Chapter 38 The Sect's Backing
"Your presence is an honor to welcome us!"
At this moment, Fu Zhenghan walked out of the private room, still looking like a Taoist immortal. He glanced at Ye Luo with his narrow eyes and said, "Sect Leader Ming, it's been a long time."
Ming Cang smiled and stepped forward to exchange pleasantries, saying, "Oh my, you're right! Sect Leader Fu looks even younger!"
"Did that unruly disciple offend you?" Fu Zhenghan asked with a smile.
"Not at all, not at all. Your disciples are too enthusiastic. They just wanted to catch up with my little disciple."
"Oh? My little apprentice?"
At this moment, Fu Zhenghan walked towards Ye Luo, his face grim, and said sternly, "You wicked disciple, why aren't you kneeling down?!"
"Sect Leader Fu, are you talking about me?" Ye Luo's eyes were full of disdain, but his lips still held a calm and unhurried expression.
"You left the mountain without permission, and now you've even switched allegiance to another sect. If you admit your mistake now, I'll spare your life!"
"What wrong have I done? You know perfectly well who is right and who is wrong, so why put on this act? It's utterly disgusting!"
"How dare you!"
Fu Zhenghan's face was frosty. He hadn't expected that his usually timid disciple would dare to contradict him in public. He was momentarily embarrassed.
Just as he was about to step forward and teach him a lesson, a powerful pressure suddenly came over him, stunning him.
His pupils contracted rapidly as he scrutinized Ye Luo before him. The powerful force he had just felt seemed to have originated from him.
As Fu Zhenghan was still wondering, Ming Cang's face darkened, and he said, "Sect Leader Fu, Ye Luo is now my beloved disciple. If you want to harm him, you'd better think it over carefully!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhenghan's expression turned even uglier. He said, "Hmph, such a rebellious piece of trash is actually treasured by Sect Leader Ming. It seems that your Peach Blossom Valley has truly reached its end."
"Sect Leader Fu, you are sorely mistaken! Ye Luo is the most outstanding disciple I have ever seen in my life!"
Upon hearing this, the members of the Tianfeng Sect couldn't help but sneer and whisper among themselves.
"Virtue is also a form of self-cultivation; I hope we can all strive together!"
Ming Cang glared at the Tianfeng Sect members, patted Ye Luo on the shoulder, and said, "Little Luo, let's go!"
Ye Luo's nose tingled slightly, and she chuckled, "Mmm!"
"Ye Luo, you can't beat me." Bai Ruoqian said confidently, raising her chin slightly.
Ye Luo shook her head at her, giving her a disdainful sneer, "Childish." Then she sat on her flying fan and left.
Bai Ruoqian glared at his departing figure, cursing inwardly in annoyance. Suddenly, her inner soul told her, "Something's wrong with him."
"What do you mean?" Bai Ruoqian asked.
"He has already reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage; his cultivation speed is truly astonishing."
Upon hearing this, Bai Ruoqian was startled. She possessed various unique cultivation resources, which enabled her to quickly reach the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
"How is this possible? Besides, he's clearly a pseudo-spiritual root!"
Heart Soul Guide: "I don't know the specifics, but it's been confirmed that he's become one of the variables. We'll use the old method again and find an opportunity to eliminate him as well."
Bai Ruoqian's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as she said, "Anyone who dares to block my way deserves to die!"
Inside the inn in Tiankun City.
Because of the Immortal Alliance Grand Competition, the inns in the city were almost full. Ming Cang led his group to several inns before finally finding two rooms.
So, Yu Qianling and the other three women squeezed into one room, while the rest of the group squeezed into another room, leaving almost no room to even step.
"Finally, I can rest!" After several days of traveling, Cen Feng collapsed on the bed, unwilling to move at all.
"Junior Brother Cen...you're stepping on me!" Xiao Huan said weakly, his eyes bruised.
Ye Luo sat cross-legged on the table, looking around the room with a sense of despair. It was so crowded that there wasn't even a place to lie down, and there was a strong, sour smell...
He really couldn't stand it!
Ye Luo quietly jumped out of the room and headed straight for the next room, "Senior Sister..."
With a creak, Yu Xian'er opened the door and asked, "Junior Brother, what's wrong?"
"Help!" Ye Luo cried, her nostrils stuffed with rolled-up paper, looking utterly pathetic. "They smell of sweat, their feet, and they snore... I want to squeeze in with you..."
Yu Xian'er covered her mouth and chuckled, then said softly, "Come in quickly!"
"Hey hey hey, I want one too—" At this moment, Cen Feng also ran out at some point, secretly watching them talk.
Yu Xian'er glared at him and slammed the door shut.
"...Senior sister is biased!"
Cen Feng squatted down outside the door, feeling wronged, and muttered softly, "Ever since my junior brother came along... none of you love me anymore!"
"Fourth Senior Brother won't give me his roasted meat."
"My senior brother won't give me any more spirit stones."
"Even my second senior sister doesn't care about me anymore, sob sob sob..."
"..." Ye Luo listened to his words and suddenly felt inexplicably ridiculous. It was like he was competing for attention with his second child.
About fifteen minutes later, Cen Feng was still muttering outside. Yu Qianling, slumped on the bed, sighed and said, "Let him in, he's so noisy..."
After Cen Feng successfully entered the house, Xiao Huan, who had been secretly peeking, was extremely envious. "Holy crap, this works too?"
He cleared his throat, about to speak, when suddenly the sound of a beating came from inside the room, followed by Cen Feng's humble pleas for mercy. This made him abruptly withdraw his hand, which was about to knock on the door, and slink back into the room.
The next day.
In the inns of all sizes within Tiankun City, the waiters began their busy work as early as 3 AM.
The grand opening ceremony of the competition will be held around 3:45 AM, and all participants from the Immortal Alliance must be present to discuss the details.
Ye Luo lay on the small couch, unable to get up, her feet resting on Cen Feng on the ground. The two of them slept sprawled out like dead pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
After washing up, Yu Qianling kicked Cen Feng and yelled, "You two get up and have breakfast!"
Ye Luo squinted and opened her eyes, looking at the pitch-black sky outside the window, then slumped back down, dragging out a long, nasal sound as she reluctantly got out of bed, "Ugh... just a little longer..."
"Stop sleeping! Let's get hyped! We can go fight today!"
"Hmm..." Ye Luo closed his eyes and let her sway him. He had been traveling for several days in a row, and he hadn't slept well last night. He felt like his whole body was going to collapse.
"Never mind, let him lie down a bit longer." Yu Xian'er came over with a hot towel and carefully wiped his face and neck. The warm and moist feeling gradually dispelled his fatigue.
Looking at the gentle woman before her, Ye Luo hugged her arm and said coquettishly, "Second Senior Sister...you're so kind!"
"Feeling better now?"
"Um!"
"Then get up quickly."
At this moment, Cen Feng, who was on the ground, rubbed his face against the ground and came over, hugging Yu Xian'er's feet, saying, "Second Senior Sister, wipe my feet too..."
"Wipe it yourself!" At this moment, Nan Muyin walked in, glanced at him, and said, "Hurry up and go down for breakfast, we have to leave soon!"
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