The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 449: The Bald Man Must Be Punished!

"Mr. Zack Lance dedicated his entire life to guarding the Cinnabar Tower. He is the most respected figure in the Cinnabar Sect," Nancy said solemnly. "Now that he's gone, and John Lopez is his only direct disciple, even if John makes a mistake, we don't have the authority to punish him. Only the head of the Sect can make that call."

Her voice carried a mix of respect and emotion. If any trouble came from this, she could just hand it over to the Sect Leader—less risk, less stress.

And honestly, she wasn't lying.

Zack Lance was gone.

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Only, "gone" didn't mean dead—it meant he had finally left the Cinnabar Tower and stepped outside the Alps Mountain to enjoy a life he never had. After guarding the tower for decades, he'd finally met his destined successor. With his mission complete, the man deserved a few carefree days.

But the word "gone" was just vague enough to confuse Violet, which was exactly what Nancy intended.

Mr. Yancy silently applauded her. No wonder Nancy was known as the sharpest elder in the Cinnabar Sect—she knew how to spin a story.

"If anything happens, we'll just let the Sect Leader handle it," she said again.

Mr. Yancy quickly added, "Yes, that's the situation. Only a few of us even knew Zack had left. I—just received the news myself."

That explained the inconsistency in his previous statements.

Under normal circumstances, if Zack was still guarding the tower and his disciple broke the rules, punishment would be warranted. But now that Zack had "passed," punishing his only disciple right away would seem heartless—disrespectful even.

In Yancy's mind, the excuse was perfect.

Even Richard Jefferson—the Sect's senior disciple, who had correctly guessed John's true identity—was almost convinced.

I didn't know the elders of our Cinnabar Sect were such skilled actors... Maybe we should start an acting class, Richard mused, half-serious.

But Violet wasn't so easily swayed. She narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "So you're both telling me that only the Sect Leader has the right to discipline this Baldy?"

Mr. Yancy gave her an awkward smile. "Given the circumstances... yes, Miss Moore. Please try to understand. As long as John didn't go too far, maybe we can all just take a step back."

Didn't go too far?

Her butt was still burning, and they were saying it didn't go too far?

Violet was stunned.

Back at the Cloud School, she was the queen. Boys could only admire her from a distance—none dared get close. Her looks, her figure—untouchable. And her mother, Faith Wood, was not just a teacher but her teacher. That alone scared off most of the guys.

Not to mention, Violet was an exceptional cultivator. Smart, elegant, proud—she was the white swan of the Cloud School. No one dared mess with her.

She had come to the Cinnabar Sect today with her mother to witness the legendary inheritor of Queen Cyan's will.

Instead, she met a shameless, dirty, bald bastard who had the nerve to spank her—repeatedly.

Violet had never endured such humiliation.

It wasn't just physical—it crushed her self-esteem.

And now these elders were brushing it off like it was no big deal?

If this wasn't "too far," then what the hell is? Violet raged internally. Taking off my dress first?

She was shaking with anger.

Just moments ago, she'd been curious about John's identity. Now? She didn't care.

All she knew was that he'd crossed every damn line.

"It's impossible for me to take a step back!" she snapped. Her voice was cold, sharp. "I'm going to the Sect Leader myself. I want an explanation! I don't believe the Cinnabar Sect can't punish this Baldy!"

Slap!

John casually smacked her again, his hand meeting its usual target.

"It's so rude to call me 'Baldy.' I have a name, you know," John said lazily. "It's John Lopez. If you're going to keep calling me that, at least say 'the handsome Baldy.'"

He'd already gotten his revenge—and then some. At this point, he was just enjoying himself.

But Violet was on the verge of exploding.

This arrogant bastard had no shame. Every word out of his mouth was like fuel on fire.

And what infuriated her even more was something she hadn't even processed yet.

As a top student at the Cloud School, Violet had mastered high-level cultivation and dodging techniques. She had a powerful evasion skill—if someone tried to attack, she could react instantly and avoid it.

But this Baldy? He hit her again and again.

How?

It was like his hand had its own GPS. Like it appeared out of nowhere. No matter how fast her reflexes were, she couldn't avoid it.

It was unnatural.

In truth, John had years of "practice" thanks to Queenie. He was a seasoned expert in this very specific art. Dodging him was damn near impossible.

Mr. Yancy and Nancy exchanged looks. Both sighed deeply.

The inheritor of Queen Cyan's will really doesn't know how to behave. He's driving Violet insane...

Sherry's eyes sparkled with amusement as she whispered to John, "You know, you're the first person to make Miss Violet this mad. You should be proud."

John gave a mock-humble wave. "I'm flattered. I'll continue to give it my all."

Sherry was speechless.

Violet?

She wanted to kill him.