Chapter 12 The Quarrel
"She is the sect leader..." Before Liu Xiaoshun could finish speaking, Qingfeng and Xiao Yang got up and pressed him down.
The two men pinned Liu Xiaoshun down from both sides, preventing him from moving.
Qingfeng: "Hey kid, what's with the weirdo-sounding?"
Xiao Yang looked at him too, but he advised, "You're an orphan, don't get involved in this mess."
Although the cultivation of immortality does not consider birth, just like in the mortal world, it is difficult for children from poor families to become outstanding.
Those without a family background cannot even survive the spiritual root test that only comes once every three years. Many people give up halfway because they cannot afford the accommodation at the foot of the mountain, not to mention the expensive tuition fee before enrollment.
In this situation, it's best not to get involved in these "battles of the gods".
"Thanks." Liu Xiaoshun knew Xiao Yang meant well, but he secretly circulated his spiritual energy. "I'm saving Master Chi!"
Although Chi Yiren was arrogant, he was actually very good to Liu Xiaoshun. On the one hand, he would complain about Liu's poor diet, but on the other hand, he would take him out to eat.
Liu Xiaoshun remembered how good this was.
Thinking of this, Liu Xiaoshun made up his mind. He frowned and suddenly mobilized all his spiritual power.
There was a loud "bang"!
Qingfeng and Xiao Yang were thrown back by the shock.
The classroom was littered with broken desks, and Qingfeng twisted his back, groaning and crying out, "You, you, you, Liu Xiaoshun! You've gone too far!"
Having said that, he held his waist and was about to grab Liu Xiaoshun.
At this moment, everyone in the classroom snapped out of their daze and sat around trying to break up the fight.
Yao Jinben was still frowning, but upon seeing this, he covered his mouth and chuckled amidst the noise, "A bunch of idiots!"
"Fairy..." Chi Yi, who had squatted down, stared blankly and unconsciously uttered a sound.
Chi Yi is not a naive fool who has never seen the world.
On the contrary, due to his parents' doting and his outstanding family background, he had already started eating meat in his teens.
Even though he had been a womanizer for so long, he had never seen a beauty like the girl in front of him, who was even more beautiful than Leng Dandan.
At this point, Yao Jin's almost commanding tone was no longer one of shame and anger.
Chi Yi willingly picked up the upturned shoe and carefully wiped away the dust that had accumulated on the toe.
"Chi Yi, what are you doing?" A cold voice rang out.
Although it was a small place, everyone in the classroom immediately fell silent.
Upon seeing the Immortal Lord, Qingfeng immediately withdrew his hand. He clutched his back, enduring the pain, and glared at Liu Xiaoshun through gritted teeth, whispering, "I'll deal with you later."
Liu Xiaoshun didn't want to look at this idiot, so he just took a deep breath and said, "She is the wife of the Immortal Lord."
Although Liu Xiaoshun spoke in a low voice, everyone present was cultivated and thus heard him clearly.
"Hiss." Amidst gasps of surprise, everyone was too embarrassed to watch and hurriedly lowered their heads to continue reading.
"Heavens! Will Master Chi be alright..." Qingfeng's eyes widened. "But, is that really Master's wife? I remember the girl by the river last time was incredibly cunning, and she wasn't wearing this outfit."
Time had passed too long, and Master's wife's face was only briefly shown before Master hid it away. Thinking about Master's attitude, Qingfeng shook his head and muttered, "No, that's not right. How could Master bear to let his wife come out? Master didn't even invite us disciples to his wedding."
When the master gets married, the disciple may attend the ceremony, but there are no set rules for the etiquette; it depends on whether the disciple wants to or not.
Liu Xiaoshun thought to himself that he was too arrogant, actually wanting the Immortal Lord to invite him, so he rolled his eyes at him and didn't even bother to reply.
"Chi Yi, what are you doing?" Meng Ji stood in front of Chi Yi, looking down at him intently.
do what?
Shining shoes, of course!
Chi Yi was confused and felt a little guilty.
Chi Yi knew he had a good father, and he often acted recklessly because of his father, so everyone gave him some leeway.
But when he faced this master, he felt a deep-seated fear.
Chi Yi was still squatting on the ground, "Master, I was helping this young lady wipe..."
He was halfway through his sentence when Yao Jin suddenly kicked him, sending him flying. "What are you babbling about!"
"It was just wiping the dust off my shoes as I instructed. Do you expect me to take credit for it?" Yao Jin said, a cold sweat breaking out on her back. She stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Daojun's hand, which was hanging by his side, and said reproachfully, "Why did you come, my husband?"
