Chapter 15 Expelling the Master from the Sect

deliver?

Lin Yujin patted Jiang Xianwan on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Junior Sister, first of all, your idea is good."

Bai Ziye looked up at the sky with a melancholy expression. "Secondly, your idea is good."

Su Qingliu lowered his eyes and slowly began to wipe his wife, "Junior Sister, wake up."

Everyone else gives gifts, but they give...

Ugh, useless?

Even if the Taixu Sect is full of shit, we can't accept them!

Moreover, Hua Buxiu stole many spirit beasts from the Taixu Sect to use as snacks with his drinks.

It is already unexpected that it has survived to this day.

Lin Yujin felt that this suggestion was not very reliable.

"If we don't want him, would the Taixu Sect want him?"

They don't want these things, so why would the largest clan in the Southern Territory pick up their unwanted junk?

Jiang Xianwan flicked his finger, "No, that's precisely why the Taixu Sect will most likely want it."

"Let's also stop by his disciples' exchange meeting."

Su Qingliu's eyes flickered slightly, "Junior Sister's meaning... um?"

Bai Ziye quickly realized what was happening and looked up in surprise. "Junior Sister, I think... Hua Buxiu's crime doesn't warrant death."

However, the smile that appeared at the corner of his lips clearly showed that he completely agreed with Jiang Xianwan's idea.

Even junk has its uses.

Lin Yujin realized what was happening, excitedly raising his wrist, clearly impatient, "Let him die, my friend! Let him die!!!"

"Since Junior Sister has made the suggestion, she must have thought of a foolproof plan. Please tell me about it."

Jiang Xianwan chuckled sheepishly and rubbed his hands together. "Well, I got into a fight with a disciple of the Taixu Sect a couple of days ago."

so?

The three boys exchanged questioning glances.

"Then they played a bit too recklessly."

"Then?"

“He won his mustard seed bag.”

win?

Are you sure this isn't robbery?

Su Qingliu silently extended her hand, "We'll split it in half when we meet."

Bai Ziye and Lin Yujin reached out at the same time.

Jiang Xianwan: "..." Pretend not to see it.

He coughed once and got straight to the point.

"That disciple seemed to be a direct disciple. He said, 'You just wait.'"

Lin Yujin froze slightly, a very bad feeling welling up inside her.

Startled, he exclaimed, "A personal disciple? Who did you steal?"

You'll get yours back just wait!

Lin Yujin felt that what she should be thinking about right now was not how to give Hua Buxiu to the Taixu Sect, but how to escape!

Su Qingliu and Bai Ziye both froze, their expressions gradually turning strange.

They knew that their junior sister wasn't a docile little rabbit; she was wild and fierce in fights.

But when it comes to snatching a direct disciple of the Taixu Sect, they really jump around like crazy.

What kind of place is the Taixu Sect?

Notoriously protective of their own!

And they're being completely unreasonable!

One gets killed, and a whole bunch come!

After beating the young one, here comes the old one!

Adhering to the domineering style of "might makes right".

Once, an elder, in order to avenge his disciple, easily disbanded a mid-level sect with the flick of his finger.

It's like a cult!

Bai Ziye's tone was unusually heavy.

Like his magical wife, 'Cang Sheng Jian', who had been touched twice, a hint of heartbroken despair appeared.

"Junior Sister, why don't you... go back?"

"Second Brother is still young and wants to live for another two years."

"No way!" Jiang Xianwan retorted subconsciously, then lowered her head guiltily, "I've already spent it all, okay?"

"I've spent it all!" Lin Yujin yelled, glaring at her furiously. "Junior Sister, I've wanted to ask you this for a long time, are you keeping a gigolo on the side?"

He absolutely refuses to live on the mountain and insists on going home at the last minute every day. Does he have a father or a mother at home?

Or... a pretty boy?

The three boys simultaneously realized something, and instantly lost their composure, their faces contorted in shock.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

I guess so.

I raised two.

Little money-devouring beast!

