Chapter 55 Supplies Yesterday I offended Chongyuan Peak, today I'll teach my junior brother a lesson…

The next morning, Jiang Yuhuo appeared at the mountain gate square where they were to gather. All sorts of people cast strange and curious glances at her, but quickly looked away when she looked at them, whispering amongst themselves, their words muffled and indistinct…

Being ostracized creates a strange atmosphere where everyone can see you, yet everyone ignores you.

Everything was so familiar, but the people of the Immortal Sect valued dignity and wouldn't act like the children in her village when she was young.

Her current physical form is that of an ordinary woman with black hair, black eyes, a pale complexion, and a frail body. However, thanks to her relentless cultivation over the years, she has finally become somewhat healthier.

Even an unremarkable body can become an object of disgust. When a group wants to bully someone, appearance is wrong, language is wrong. Since everything is wrong, what's the point of trembling and trying to please?

Jiang Yuhu ignored the occasional whispers carried on the wind and quietly took out a cloth to wipe her sword.

The boy who had been so furious in the council chamber yesterday walked through the crowd straight toward her, strutted past her with an arrogant air, and left behind a vicious remark.

"You think that just because you've taken the spot, I can't go? Jiang Yuhuo, you'd better pray you don't face me in the competition. Otherwise, I'll beat you so badly you won't be able to back down!"

Jiang Yuhuo nodded indifferently.

Seeing her dismissive attitude, Ning Yu's anger surged again, filling her already narrow-minded heart. "You, how dare you look down on me like this! Once we leave Kunlun, I will make you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person he disliked had already turned and left.

Jiang Yuhuo found a secluded corner to wait for the supplies distributed by the sect to the participating disciples. There was a considerable amount of travel money, as well as some medicine and talismans. These things might not mean much to disciples from other peaks, but for Jiang Yuhuo, they were invaluable provisions. Once she received them, she could set off.

"Junior Sister Jiang, it's nice to see you again."

Lin Wuwang stepped out from the crowd and waved to her.

“I heard about what happened yesterday, Junior Sister Jiang, please don’t take it to heart. Peak Master Chongyuan used his connections in Tianque to secure an extra spot for Kunlun, so Junior Brother Ning can go this time too.”

Jiang Yu understood and couldn't help but laugh. They could have easily gotten it, but they chose to snatch it. Why? Because it was certainly easier to snatch an unknown disciple.

Indeed, mortals and immortals alike are equally biased; no one should look down on anyone else.

"Yes, I'm happy for him," Jiang Yuhuo said calmly.

"Junior Brother Ning has been among the most outstanding in the sect since he joined. He is inevitably arrogant, but he is not a bad person at heart. I know that Junior Sister Jiang is not as bad as he says. If Junior Brother Ning's words have angered Junior Sister Jiang, I hope you can be lenient with him." Lin Wuwang spoke softly and gently, dignified and composed, trying his best to mediate the internal conflict of the sect. He seemed more like a true senior brother than Wen Yizhan.

Jiang Yuhu shook her head. "I didn't take it to heart."

She wasn't angry or upset about it; these methods weren't sophisticated, and they didn't actually hurt her. After what happened, the petty squabbles between teenagers no longer stirred any emotion in her.

Lin Wuwang smiled and looked at the woman beside him. She was very focused as she wiped her sword, and beneath her cold exterior was a faint trace of weariness, as if everything before her disgusted her.

He suddenly wanted to know what she was thinking.

But before he could ask, the little fairy boy distributing supplies came over.

The fairy boy handed a package of supplies to Lin Wuwang, and had no other packages in his hands.

Lin Wuwang asked instinctively, "What about Junior Sister Jiang's?"

The little fairy recognized him and replied, "Reporting to Senior Brother Lin, all twenty-four sets of supplies for the twenty-four participating disciples have been distributed."

Lin Wuwang frowned. According to the original rules, there should be twenty-four disciples for the twenty-four peaks, but Ning Yu had been added to the list.

The little fairy turned to leave, but a sword stretched out from the side and blocked his way.

"It seems the person who joined later wasn't me." Jiang Yuhuo's expression was indifferent, but the sword in his hand remained steady. "Where's my share? Give it to me."

