The old man picked up his whisk and slowly walked down the steps, stopping only a meter away from Jiyue.

Ji Yue stood tall and straight, looking directly at the old man with neither arrogance nor servility.

“You have the aura of a demon on you,” the old man narrowed his eyes.

Ji Yue lowered her eyes and said, "Master, on the way back to the mountain yesterday, I encountered several demonic ghosts. I almost fell into their trap, but fortunately I managed to kill them all. Although I was slightly injured, I did not fail in my mission of Floating Life Pavilion to slay demons."

The old man chuckled softly, his expression revealing his appreciation: "Well done."

Ji Yue smiled sweetly and said, "It's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching."

The old man tapped her forehead: "You, you just know how to say nice things to make me happy."

Ji Yue helped the old man sit down on a wooden chair. "By the way, Master, how come there are demons at the foot of Qingshan Mountain? This has never happened before."

The old woman took a sip of tea before saying, "The demons have become quite rampant in recent years, secretly plotting something." She looked at Jiyue and said, "As the senior disciple, you must urge all the disciples to cultivate diligently to prevent the demons from attacking in the future."

Ji Yue bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, Master."

The old man slowly walked up the steps, sat down again on the high seat in the center, and closed his eyes.

After bowing deeply, Ji Yue turned around and was about to leave the main hall.

"Oh, right."

Ji Yue paused, her eyes flashing, but after a moment she slowly turned around and asked, "Is there anything else, Master?"

The old man, without opening his eyes, asked, "Where is Ruxing?"

Ji Yue: "Ru Xing was injured while fighting the demons, so I let her go back to her room to rest. If Master wants to see her, I will go and call her now."

After a moment, the old man said, "No need, let her rest well."

Ji Yue bowed and said, "Yes, then this disciple will go down."

The old man waved his hand and entered a deep meditative state.

Ji Yue raised her eyes to look at the old man on the high seat, then turned and left the hall.

...

The disciples of Fusheng Pavilion rest in a secluded courtyard in the elegant and quiet Nanshan Residence. Jiyue, as the eldest disciple, has a separate courtyard right next to Nanshan Residence.

After leaving the main hall, Jiyue headed south, passing three pavilions, two courtyards, a lake, and countless flowers, grasses, and cobblestone paths, but still could not find the location of Nanshan Residence.

Two disciples on patrol were on duty in this area. They noticed that Senior Sister Jiyue would pass by, circle around, and then return to the starting point, only to circle around again and return to the starting point once more. Curious about whether Senior Sister Jiyue's strange behavior indicated she was practicing some special technique, they boldly approached her and asked, "Senior Sister Jiyue, what are you doing? Are you practicing some kind of technique? Could you teach us?"

Ji Yue glanced at them coolly, but didn't say anything.

The two disciples felt a pang of unease and couldn't help but regret their attempt to strike up a conversation.

Everyone knows that Ji Yue, as the senior sister of Fusheng Pavilion, is very arrogant. She usually looks down on everyone, is cold-hearted, and speaks without any mercy, which has made her many enemies.

However, her cultivation was advanced, her talent was exceptional, and she was favored by the Grand Tutor. So even if some people disliked her, they could not shake her position as the eldest senior sister.

Over time, the disciples would occasionally complain about her in private, but no one dared to provoke her directly. When they saw her in the pavilion, they were usually respectful and well-mannered, and no one dared to say anything out of line.

The two disciples swallowed hard, bowed, and said, "Senior Sister, we were wrong. We will never do it again. Please pretend that we didn't say anything and that you didn't hear anything. We will go and do our duty properly and promise never to slack off again."

After saying that, they quickly turned around and were about to run away when Ji Yue called out to them.

The two disciples turned around dejectedly and begged for mercy, "Senior sister, please let us go! Please don't tell the Grand Tutor, or we'll be sent to the back cliff to reflect on our mistakes for three years!"

His expression was so lifelike, and he was practically in tears; he was practically kneeling before Jiyue.

Ji Yue stroked a strand of her hair and said coolly, "This time when I came down the mountain, I brought back two spirit stones. I was just about to move them to Nanshan Residence. If you two don't want to go to the back cliff to reflect on your mistakes, then you can move the spirit stones there."

Upon hearing that there was no need for reprimand, the two disciples immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister! It's just moving stones, easy!"

Ji Yue raised an eyebrow at the two of them, and a flash of white light appeared in her palm. Two huge rocks blocked the sunlight in front of them, enveloping the three of them in the shadow of the rocks.

The two disciples' mouths twitched, and they exclaimed in surprise, "So big!"

Unable to recover from the shock of the boulder, Ji Yue said quietly, "What are you standing there for? Let's move it."

The two disciples snapped out of their daze and were about to gather their spiritual power when Ji Yue said coolly, "You are not allowed to use spiritual power."

The two disciples were speechless for a long time before finally saying, "Senior Sister, such a large rock, if we don't use spiritual power..."

"Hmm~" Ji Yue looked at them coldly: "What did you say?"

The two disciples quickly covered their mouths: "We didn't say anything, you misheard us. We can move this stone, we can move it."

Ji Yue said calmly, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go."

The two disciples exchanged a glance, both seeing utter despair in each other's eyes. Had they known this would happen, they would have preferred to go to the back cliff to reflect on their mistakes, at least they wouldn't have had to do physical labor, right?

But it's too late to say anything now, just accept your fate.

The two disciples resignedly rolled up their sleeves and each struggled to lift a huge rock. It took them a lot of effort to move it, and they slowly made their way towards Nanshan Residence while keeping an eye on the path.

Ji Yue followed behind them, a smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips.

"You little bitch, you dare to hide? I'll beat you to death!"

"Ahhh, don't hit me! Senior Sister Lingyun, I was wrong! Please don't hit me!"

A commotion arose in the distance, and Jiyue frowned as she looked over.

Several female disciples were seen gathered together, beating and scolding a little girl. The little girl was lying on the ground, covering her head with her hands. Her clothes were tattered and covered in mud.

Those bullying female disciples were led by the woman in the pink light blouse. Whenever the woman in the pink blouse uttered a curse, they would all chime in, displaying their sycophantic behavior.

Seeing Ji Yue stop, the two disciples who were carrying stones also stopped. One of them said indignantly, "Ling Yun is at it again. She acts arrogantly and bullies others just because she has a powerful backer and is a relative of the Grand Tutor. I heard that several disciples in the pavilion have been beaten by her."

The other person said, "You'd better keep your voice down, or she'll hear you and you'll be in trouble."

The man suddenly stopped talking.

In the distance, Lingyun stopped, patted her chest, and exhaled, saying, "That feels much better. Hitting someone was so satisfying."

Several disciples surrounding her flattered her, saying, "Senior Sister Lingyun, you must be tired from fighting. How about we find a place to rest for a bit, and then continue fighting?"

"Yes, yes, it's so sunny, it wouldn't be good if it damaged your fair skin, senior sister."

"yes……"

Some of the men massaged Lingyun's shoulders, while others shielded her from the sun, completely ignoring the girl on the ground who was being beaten and crying with her head in her hands.

Ji Yue looked coldly at the group of people, a surge of anger rising in her heart.

She flicked her finger, and her sword shot out with a whoosh, slicing through the air and heading straight for Lingyun.

The surge of spiritual energy from the sword aura instantly swept away everyone. Lingyun, still immersed in the exhilarating feeling of beating someone, had no time to recover before being forced back to the tree behind her by the longsword. Her back slammed into the tree trunk, and pain swept through her entire body. However, Lingyun ignored the pain and stared intently at the cold sword approaching her. Her pupils contracted sharply, and a piercing scream pierced through the air.