Ye Qing sneezed. “Achoo!”
He reclined lazily on an agarwood daybed, a trace of bewilderment flitting across his narrow eyes.
Him?
A dignified Mahayana cultivator actually sneezing?
Who?
Was plotting against him behind his back?
His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint, cold light spreading across them.
Without the slightest restraint, a sliver of pressure belonging to a Mahayana cultivator poured out, its vast and majestic aura sweeping across a hundred-li radius.
Within this hundred-li area, hundreds of birds were instantly thrown into a panic. They flapped their wings frantically, screeching as they fled in all directions, while the beasts in the forest grew weak in their limbs, colliding blindly as they scrambled to escape.
Creatures with low cultivation could not withstand this pressure at all. In an instant, blood seeped from their seven orifices, and they collapsed heavily, their lifeforce rapidly fading.
Pavilions, towers, rocks, and palaces near and far trembled slightly in unison. Beams and pillars groaned, and fine cracks spread across the walls, as if the structures would collapse at any moment.
The spiritual energy that had been flowing gently between heaven and earth went completely out of control, surging and clashing wildly like a gale. Clouds churned and shattered, plunging the entire space into a state of violent unrest.
“Ye Qing! What are you doing?! Stop this instant!”
An urgent and furious voice pierced through the air.
At the same time, another deep and steady aura emerged, firmly resisting the rampaging Mahayana pressure and gradually suppressing and smoothing out the terrifying phenomena in the area.
Hearing this angry shout, Ye Qing pursed his lips slightly. He quickly withdrew his aura, and in an instant, everything returned to calm, as if the earth-shattering phenomenon from a moment ago had never occurred.
He slowly raised his eyes, looking calmly at the person storming toward him.
Shi Yan strode up to the daybed. His face was flushed with anger, and his robes billowed slightly from his turbulent emotions as he pointed at Ye Qing and barked:
“You shameless bastard, do you have no sense of your own Mahayana cultivation? What, it's one thing that you didn't tell me why you came to my Liuyun Sect, but now you want to tear it down?!”
“Tell me, what on earth are you here for? You must give me a reasonable explanation today. If you can't, I will absolutely not let you off easily!”
Shi Yan, the Sect Master of the Liuyun Sect, was so infuriated by his calm demeanor that his face turned red and his neck swelled. He no longer had any of the elegant, refined air he usually displayed to the outside world.
“Sect Master Shi, why get so angry? There's no harm in telling you. Naturally, I came to the Liuyun Sect to pick up my little disciple.”
Ye Qing sat up and glanced at him calmly.
“Disciple? Since when do you have a disciple?”
Shi Yan froze for a moment, then his anger flared up even more. His finger trembled slightly as he pointed at Ye Qing, his eyes turning bloodshot.
Fine, this Ye Qing is getting more and more lawless. So what if he's a bit stronger?
Now he's even learned to lie, and with a lie that no one would ever believe at that! Who in the world doesn't know that he is a loner who has never taken a disciple!
He was going to complain to Ye Qingluan!
Complain—!—!—!
“See? I told you, but you didn't believe me.”
Ye Qing remained unmoved by his reaction. See? He told him, but he didn't believe it. He didn't even want to bother talking to him.
If his little disciple hadn't sent a message saying she would be back soon, he wouldn't have bothered with a hothead like Shi Yan.
“Re... Really?”
Seeing that Ye Qing's expression was open and didn't seem like he was making up a lie, most of Shi Yan's anger subsided, replaced by a trace of disbelief in his eyes.
Wait.
He seemed to have heard rumors that Ye Qing had taken a disciple, but since no one had ever seen them, he had assumed it was just gossip.
“But that still doesn't make sense. Why would your disciple be at our Liuyun Sect? When did they arrive?”
He came to his senses, finding another loophole.
“She is currently out training and will return in a few days. You'll know when you see her.”
Ye Qing continued.
Shi Yan frowned slightly. Ye Qing didn't look like he was lying.
Could his disciple really be here? But the disciples from various factions who came to study at the Liuyun Sect are all registered, and they have already left.
No, I need to go ask the Grand Elder.
With a flick of his sleeve, he let out a huff and turned to leave. A cool voice drifted back into the room from afar:
“Just now, your pressure damaged the sect's palaces and pavilions. You will pay every single spirit stone for the repairs! I'll have the disciples compile a bill and send it over later. You must compensate us in full!”
The voice faded outside the corridor as the man walked away.
Hearing this, Ye Qing's peaceful and gentle aura almost went out of control on the spot. The veins on his temples throbbed uncontrollably as he grumbled inwardly.
This old codger is still as money-grubbing as ever. The Liuyun Sect is so massive and has such deep foundations, could they possibly be lacking a few spirit stones?
He's deliberately clinging to this matter. He must be using public office to avenge a personal grudge.
He lowered his eyes helplessly, his fingertips rubbing the communication spiritual slip in his hand as he let out a long, soft sigh.
Why hasn't my little disciple returned yet?
Jiang Lu leaped lightly and landed steadily on the bluestone ground. She raised her hand and waved cheerfully at Bai Yichen on the boat, her eyes curving into bright smiles:
“Senior Brother Bai, we'll part ways here. I'm sure we'll meet again. Let's see each other at the Cultivator Tournament in five years!”
Bai Yichen waved back to Jiang Lu reluctantly. “See you at the tournament.”
Watching Jiang Lu walk away, Bai Yichen felt extremely aggrieved and reluctant, sighing inwardly.
Waaaah...
I really can't bear to part with Junior Sister Jiang. He turned around and sent a spiritual message to his master.
He believed that if his master stepped in, it would definitely work!
At a glance, Junior Sister Jiang was clearly not a delicate cultivator like Junior Sister Liu. She was simply a perfect fit for their lineage.
A few days passed in a flash—
“Master, I'm back! Where are you?”
Jiang Lu was a little excited. After all, she was about to see her master!
Hehehe~
A moment later, the spiritual slip grew slightly warm, and Ye Qing's light, gentle voice came from it. It was obvious that he was in a very good mood:
“The second guest room on the main peak of the Liuyun Sect.”
Jiang Lu immediately changed direction and headed toward the main peak.
The main peak of the Liuyun Sect was the residence of the Sect Master. For her master to stay here as a guest, their relationship must be quite good.
The inner sect disciple token of Yuhua Peak of the Liuyun Sect hung from her waist, glowing with spiritual light. The restrictions on the mountain peaks along the way and the guarding disciples all let her through, allowing her to pass without any hindrance.
Before long, Jiang Lu arrived outside the courtyard and walked straight in. The surrounding restriction rippled slightly before quickly fading away.
“Master!”
Ye Qing looked up and stood up calmly, catching sight of the figure running toward him.
Jiang Lu saw her master as soon as she ran in. She rushed over excitedly and bowed to him.
Seeing this, Ye Qing hurriedly took a step forward, raising his hands to gently and steadily help her up, his eyes filled with gentle warmth.
“You've grown taller.”
Jiang Lu smiled embarrassedly and nodded, then asked:
“Master, are we going straight back to the Medicine King Pavilion now?”
I wonder how Master explained things to the Sect Master of the Liuyun Sect. I hope they aren't too angry.
“Ye Qing! You shameless bastard!”
Ye Qing was just about to answer his little disciple when he was suddenly interrupted by a roar from outside.
His face darkened, and he looked up to see Shi Yan storming in, leading the Grand Elder with him.
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