Chapter 129 The Newly Renovated Peach Blossom Valley
In recent days.
Ming Cang and his companions returned on a luxurious warship, attracting the envy of many sects along the way.
So people started discussing it. The previous rumors were indeed untrue. This was hardly the poorest and worst sect in the Immortal Alliance.
It's exactly the same in every aspect.
The people of Peach Blossom Valley were completely unaware of what the passersby were thinking. At this moment, Ming Cang was somewhat excited, "Ah, finally home!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Qianling gazed at the distant valley and couldn't help but smile. For her, who had been wandering since childhood, Peach Blossom Valley was indeed her second home.
But as the warship drew closer, they were all taken aback. Was this still their paradise?
This is simply a magnificent, golden palace!
The original dilapidated main hall has not only been renovated but also has been decorated with many magnificent decorations, making it look much more majestic and imposing.
In addition, several side halls suddenly sprang up on the previously unused open space not far away, along with several unfinished martial arts training grounds...
Ming Cang and the elders exchanged glances before he came to his senses. He hadn't expected the Nan family to be so meticulous and actually help them repair and rebuild their houses. So he laughed and flew off impatiently.
"Is this...is this really our Peach Blossom Valley?"
Xiao Huan stared blankly at everything, then looked at Jian Yu, who was equally stunned, and hesitated slightly before saying, "Right..."
"Hey, what's that?" A simple-minded disciple was sweeping the steps when he looked up at the warship flying in the distance. He then saw Ming Cang and the elders flying over on their swords and exclaimed happily, "It's the sect leader! They're back!"
"Sect Leader!"
"Hey, Meng Xiaoshan, how's everything at the sect?"
"It's fine. I keep the sect spotless every day. You can see for yourself!"
Ming Cang patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, "Well done!"
Meng Xiaoshan scratched his head and chuckled, "Thank you for the compliment, Sect Leader!"
"Fatty Meng, I'm back!" Xiao Huan jumped off the warship, beaming with smugness. "Did you miss me?"
"Hmph, why would I miss you?"
"Oh, this is so sad."
"Hey, tell me about your competition?"
"OK!"
"Alright! You can talk about it at the banquet." Ming Cang interrupted Xiao Huan, pointed to the few young cultivators squatting at the bottom of the steps, and asked, "What's going on with them?"
He had been looking at them for a while and felt they looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember who they were.
Meng Xiaoshan: "Sect Leader, have you forgotten? They were all originally disciples of Peach Blossom Valley, but didn't they all leave Peach Blossom Valley later? These past few days, for some reason, they have returned one after another, saying that they want to continue to serve Peach Blossom Valley, but they were kicked out by the Fourth Elder!"
"Oh, I see."
"Besides them, several other cultivators wanted to join Peach Blossom Valley a few days ago, but the Fourth Elder rejected them all, telling them to wait until you return!"
"Oh, where is the Fourth Elder?"
"Huh? She was just here a moment ago. Maybe she went back to the library."
Ming Cang nodded and looked down the steps, instructing, "Qian Ling, go and persuade them all to leave. We in Peach Blossom Valley have already been more than kind to them. Let them find a way to make a living elsewhere."
After he finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and strode towards the library.
Upon hearing this, Yu Qianling's face froze for a moment, then he grinned and said, "Disciple understands!"
...
Within the Heavenly Sea and the Misty Pavilion.
A loud clang, the sound of porcelain shattering, came from inside the room.
The maids serving outside looked at each other in silence, wondering why their usually well-mannered young master had become so irritable these days.
The red glow of the sunset reflected on the sea shone into the elegant room through the small window.
At this moment, Qingyu sat barefoot on the floor, her long, black hair loose and cascading down her shoulders.
Since the preliminary competition ended, Qingyu has been unable to sleep day and night. The scenes of being humiliated in the illusion keep appearing in his mind...
As a result, several days have passed, and he has been unable to concentrate on his cultivation at all. He even almost made a mistake the day before yesterday.
"That bastard...that shameless scoundrel..."
He was completely baffled. Under the attack of that illusory sound, he was completely unaffected. Not only was his soul captured, but it also did that kind of thing to him...
His fingertips touched his lips, his face filled with resentment. How could a man have taken advantage of him... and stolen his first kiss?!
Thinking of this, he punched the floor a few times in frustration, wishing he could kill that person immediately to vent his anger. "Feng Yue, I will never forgive you in the future!"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by a deep voice, "Yu'er, it's Father!"
Qingyu's heart tightened, and she quickly put on her shoes, straightened her clothes, and opened the door. "Father, what brings you here?"
"I just got back from outside. I heard you got injured in the preliminary round?"
"I'm fine..."
Qing Shiyu strode into the room, looked at her son who hadn't seen her for a long time and whose face was haggard, and said, "Stretch out your hand, let me examine your spiritual veins."
"Father, I'm all better now, there's no need to examine my spiritual veins anymore..."
"real?"
Qingyu nodded. "Father, please sit down."
Qing Shiyu finally breathed a sigh of relief. "When your master sent me a telepathic message, it really worried me."
"Master is making a fuss over nothing. I already told you everything's fine..."
Qing Shiyu said seriously, "How can this be a small matter? Hasn't that little girl Lan Yu become an idiot now?"
"Why didn't you heed your master's advice and entered someone else's illusion without permission?"
"What will your father do if something happens to you?"
Upon hearing this, Qingyu's face showed remorse, "Father, I won't be so reckless again..."
Seeing that he was silent with his eyes downcast, Qing Shiyu guessed that this was quite a blow to him, so she snorted coldly: "Tell your father who hurt you, and I'll go and teach him a lesson so you can vent your anger, okay?"
"Huh?" Qing Yu was stunned for a moment. He really wanted to teach that bastard a lesson, but going to his door like this would only give people something to talk about, right?
Moreover, if his father were to find out what happened in the illusion, Feng Yue's life would probably be in danger...
etc!
Why should I worry about him?!
As if realizing something, Qingyu shook her head violently and cursed under her breath.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
That guy deserves to die!
They deserve to be torn to pieces!
...
"Yu'er, what's wrong?"
Looking at her son's expression, Qing Shiyu frowned and said, "Don't worry, just say what you need to say. Your father will seek justice for you!"
"Father, no need. I will avenge this myself in the future..."
“Alright.” After chatting with Qing Shiyu for a while, a disciple from the Misty Pavilion stepped forward and said respectfully, “Young Master, this is a communication jade slip that just arrived from the Illusionary Sound Sect.”
Qingyu scanned the jade slip with her divine sense, frowned slightly, and said, "Father, there is an urgent matter in the Illusionary Sound Sect, and I must set off to return."
"Yes, you need to take good care of yourself and be more careful in your actions."
"Yes, I understand."
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