Zhao Yuyue walked into the bamboo forest. An attack came from behind him. Without even raising his head, he drew the sword at his waist to block the attack.
The disciple was directly bounced back and fell to the ground. The sword in his hand fell to the ground. Shock was revealed on his face. He stared at the sword in Zhao Yuyue's hand and said, "Zhao Yuyue, you have an ordinary physique, don't you? How could you possibly possess a superior sword?"
The disciple who originally wanted to give the first blow to Zhao Yuyue quietly was beaten back. The other disciples hurriedly walked to the fallen disciple with scrutiny on their faces.
Zhao Yuyue put his sword back and turned to look at those people. He remembered the familiar, disgusting faces with an uncanny clarity. Last time in the bamboo forest, because his senior brother hadn't come, he was knocked unconscious by them. He lay unconscious on the ground for two days until a disciple sweeping the floor noticed him. However, this time he wasn't as unlucky. When he woke up, he was lying in his senior brother's bed. His senior brother had saved him. Even so, whether in his past life or now, whenever he saw those self-righteous faces, he wanted to kill them.
The thought of killing them intensified the rage in Zhao Yuyue's heart. He lowered his eyes, clenched his fingers, and after suppressing his anger, he looked at them and asked with a mocking tone, "Can't people with ordinary physiques wield swords?"
"You!" When they saw Zhao Yuyue's arrogant look, the anger in their hearts was aroused.
Zhao Yuyue sneered: "What am I doing? What were you doing just now? You wanted to attack me from behind again? But you didn't expect that I could see through your attack. Why, are you disappointed now?"
The leading disciple, Yang Li, gritted his teeth and said, "Zhao Yuyue, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have a son and a senior brother to protect you!"
Zhao Yuyue glanced at him sideways.
Just a glance made the arrogant Yang Li's heart skip a beat. What was wrong with this Zhao Yuyue? He seemed different from before. No, he was just temporarily protected by his son and senior brother. So, he continued, "I was right. You don't dare to say anything back?"
Zhao Yuyue thought what they said was a joke and sneered, "I did whatever I wanted? Who ganged up on me, bullied me, and plotted against me? If I tell my senior brother about what you did to me, do you think he would increase your punishment? Do you think he would still have a good impression of you?"
As soon as Zhao Yuyue mentioned Chu Yanyan, the faces of those disciples changed slightly. It was not for anything else, but because they admired their gentle senior brother Zihe. If it were not for this, they would not have targeted Zhao Yuyue in the first place.
Having their inner weaknesses exposed by Zhao Yuyue, the man they once looked down upon, Yang Li's face darkened as he drew the sword from his waist. "Zhao Yuyue, do you dare to challenge me to a duel? No matter how badly injured you are, let's fight to the death."
"Yang Li, you are too hard on yourself. He is just a waste? If it weren't for the sword in his hand, Zhao Yuyue would be just a waste. There is no need for you to take action. I can do it." A disciple with a glowing face next to Yang Li said.
Yang Li snorted coldly, obviously convinced by his words. It was only because of Zhao Yuyue's sword. If he didn't have the sword, he would have beaten him to a pulp. "Zhao Yuyue, let's have a fair fight. You are not allowed to use the sword that Senior Brother Zihe gave you."
Zhao Yuyue found their words amusing. He couldn't understand how such a person could still cultivate in the Xianle Sect. Well, people's hearts are complicated, and that's human nature. He gripped the hilt of his sword, a sneer on his face: "Do you think I will listen to you?"
At that moment, his eyes were filled with hatred, and the sword in his hand glowed white as it received the wrath of its master.
Zhao Yuyue raised his sword and swung it towards them, intending to kill them with his sword energy.
His current physique is average, but don't think he can't wield a sword.
Yang Li and the others were stunned. At that moment, they could feel as if their heads were controlled by something and they could not move. They could only watch Zhao Yuyue's sword energy coming towards them.
At the critical moment, several bamboo leaves flew straight to the front of the disciples, blocking the sharp sword energy.
Several bamboo leaves were cut into two pieces, and at the same time, the sword energy that Zhao Yuyue had swung over also disappeared.
Yang Li and others escaped.
Who is it?
Zhao Yuyue frowned and turned to look at the person who made the move not far away.
An old man wearing a brown Taoist robe and with his white hair tied into a circle with a black wooden hairpin appeared in the pavilion where no one was sitting.
After noticing Zhao Yuyue's gaze, the old man, who was originally facing away from them and playing with bamboo leaves in his hand, turned his head, and his eyes that could see through everything met Zhao Yuyue's. Then he moved away and glanced at the sword in Zhao Yuyue's hand.
"Second Elder?" Yang Li recognized the old man and nearly fell to his knees. Panic crossed his face, and he was extremely nervous. Could the Second Elder have heard everything they had just said to Zhao Yuyue? But when had the Second Elder arrived, and why hadn't they noticed?
Yang Li and the others knew him, so how could Zhao Yuyue not know him? He put the sword back into its place, clenched his fists, and respectfully said to Ling Zhenzi, "Master."
"Hello, Second Elder!" Yang Li and the others didn't care about anything else and immediately knelt down on their knees, greeting him with a trembling voice and shaking shoulders.
Ling Zhenzi threw the bamboo leaves down, and in an instant, he stood directly in front of Zhao Yuyue. He had a gourd hanging around his waist and a bag on his back. He was thin and had an overly long white beard. His eyes were bright and clear, and could see through people's hearts. The most important thing was that he did not walk on the ground, but floated in the air.
"Is this how you kids bully my disciple Ling Zhenzi?" Ling Zhenzi spoke, his voice not a trace of oldness but rather a powerful voice.
It was clearly just a simple question, but it filled Yang Li and the others with immense fear. When facing the usually gentle Chu Yanyan, they could still lie with reason and evidence, but when facing Ling Zhenzi, who was dozens of generations older than them, they felt only fear in their hearts, not daring to say much, and hesitating, "I...we..."
Zhao Yuyue crossed his arms and looked at the group's behavior coldly.
"Master Ling, so you are here." A cheerful middle-aged man's voice sounded.
Then a dark shadow appeared next to Ling Zhenzi.
The person who came was the leader of Xianle Sect.
"I heard that something important happened in the world of immortal cultivation, so I came back. I didn't expect to see ordinary disciples of the sect bullying my apprentice." Ling Zhenzi said with a cold face.
The sect leader, who was originally smiling, was stunned. He usually had so many things to do that he had no time to care about these young disciples. However, after hearing what Ling Zhenzi said, he immediately frowned and looked at the disciples kneeling on the ground, who were not even at the Foundation Establishment stage. "Go back and accept your punishment. From now on, you don't have to stay in Xianle Sect anymore."
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