Chapter 24 It's okay for her not to be the sect leader

"It's so lively, it doesn't look like a school at all," Yao Jin said, finding the seat that had been assigned to him and sitting down calmly.

Yao Jin had actually been standing at the door for a while, and she had heard these voices criticizing her.

Although she didn't know where the news came from, Yao Jin knew she couldn't hide.

The more they try to hide, the more guilty they appear, and the more likely these rumors will become true.

Besides, wasn't the other party meticulously setting up this trap just to lure her into it?

Yao Jin pondered silently, then casually pulled out a book as a cover.

But the moment she sat down, the situation around her changed instantly.

Several monks silently put away their books and moved a little further away.

Yao Jin pretended not to see it and continued reading.

Until someone complained – "You demon, how dare you come here?"

Yao Jin immediately threw down the book, twirled a stray hair behind her ear with one hand, and looked over with a smile, "Demon? Who, you?"

The man immediately stood up in shock, "You, you, how could you falsely accuse someone!"

The hand that was waving the golden hairpin paused, but the smile did not diminish. "To accuse someone of being a demon, you need to provide evidence. My husband didn't say so, the elders didn't say so, so who are you to say it, you little cultivator who doesn't even know where you came from?"

These people have long disgusted Yao Jin. They spout righteousness and morality, but in reality, they're wielding sharp blades and shouting threats to kill pregnant women.

They use the guise of benevolence to attack the weak.

This is the Immortal Gate.

I find shaking gold really boring.

Clearly, the person who said this wasn't quick-witted, or perhaps he was overwhelmed by all the accusations and didn't dare to refute them, so he just sat back down, his face pale.

Qingfeng immediately stood up. "Just because the Immortal Sect doesn't say anything doesn't mean we can tolerate a demon like you. It's an insult to our Immortal Sect to be associated with you!"

Yao Jin scoffed, picked up her book and continued reading, "Then go out, since you don't want to stay here anyway."

Yao Jin looked at the class schedule and saw that the next class was Elder Mu's class. This old man loved to take attendance in class, and anyone who dared to be absent without a reason would be punished.

Qingfeng had never encountered such an opponent before, especially one who was a woman, and a woman who was smiling from beginning to end.

He suddenly felt short of breath, but was helpless, and couldn't say another word for a long time.

However, Chi Yi, standing to the side, had a doting smile on his lips.

"What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket!" Elder Mu arrived carrying books and shouted as soon as he stepped into the classroom. He threw the books on the table, his sharp gaze sweeping over Yao Jin, but he asked Qingfeng, "You, you tell me."

Qingfeng immediately raised an eyebrow smugly and bowed respectfully, "Elder, the Immortal Sect Competition is over, and she is not qualified to come to the academy again. The disciples' argument just now was because of this."

Aside from a few major families, many cultivators in the cultivation world are selected from the mortal realm. And where there are people, there is a world of intrigue and power struggles, no less so than in the mortal world.

Qingfeng's ability to overcome the combined forces of many and successfully curry favor with Shangchi Yi clearly demonstrates that he is no ordinary mortal.

He was quick-witted and did not take the rumor of turning gold into magic as a legitimate reason.

Instead, considering her status as a transfer student, Elder Xu had said that she was only temporarily enrolled shortly after Yao Jin Gang arrived, so Qing Feng's words were not wrong.

Qingfeng thought her reason was flawless, but unexpectedly she was scolded on the spot—"You can't do well in your studies, yet you criticize others. What does it have to do with you whether she goes to school or not?"

Elder Mu's face was grim, and he finally had a place to vent the anger that Meng Ji had just vented. "I think you all have nothing better to do. I'm asking you, have you comprehended the mental cultivation method? Have you mastered the sword techniques? What level have you reached in the Path of Ruthlessness? What stage have you reached in the Path of Forgetfulness?"

"Instead of thinking about improving themselves, they're always eyeing others! No wonder Buzhou Mountain hasn't produced any outstanding talents for hundreds of years!"

The Dawn Festival is just half a month away, yet these disciples are still so complacent, vying for victory over trivial matters. Elder Mu felt a sense of impending doom for the immortal sect.

After he finished speaking, he sat in the church in a daze.

Qingfeng's face turned pale. "Elder..."

The other disciples were as docile as quails.

Xiao Yang sat at his desk and quietly asked Chi Yi, "Master Chi, Elder Mu seems a bit off today."

Chi Yi shook his leg nonchalantly, "It's almost time to pick the morning dew, of course he's not in the mood."

There are countless secret realms in the world. Some of these smaller secret realms were jointly established by the elders of various sects for the training of young disciples.

Cultivators gather the first rays of dawn in the secret realm to perceive the mysteries of heaven and earth and obtain opportunities from them. With the blessing of these opportunities, they have a much greater chance of obtaining magical treasures in the secret realm than others—this is called "gathering the dawn."

Xiao Yang nodded upon hearing this, but then suddenly realized something was amiss. "There have been times when I pick up the morning dew, so why is Elder Mu in a bad mood because of this?"

Chi Yi, or rather, Po Wang who was possessing Chi Yi, felt bored. "It means he takes this Dawn Picking event very seriously."

Po Wang would never mention that this competition was related to the rankings in the Immortal Realm. In his opinion, nothing was more important than the day he met Yao Jin at Zhai Chen.

He longed to see her again.

Xiao Yang dared not ask too many questions because of Chi Yi's status, fearing that he would be disliked.