She was still angry about what happened in her dream and decided that if she saw Xiao Daojun, she would not give him a good look.
But Meng Ji's natal sword was already drawn from his sleeve, and the sword's light carried a fierce aura, forcing her to step forward and stop him.
Once the Frostflower Sword is drawn, it will return drinking blood.
slow……
How did she know the name of Meng Ji's natal sword?
How did they know that Shuanghua needed to drink blood to return?
A hint of hesitation flashed in Yao Jin's eyes.
"Insubordination and disrespect for your master's wife." Meng Ji's lips curled slightly, his eyes were deep, his right hand was still held by Yao Jin, but his left hand was slightly turned.
The sleeves of the robe fluttered even without wind, and a long sword slowly slid down from the cuff.
It clung to Meng Ji's arm, as thin as a cicada's wing—yet its cold gleam was fully revealed along the sword's body, emitting an extremely clear and intense steely light.
"You are very good." Meng Ji's expression was extremely gentle, but his words were chilling.
"She's Master's wife?" Chi Yi had only caught a glimpse of her face that time, focusing solely on her feet. Now, seeing Shuanghua unsheathed, he immediately collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Master... Master..."
How could a master kill his disciple?
He didn't believe it.
Seeing this, Liu Xiaoshun realized something was wrong and immediately teleported to Chi Yi's side. He knelt down and helped Chi Yi up, but he also dared not look at the sword. "Immortal Lord, Chi Yi doesn't know that it's his master's wife."
He knew perfectly well how dazed Chi Yi had been that time. Besides, the mist was rising around the pool at that time, and the Immortal Lord quickly hid him, so Chi Yi only saw an outline and not a clear picture.
This led to the dramatic scene we see today.
All of them were present that day; this was an unspoken understanding.
Meng Ji didn't speak; he gripped the hilt of his sword and looked down at it.
The sword tip always pointed to the ground, and the light from the tip spread out in a small halo on the ground. It didn't look like it was going to be swung, and it was as if it hadn't been drawn yet, so it didn't pose much of a threat.
But a sword is a sword; once it's drawn, it's not the same as when it's still drawn.
Meng Ji gripped his sword and approached Chi Yi step by step.
For some reason, Chi Yi swallowed hard, his bottom involuntarily shifting back a few places. "Master, Master..."
"Little Daoist!" Yao Jin called out immediately, her hand still being held tightly in Meng Ji's hand.
Meng Ji took a few steps, and she was forced to follow.
These few steps didn't take long, but they were enough for Yao Jin to see the killing intent in Meng Ji's eyes.
That dream suddenly flashed through Yao Jin's mind: the demon's astonished and incredulous eyes before its death, looking towards the Taoist priest who had drawn his sword.
Was it a dream? Or not?
Was that Taoist priest Meng Ji?
Fear and panic were evident in Yao Jin's eyes. As she recalled her dream from the previous night and her rapidly growing fingernails, a guess slowly formed in her mind.
If she is a demon...
Little Daoist, will he kill her...?
I'm not sure about the outcome of the lottery yet.
At that moment, the Frostflower Sword suddenly flipped over, and Meng Ji held the sword, its tip pointing at Chi Yi's throat!
In a flash, Yao Jin reached out his free hand and grabbed Meng Ji's collar, "Little Daoist."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young Daoist's aura immediately darkened. "Madam, are you perhaps going to plead for him?"
The same sound came from Yaowang Peak last time.
Yao Jin paused for a moment, then touched his face.
Being able to read someone's mind is a major taboo, it can be fatal, but she didn't know how someone could read her mind when she clearly had no expression.
Yao Jin remained expressionless. "Young Daoist, I'm a little scared by your behavior."
The words, which were exactly the same, made Meng Ji's expression soften even more. He looked at that delicate and soft hand and couldn't understand how such a gentle lady could have so much kindness.
One by one, they all need to be protected by her.
They are clearly just unrelated weeds, so how could they possibly win the lady's favor?
Meng Ji already had an idea, but he smiled politely and said, "If you're afraid, Madam, please close your eyes."
Yao Jin didn't really want to save anyone; she was merely testing Xiao Daojun's limits to see how much weight her words carried. She stepped forward, becoming even more unyielding.
Their eyes met from afar.
She was risking her own life to protect others. — This thought clearly entered Meng Ji's mind.
His displeasure deepened as he stared intently at the lady.