Fairy Boy's eyes widened, but knowing she wouldn't dare do anything, he boldly said, "How rude! There are twenty-four copies every year, but there aren't any left for you. If you have any complaints, blame yourself for standing in this corner."

So now she's turning the tables and making it her problem? Lin Wuwang was standing in the corner with her too, so why didn't he ignore Lin Wuwang?

“I don’t want to say it a second time. I don’t know who ordered you to do this, but if you insist on being manipulated and becoming a puppet who only obeys orders,” Jiang Yuhuo sighed, sliding his thumb upwards, loosening the scabbard and revealing a sharp blade, “I don’t mind making you hate me even more.”

Seeing that the situation was about to escalate, Lin Wuwang immediately stepped in to break it up, handing the package to Jiang Yuhuo, "This one is for Junior Sister Jiang, there's no need for mine. It's just some ordinary materials anyway, Junior Sister Jiang, please calm down."

When the little fairy boy saw Lin Wuwang speak up, he immediately felt he had someone to rely on. His previously subdued arrogance rose again, and he sneered, "Are you satisfied now? Fortunately, Senior Brother Lin is generous, unlike you who are so petty."

The fairy thought that once she took the package, she would let him leave, but to his surprise, she didn't even take what Lin Wuwang handed her. Instead, she pressed the hilt of her sword against his chest and pinned him against a huge stone pillar.

This caused an even bigger commotion, and the people waiting at the mountain gate all looked over.

“I’ve already said, I want my share.” Jiang Yuhuo pursed her lips, her voice low and cold. She held the sword in one hand, pinning the fairy boy against the stone pillar, preventing him from breaking free. “If you can’t produce it, it’s your dereliction of duty. I don’t care if you made a mistake, prepared too little, or embezzled it. If I don’t get what I’m owed, you have to bear the consequences of your mistake.”

"Nonsense! How could I possibly embezzle it?" Xian Tong was young and hadn't yet developed a thick skin, so he blushed slightly at such a question.

Jiang Yuhuo couldn't see the growing number of fellow disciples gathering behind him, nor could he see their gazes, but the fairy boy was facing the crowd directly.

Inquiry, surprise, disdain... these gazes weren't necessarily directed at him, but being watched by so many people still made him feel unbearably embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Senior Sister Jiang, there should be more in the storeroom. Xiao Yuan might not know, I'll go find some for you."

A young girl rushed out from the crowd. She was the junior sister of the fairy boy. Seeing this, she hurriedly ran to Jiang Yuhuo's side and asked her to loosen her grip on the fairy boy.

Sure enough, the girl returned shortly afterward carrying a bag of things.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that these things were insignificant to Kunlun. Normally, they would have prepared several extra for emergencies. The reason why the person distributing them was so meticulous was simply to make things difficult for her.

Regardless of this female disciple's cultivation level, her temper is certainly terrible.

I offended Chongyuan Peak yesterday, so I'm teaching my junior brother a lesson today.

Such a stubborn person, in a cultivation sect where strength reigns supreme, has only two paths to take: either find a powerful backer to intimidate others, or become a strong person and subdue everyone with their strength.

She had neither of those qualities. Her greatest backer, the True Yang Mountain Master, had regressed in his cultivation a hundred years ago and was now ranked last among the peak masters. Meanwhile, she herself had made no progress in her cultivation since joining the sect, let alone shown any outstanding talent. The onlookers all thought she was beyond help.

Having obtained what he was entitled to, Jiang Yuhuo stopped arguing and turned to Fangxiantai to prepare for his departure.

Not far away, the little fairy boy stared at the figure on the platform with red eyes and a wronged expression.

The girl tugged at him, drawing his gaze back. "Xiao Yuan, you're not allowed to have such bad intentions again, understand?"

"I understand, but..." He was only listening to his senior brother.

Upon reaching the Ascension Platform, all the disciples summoned their spirit swords, preparing to fly on them. Only Jiang Yuhuo stood still, hesitant to move. Lin Wuwang knew that Jiang Yuhuo's sword was just an ordinary iron sword. Although it could also be used for flying, it consumed too much of a cultivator's spiritual energy compared to a spirit sword. Therefore, he considerately invited Jiang Yuhuo to ride with him.

