do with the Cinnabar Sect?"

"I never said Nancy was responsible for my brother's death," Lard replied with a faint sneer. "I just want to ask her a few questions... about what happened outside."

"I'm sorry," Mark cut in. "Elder Loop told me herself that she never encountered your brother after leaving the sect. So we have no idea how he died."

Lard's face darkened with frustration.

"Mr. Leonard," he said grimly, "don't make things difficult for me."

"I don't know anything. Ask all you want, I still won't know. So I suggest you leave—now," Mark replied flatly.

There was a moment of silence.

Then Lard gave a slow, sinister smile.

"Well, since you insist, I won't push further. I'll just give your disciples one small reminder: be very careful when you go out."

A threat.

A blatant, open-ended threat.

Mark's expression turned livid.

Fear rippled through the gathered disciples.

To refine pills, disciples of the Cinnabar Sect often ventured beyond the sect to gather herbs—many of which couldn't be cultivated in the herb garden.

Now, Lard's so-called "reminder" clearly meant he would target them if they stepped outside.

Fear. Anger. Tension.

Lard sneered as he prepared to leave, stepping onto his flying sword.

His message was loud and clear: Mark could either keep hiding the truth—or risk his disciples' lives.

Whoosh!

Just as Lard was about to rise into the air, a figure suddenly shot out from within the Cinnabar Sect at blinding speed, appearing in front of him in an instant.

A bald man.

With a calm, indifferent expression, he blocked Lard's path.

Lard froze in surprise, then narrowed his eyes.

"What's this?" he asked coldly. "You going to stop me on behalf of the Cinnabar Sect?"

The bald man was dressed in Cinnabar Sect robes, so Lard naturally assumed he was a disciple.

But the man calmly replied, "I'm not representing the Cinnabar Sect. I'm here because your barking woke my woman."

His voice wasn't loud.

But because the entire Cinnabar Sect had fallen into dead silence the moment he stepped forward—his words echoed like thunder.

The bald man dared to stop Lard?

Even Mark, their sect leader, didn't dare act without the mountain-protecting array. Yet this bald man had just humiliated Lard—to his face?

And worse, he called Lard's shouting "barking."

He basically just called Lard... a dog.

Gasps. Trembling. Pale faces.

Disciples all over the courtyard trembled—not out of admiration, but out of terror.

Not for Lard. But for the bald man.

He was a walking disaster.

What if Lard turned his rage on the entire sect because of this one reckless lunatic?

Some disciples even clenched their teeth in silent hatred.

This bald bastard was going to get them all killed!

Nearby, Sherry clung to Violet's arm in horror, eyes wide.

"Violet, look! It's that bald guy! He's insane! He just insulted Lard! Lard!"

"I have eyes," Violet muttered, speechless.

She didn't know what was wrong with that bald freak.

First, he embarrassed her in public and got expelled from the sect. Now, he was back—insulting a Golden Crystal Realm cultivator?

Even Mark didn't dare speak up.

Who the hell did this guy think he was?

Violet's emotions swirled with confusion and irritation.

She wasn't sure why she was so mad.

Maybe it was because he'd been the first man who ever dared to spank her ass.

Maybe it was because he got expelled over her, and deep down, she felt a little guilty.

Maybe it was because he'd stood up during her punishment, claiming he had sinned and deserved it—like he'd taken responsibility.

Or maybe, just maybe—as Sherry said—it was because the bald man was too damn handsome.

It was complicated.

Girls always had complicated thoughts.

Then, out of nowhere, Violet turned to Faith and whispered, "Miss, why don't you go stop him? I mean, even if he's hateful, it'd be a pity if he died..."

She'd returned to her usual respectful tone, calling Faith 'Miss' again.

But even Violet was shocked by her own words.

Was she... defending that idiot?

No. No, that wasn't it.

She just felt sorry for him. That's all.

She quickly convinced herself.

But Faith? She simply snorted coldly and glanced at Mark.

"Even Mark isn't worried," she said flatly. "Why should we be? If the bald man wants to die, let him die."