The lady truly had a pair of beautiful eyes; this was the second time he had looked at her. Her round eyes were upturned, slanted like willow branches, and when a mischievous idea popped into her head, her eyes shone brightly, sparkling with a lively light.
He searched through his distant memories and suddenly discovered that this arrogant appearance was just like that of a princess from an imperial family, cruel yet innocent.
Most pampered princesses are arrogant and domineering, using their power and status to coerce others, completely unaware that this kind of behavior only makes them want to be possessed, destroyed, and ruined.
Human evil knows no bounds, and the lady was unaware of this...
Indeed, the lady is simple-minded by nature, unlike before.
Whether she was the woman before or the wife now, she loves his gentle demeanor.
Long before becoming the sect leader, Meng Ji had already learned how to be patient—the sleeve under his Taoist robe fluttered slightly, revealing a flash of cold light. He withdrew his hand and then smoothly sheathed the Frostflower Sword, saying gently, "Alright, for now, I'll listen to Madam."
Frostflower Sword is the sword of an ancient god, and it was once a righteous sword. But because of her, it has been in the Demon Cave for hundreds of years and has long been extremely evil.
Now that it was unsheathed, unable to bear the humiliation of returning without a fight, its killing power grew even stronger.
The Frostflower Sword first trembled lightly like raindrops hitting banana leaves, then rose to a strong tremor like a wasp's tail swaying—followed by a series of whistling sounds and a furious, thumping roar.
This sword had never been used like this before in Meng Ji's hands. In an instant, the students in the classroom all turned their heads and whispers began to rise.
"This sword looks a bit eerie."
"What nonsense are you talking about! That's a legendary sword, it can't be..."
Xiao Yang mingled among them, remaining silent, his expression thoughtful.
"Shuanghua," Meng Ji called out softly.
The Frostflower Sword is over ten thousand years old. Things of this age, even plants, would become sentient. As a spirit sword, Frostflower naturally also has a sword spirit.
However, this sword spirit perished alongside the ancient god, leaving only a remnant soul behind.
This remnant soul was arrogant, and the more its master tried to forcefully take it in, the more rebellious it became, secretly resisting Meng Ji.
Yao Jin looked at the sword that outwardly complied but inwardly defied him, and felt a strange sense of familiarity with it. "What's wrong with it?"
Meng Ji stroked the hilt of his sword. "It seems the Demon Realm is a wonderful place. Even swords have been tainted by demonic energy and become arrogant."
Since Shuanghua entered the Demon Cave a hundred years ago, she has always carried a malevolent aura.
It followed 'it' and picked up many of 'it's' habits.
This hostility is now turning the Immortal Sword into a demonic sword.
Yao Jin was displeased upon hearing this. She frowned at him and said, "What do you mean? You are the master of the sword, yet you cannot control it and blame the Demon Realm?"
She didn't want to say these words, but for some reason, Yao Jin couldn't stand hearing anything bad about the Demon Realm.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Seeing this, Liu Xiaoshun grabbed Chi Yi, who was clutching his chest, and quickly ran away.
Frostflower, sensing the tense atmosphere, was overjoyed, her sword tip swaying constantly, revealing its sharpness.
—Kill, kill, kill.
—They were all killed.
The surviving sword spirit, amidst the chaos, actually attempted to confuse its master's mind.
As the master of the sword, Meng Ji naturally sensed the evil intent of the Frostflower Sword. He sneered and threw the Frostflower Sword on the ground, saying, "It's nothing, just training the sword."
He was indeed training the sword, and a celestial sword was ruthlessly discarded as if it were filth.
With a clang, the cold sword struck the ground.
After being abandoned, the Frostflower Sword seemed to freeze in disbelief for a moment, then straightened up instantly, making a series of loud, thumping protesting sounds.
The school was in an uproar, with students whispering amongst themselves, "That's Frostflower! An ancient sword, even a Celestial Lord would be too..."
The other person disagreed, saying, "This is my natal sword. If I can't use it for myself, it's simply going against the natural order!"
"Yes, that's right."
This statement was met with approval from many cultivators.
For sword cultivators, the sword is like another companion.
If your sword malfunctions before you go into battle, wouldn't that be a matter of life and death?
The previous voice was suppressed, but at the end it was muttered very softly, "But it's not because of the sword, that's just the nature of that sword."
But the reason is no longer important.
Yao Jin needs both results and attitude. Even though she has achieved her goal, she is still annoyed by Meng Ji's indifference.
She also turned cold. "Just train with a sword, why explain it to me?"
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