"Junior Sister Jiang, if you are willing to give up on me, why not ride the same sword with me?"

Some nosy disciples turned around, wanting to see if she couldn't even fly on a sword and had to rely on other people's swords.

Ning Yufei's sword in mid-air also stopped.

Jiang Yuhu shook his head, "No need, thank you for your kindness. Senior Brother Lin can go ahead first, I'm waiting for a friend."

Sure enough, if he didn't use Senior Brother Lin's sword, he'd still end up using someone else's. Ning Yu sneered inwardly.

But then Jiang Yuhuo turned his gaze to a cloud in the distance.

"They're here."

As soon as Jiang Yuhuo finished speaking, the disciples who had not yet set off saw a small black shadow emerge from the clouds in the distance. The shadow flew towards the direction of the Fangxiantai, and the closer it got, the more its enormous size became apparent.

It turned out to be a giant roc.

The roc spread its black wings, like dark clouds obscuring the sun. The roc landed in front of Jiang Yuhuo, turned its broad back towards her, retracted its wings, and tapped the ground with its sharp claws, as if urging her to hurry up and come up.

Jiang Yuhu jumped onto the back of the roc, sat down cross-legged, and cupped his hands to Lin Wuwang, saying, "Farewell, Senior Brother Lin."

Before Lin Wuwang and his disciples, who were also sword users, could recover from their shock, they saw the roc carrying her away like a gust of wind, heading towards the rising sun. It quickly became a small black dot and eventually disappeared from their sight.

When did Zhenyang Peak secretly open a beast taming course?

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Located at the easternmost point of the earth, Tianque Mountain is one of the two highest mountains in the world, alongside Kunlun. However, in terms of sheer height, Tianque Mountain's main peak surpasses Kunlun's. Nevertheless, Tianque only has one towering main peak, unlike the surrounding numerous peaks. This has allowed the Tianque Sect to establish a dominant position, with the Tianque Divine Palace at the highest point firmly controlling the entire sect from top to bottom. This contrasts sharply with Kunlun Mountain, where numerous sects operate independently without a clear leader.

Another difference between Tianque Mountain and Kunlun Mountain is the number of disciples. Very few disciples can enter Tianque Mountain, and once they do, they rarely leave the world. Immortal sects are already distant and mysterious enough in the eyes of the world, but Tianque can be said to be the most mysterious sect among immortal sects.

When a crescent-shaped city appeared on the ground beneath her feet, Jiang Yuhuo knew that she had entered the Tianque Mountain area.

It took the Peng bird a whole day to finally see the famous Luoyue City. The city was distributed along a narrow river valley, with densely packed buildings spreading out layer upon layer on the mountainside. The houses in the city were all painted white, and from above, the huge white crescent moon was very eye-catching. Above the crescent moon stood the towering Tianque Mountain that reached into the clouds.

Jiang Yuhuo found an open space in the city and landed.

As the roc fluttered down, many people passed by, but no one stopped to watch. It seemed to be a common occurrence, and the acceptance of beast taming appeared to be much better than that of the Kunlun Mountain disciples.

Before the other Kunlun disciples arrived, Jiang Yuhuo went directly to find a place to stay. On the street, there was a group of cultivators dressed in white robes, the fabric of which was light and soft but layered, with a belt around their waist, which was very different from the clothing of the Kunlun disciples.

They appear to be disciples of Tianque.

Just as Jiang Yuhuo was about to step forward to ask the other party for directions to the inn, the leader of the white-robed cultivators saw her dressed in black, recognized something, and walked straight towards her.

"Are you a Kunlun disciple here to participate in the competition? Please show your jade certificate." The white-robed cultivator had a smile on his face, his voice was gentle, but his attitude left no room for refusal.

Jiang Yuhuo presented a jade slip engraved with her name. After the white-robed cultivator confirmed her identity, he touched his shoulder, nodded slightly, and bowed to Jiang Yuhuo. "Tianque has prepared accommodations for the participating disciples. Immortal Master, please follow me."

Jiang Yuhu frowned slightly. Tianque was being so generous? He hadn't heard anyone from Kunlun mention that the host would provide accommodation.

But since they were on someone else's turf, she decided to follow them first.