Gingerbread was preoccupied with matters concerning the sect.

Along the way, I fed Little Yellow a lot of spirit stones.

The Firewing Hound became incredibly powerful after eating the spirit stone, brimming with energy.

The journey, which originally took four days, was shortened to the evening of the third day.

They arrived at the gate of the Sword Sect.

Fearing that Xiao Huang would get tired, Jiang Bingbing and Fen Jue jumped down, intending to fly on their swords.

Then they heard the two disciples guarding the gate whispering to each other.

"Hey, let me tell you... that Xie Yingnan..."

"That's right... I didn't realize... I told you so..."

"Anyway... the sect leader said no..."

What the hell?!

Gingerbread was dumbfounded. Now gossip is automatically muted?

At crucial moments, I can't hear what they're saying at all.

These two disciples had just entered the inner sect of the Sword Sect last year.

It's so boring being a gatekeeper.

As their round heads huddled together whispering, they suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance. They both looked up at the same time and saw the legendary figure!

Junior Sister of Xianyu Peak.

The Sword Sect has attracted a rising star in swordsmanship who has undergone a tribulation of lightning.

The other person had clear eyes and stood proudly in a white robe, the hem of which was covered in dust.

At first glance, you can tell they've come back travel-worn.

They probably just received the news that Xie Yingnan is a demonic cultivator.

"What are you talking about? I'd like to hear it too."

A mountain breeze blew by, ruffling the girl's black hair behind her ear. A strand of hair brushed against the corner of her mouth. She smiled, seemingly not angry that others were gossiping about her senior brother behind her back.

The gatekeeper swallowed hard, then blurted out everything: "We...we said your third senior brother was a demonic cultivator, but we didn't expect him to be the Demon Lord's son! And...no wonder he's so extravagant and wealthy...and flirts with so many senior sisters from other sects..."

Another disciple nudged his companion with his shoulder.

Give him a look of exasperation, like, "Why do you tell everyone everything?"

This kid is pretty honest.

When he said Xie Yingnan was a demonic cultivator, there was no disgust in his eyes, only curiosity and a little bit of fear.

Another disciple looked on with disgust.

I understand.

After all, in the current cultivation world, immortals and demons are like fire and water.

Even if the disciples of the Sword Sect are open-minded, they wouldn't be able to accept all of a sudden that the genius of Immortal Jade Peak, whom they once admired, had become the young master of the Demon Lord.

Gingerbread glanced at the bewildered gatekeepers and asked softly, "Have any of you been bullied?"

The shorter disciples nodded hurriedly.

“Yes, I was tall. Before I started practicing, I was often bullied by Dazhuang in the village. Once he pushed me into the reservoir. If someone hadn’t passed by, I would have drowned.”

Gingerbread smiled and asked softly, "So, who do you think is more despicable, Da Zhuang or the demonic cultivator?"

The disciple froze, glancing hesitantly at his companion; he couldn't answer the question.

So far.

The most despicable person he encountered was Dazhuang, who made him crawl between his legs, threw stones at him, and even pushed him into the reservoir.

He has never met a demonic cultivator before.

Gingerbread looked at the two disciples who were stunned, and gently patted them on the shoulder.

He walked away leisurely with a smile on his lips.

His silhouette exudes the air of a reclusive knight-errant who conceals his merits and fame.

Fen Jue clenched her fist to her lips, cleared her throat, and suppressed a laugh. "Senior Sister, you're so eloquent."

If it were the amnesiac Fen Jue, Jiang Bingbing would feel comfortable hearing this, but now that Fen Jue is saying this, she inexplicably imagines that he is making sarcastic and mocking remarks.

"You're better than me."

She rolled her eyes.

What do you mean, "You're a very important person to me"? You willingly let your senior sister bully you.

Gingerbread has never said anything so cheesy in its life!

Fen Jue sincerely praised her, only to be met with a cold shoulder. He lowered his head and smiled helplessly, his eyes lingering on her retreating figure.

Such a big thing happened.

The atmosphere at the Sword Sect was much more oppressive than usual.

No disciple dared to laugh, shout, or fight in the sword-practice square anymore.

There is no other reason.

The sect leader, Wuya, and several peak masters were very troubled.

When Jiang Bingbing returned to Xianyu Peak, she found that no one was in the courtyard of her senior sister and brother halfway up the mountain.

She flew to the abode of the Immortal Lord Qingxue at the summit.

Before even entering the courtyard, one could hear muttered curses and smell a strong odor of alcohol.

Good job.

They cursed for three days and still weren't done, so they drank for three days straight?

“Ah Zheng Yu Zhao, tell me, have I, Jiang, treated him badly?”

Why did he lie to me?!

"How could he be a damned demonic cultivator?"

"He's still... still the Demon Lord's son! How am I supposed to put my face in the Sword Sect? I've worked so hard to cultivate the future master of the Demon Realm using the resources of my personal disciples. I might as well just smash my head against a wall and die!"

Well, it's just the same few sentences over and over again.

The matter of the peacock successfully dealt a blow to her master.

As soon as Gingerbread opened the door, it saw Immortal Lord Qingxue rushing toward the tree trunk with a wine jug in his arms.

"I might as well just crash and die! I don't want to live anymore!"

The eldest sister and second brother grabbed his arm tightly, and Liu Zheng advised, "Master, if you die, we'll be short one person for tomorrow's vote, and the third brother will definitely die."

Forehead.

The eldest sister is still so direct.

Immortal Lord Qingxue laughed in exasperation, turning back with teary eyes, "A-Zheng, you..."

Liu Zheng blinked, looking innocently at Wen Yuzhao, and then noticed Jiang Bingbing grinning foolishly at the door. His eyes instantly lit up.

"Junior sister, you're finally back!"

The other two people also turned their heads away.

Immortal Lord Qingxue pouted, "Little Bing, your third senior brother... I'm suffering!"

After saying that, he picked up the wine jug, staggered and staggered towards Gingerbread.

Just as Jiang Bingbing was ready to catch the person with both hands, Fen Jue unexpectedly stood in front of her and caught Qingxue Xianjun instead.

Fen Jue glanced at him with disdain, "Master."

"Hey? Xiaoye's back too. Oh right, is the Blood Silkworm Gu cured yet?"

Immortal Lord Qingxue was grabbed by the arms by Fenjue and Wenyuzhao and half-pulled, half-carried to sit down next to the stone table.

"Healed," Fen Jue replied.

"That's good, finally some good news." Immortal Lord Qingxue pressed his fingertips to his temples. "Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng..."

Liu Zheng stepped forward: "What's wrong, Master?"

"I have a headache. Help me back to my room to rest."

"Okay." Liu Zheng turned around and said to Jiang Bingbing, "Junior sister, wait for me for a moment."

"Okay, senior sister."

When Liu Zheng helped Qingxue Xianjun back, Jiang Bingbing finally had time to ask Wen Yuzhao, "Second Senior Brother, how will the decision be made regarding Third Senior Brother at tomorrow's Peak Master Conference?"

Wen Yuzhao bent down to pick up the wine jugs scattered on the ground. When he heard his junior sister ask, he thought carefully for a while before answering, "At best, he will be imprisoned in the water dungeon forever; at worst, he will be executed."

That's serious.

She was speechless, but she had a vague feeling that if Xie Yingnan's handling of the matter was like this, Wen Yuzhao might also leave Xianyu Peak quietly soon.

Wen Yuzhao tidied up the empty wine jug.

Only then did I realize that my junior sister hadn't said anything, standing there in unusual silence.

Just as he was about to say something, his junior sister looked at him with determined eyes and said, "Second senior brother, we must rescue third senior brother!"