Even though she had a thousand questions in her mind and only wanted to ask Liu Xiaoshun next door, she suddenly realized that his seat was empty when she turned around. "Hey, where is he?"

Xiao Yang then realized that Liu Xiaoshun was missing. He looked around and glanced towards the door, only to suddenly see someone standing there. He was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. "That, that, that's..."

"Uh, you're stuttering." Qingfeng looked at him speechlessly, and when she turned her head towards the door, she also stuttered, "Uh, um, um..."

"It's the Immortal Lord..." Qingfeng managed to finish his sentence. Chi Yi immediately raised his head, and after seeing who it was, his eyes turned sinister.

It's no wonder that Xiao Yang and Qingfeng were shocked; everyone in the school found it unbelievable after seeing the Immortal Lord's attire.

There was no other reason than that the sect leader was wearing the same disciple's robes as them.

The boy was tall and slender, standing there like a green bamboo, with an ordinary-looking book bag slung across his body.

It was clearly just ordinary disciple's robes, yet it was different from everyone else's.

So this is how young the young Daoist is! She rested her chin on her hand and looked at him.

These gazes were filled with surprise or confusion, but Meng Ji remained calm and composed, as if he could not see his disciples' doubts, and stepped into the school.

As he passed Elder Mu, he first bowed and greeted him, "Master."

Elder Mu couldn't bear to watch and gave a lukewarm snort.

Seeing this, Meng Ji was neither angry nor ashamed. He simply walked slowly to Yao Jin's side and sat down. "Madam, I've come."

This is what he has to do so that his wife can sit openly and legitimately in the school.

He could naturally bear those gazes.

Yao Jin quietly tugged at his sleeve, "Why are you here?"

Meng Ji put the book bag away and straightened the books that had been lying on the table. "You always say that classes are boring, so I'll keep you company."

The boring classes are a minor issue, but lately Yao Jin has been looking gloomy and has told Xiao Yun that the most important thing is not knowing how to stay in school.

Yao Jin knew that although she could attend classes at the academy, it was only before the Immortal Sect Competition.

Now, however, she finds it difficult to stay and find out about the Frostflower Sword.

"But I'm afraid I can't continue studying here," Yao Jin said, somewhat distressed.

Meng Ji looked at her and said, "It's alright, as long as Madam wishes, it can be done."

This was the first time Yao Jin had used the power of the sect leader's wife in a direct manner. She was pleased with herself, but pretended to shirk responsibility, saying, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Meng Ji pondered for a moment, then said, "Hmm. Shall we go?"

Yao Jin wouldn't stand for it, and reached out to pinch him. "Don't be naughty, I know you're teasing me."

They all came dressed in their disciple robes; Yao Jin wouldn't believe it wasn't for her sake.

While he was happy, after the initial joy subsided, Yao Jin's hand involuntarily reached for his lower back—or more accurately, the snake scales on his lower back.

Almost as soft as the skin's texture, the snake scales were as hard and prominent.

Fortunately, he was covered by clothes, so others couldn't tell.

But this doesn't include Little Daoist Jun...

Although they were not a real couple, he was still her husband.

Will she really be able to escape this calamity tonight...?

While Yao Jin was lost in thought, Meng Ji's gaze also fell upon her. As her husband, he naturally knew what kind of beautiful scenery was hidden beneath the young woman's luxurious clothes.

I also know how slender and delicate a girl's waist is.

The King of Chu loved slender waists, and many starved to death in the palace—this inhumane saying immediately came to mind.

Meng Ji withdrew his gaze, softly uttered a word of apology, and then turned his gaze back to the lady.

His gaze remained fixed on the lady's face, refusing to shift even slightly downwards. "Madam."

"lady."

After being called twice, Yao Jin finally snapped out of his daze and quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been burned. "Little Daoist, what's wrong?"

"It's time for class." Meng Ji reached out and turned to page seventeen of her book, which contained the content that Elder Mu was going to teach today.

Yao Jin quickly nodded and looked over, only to see that the table of contents on the book page was marked as "The Ten Great Ancient Divine Swords".

It's like my wish came true! Frost Flower is indeed inside this divine sword!

Shaking the gold instantly invigorated him.

Meanwhile, a gentle voice rang out from the classroom.

Elder Mu was truly a qualified teacher. When he was concentrating on his lecture, his voice was both firm and gentle—"A sword is made of steel, and it is also a weapon."

"A swordsman's sword is a symbol of status, a weapon for killing enemies, and also your companion."

Sword cultivators have an instinct to love swords; from the moment they acquire a sword, they have an inextricable bond with it.

The sword was another part of their flesh, like their left and right arms.

A person cannot discard their arms, and a swordsman cannot discard their sword.

After hearing Elder Mu's words, Yao Jin finally understood why everyone was so shocked when the young Daoist abandoned his sword that day.

But that wasn't enough. Elder Mu's voice continued, "Swords are important, but they are, after all, just your weapons. Weapons can be used outwards, but never inwards."

A master is a master, and a slave is a slave.

No slave has ever been able to oppress the master.

These words, though not written in textbooks, are etched into the very bones of every sword cultivator.

Everyone responded in unison.

However, during this interaction between teachers and students, the previously chaotic discussions stood out.

They had discussed this: "If we can't tame the sword, won't we lose our lives when we go out to fight?"

Memories are like a flood that has been released from its dam; once it is poured, it becomes a raging torrent.

The young Daoist's attitude before and after that day was still vivid in my mind, from abandoning the sword to admitting his mistake with the sword.

To appease her anger, they even let her play with a sword...

Yao Jin's heart pounded wildly.