A huge, swallowing golden beast!

"Let's leave that aside for now. Besides, Qinqin's skills are inferior to others, so why should I have to return it to him!"

In the world of cultivation, isn't it all about who has the strongest fist? Whoever has the strongest fist is right!

"Qinqin?"

Bai Ziye was completely dumbfounded.

Even Su Qingliu, who always had an extremely indifferent expression and seemed to be indifferent to everything, lost his composure and twitched his eyes a few times.

Bai Ziye's smile turned grim, his face cracking as he nearly overturned the table in his excitement.

"Is it Qin Qin, second only to Shi Yunxiao?! Is it Qin Qin, who beats up both men and women?! Is it Qin Qin, who is heartless and insane?! Is it Qin Qin, who is vengeful and unforgiving?!"

He roared four times in a row.

Jiang Xianwan shuddered, finally realizing just how powerful the person she was trying to steal from was.

Shi Yunxiao knew that she was the most outstanding disciple of the Taixu Sect in this generation.

Like Su Qingliu, he was born with a sword-like spirit.

"Uh... I think... so..."

Bai Ziye thought his junior sister was really awesome, and laughed with delight, then stood up abruptly.

Lin Yujin looked at him in confusion, "Second brother, what are you doing?"

Bai Ziye glanced sadly at the sky, "Run away."

I should just expel myself from the sect!

My master is a pervert, but my junior sister is even more perverted!

What kind of sect is the Taixu Sect?

A bunch of biased lunatics, they'll bite anyone they can get their hands on!

They only do things like bullying the weak with numbers!

If we don't run, this hilltop is going to explode.

Lin Yujin, however, did not have such worries; instead, she smiled broadly.

"Don't you guys think it's cool? Junior Sister stole Qinqin from me!"

"Qinqin already stole it? What are we afraid of?"

"What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? I think you're all hair and no brains!"

Bai Ziye picked up his wife and slammed her hard on Lin Yujin's head.

"Stay calm."

A lazy, nonchalant voice rang out.

Su Qingliu still has the demeanor of a senior disciple.

"Junior sister, please continue."

Jiang Xianwan gave him a grateful look, a look that made Su Qingliu's lips twitch slightly.

Junior Sister, are you trying to push Hua Buxiu out and make him bear the wrath of the Taixu Sect?

By the way, could I attend someone else's disciple exchange conference?

As expected.

Jiang Xianwan: "Doesn't Hua Hua possess a strange fire?"

Su Qingliu silently patted his wife.

His wife, after undergoing the 'Heavenly River Inclination' tempering, still spent a hundred spirit stones before Hua Buxiu reluctantly spewed the fire.

Jiang Xianwan chuckled, "I'll steal it, oops, before I had a friendly chat with Qin Qin, I heard him say that it would be great if he had a different kind of fire to help him temper his sword every day!"

"The strange fire can quell anger and also send Hua Buxiu away!"

Bai Ziye immediately sat down, a gentle smile returning to his lips. "Junior Sister, I have a bold idea."

Lin Yujin quickly raised both hands, "I agree with this idea!"

Su Qingliu smiled slightly.

very good.

Hua Buxiu is finally starting to be of some use.

It seems that it's not impossible to snatch something from the Taixu Sect disciples' exchange meeting.

The four senior and junior disciples are absolutely in sync when it comes to the endless pursuit of beauty.

After some whispering, they decided to get to work.

Lin Yujin reluctantly took out a few spirit stones, ran down the mountain to buy chicken, duck, fish and meat, and after returning, she went into the kitchen and quickly prepared ten dishes.

Ready-made meals are too expensive to buy, so cooking at home is cheaper and more cost-effective.

Su Qingliu flicked his wrist lightly, unleashing a vast sword intent, and the fragrance instantly wafted for ten miles.

"One, two..."

Half of the four remained calm.

Just as he counted to three, Hua Buxiu suddenly appeared, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, and swept over by the scent.

He plopped down on the stool, swinging one of his long legs.

Is today a special day?