Qingya felt that Mo Yan was being even more unreasonable. She used to think that Mo Yan was obedient and sensible, which was why she reluctantly stayed here. What was he trying to do now?
"Impossible, this is my apprentice. How could you..."
"Smack."
Mo Yan walked over and slapped Qing Ya again, the slap was clean and swift.
"You!" Qingya was furious, seeing that the image of the aloof monarch was about to collapse.
"What? You live in someone else's house and have the nerve to take my things and give them away, making a complete mess of my house? Where is your shame? Where is your so-called gentlemanly demeanor? Where did it go?"
What you mean by keeping everything simple is making my house a complete mess?
Qingya, you need to understand this: although we are Daoist partners, it doesn't mean you can touch my things as you please, understand?
Mo Yan's current appearance was unfamiliar to Qing Ya. Qing Ya had always been a very obedient woman, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was a good wife and mother.
“You weren’t like this before.” Qingya frowned, her gaze scrutinizing Moyan. “You’re not Moyan!”
"Pah, get the hell out of here."
Mo Yan kicked her again, her gaze towards Qing Ya growing even colder. "Don't forget that you were the one who proposed to me. I've tolerated you for so long since I married you, and now look what this thing you've brought back."
As Mo Yan was about to attack Leng Ling, Qing Ya attacked with a burst of spiritual energy without thinking. Mo Yan turned around in shock, forgetting to dodge.
Cheng Yue blocked the attack directly, her face dark as she looked at Qing Ya, "Qing Ya, what's wrong with you? This is your wife, why did you attack Mo Yan? She's carrying your child!"
Cheng Yue is Qing Ya's master and one of the sect's elders. They watched Mo Yan grow up. When she was young, Mo Yan was unruly and a naughty little girl. But after she became Qing Ya's Daoist partner, she really changed a lot. She became gentle and calm. They all saw Mo Yan's concession.
"Uncle-Master Chengyue, please do justice for Mo Yan. Look, I've only been in seclusion for a few days, and he's already let this woman turn my home into this mess."
We are different from ordinary people. Even if we become Daoist partners, it doesn't mean my home becomes her property. My parents' bedroom and my mother's jewelry were all used by this woman. My home was completely altered.
"Uncle-Master, this is my home, the only memento my parents left me. I'm truly heartbroken, please help me!"
Mo Yan's tears came suddenly. She looked at Cheng Yue with a particularly aggrieved expression, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Sorry, the original owner was extremely good at crying, a skill she had possessed since childhood.
Seeing Mo Yan crying her heart out, Cheng Yue felt that this was Mo Yan's true self.
"Don't worry, Mo Yan, your senior uncle will stand up for you." He looked at Qing Ya with a dark face, his eyes filled with disappointment. "Qing Ya, do you know you've done wrong?"
"Master, these are just material possessions, why does she value them so much? Since we don't need them, what's wrong with giving them to Leng Ling?"
Qingya still doesn't think he's wrong. Anyway, he and Moyan don't need it, so what's wrong with making Lengling happy?
"This is not your palace! This is not your cave dwelling either. It is the only memento left to Mo Yan by her parents. It is not your property, so why should you give it to your disciple?"
Qingya, this is your mother-in-law's place, the place they lived before they ascended to immortality. How could you destroy it? If you want to give something to your disciple, then go find it yourself. What kind of person takes Mo Yan's? That person isn't Mo Yan's disciple, and Mo Yan didn't give her permission.
"Immediately restore this place to its original state, return everything, and you will go to the Cliff of Repentance to reflect on your actions. Before that, receive 20 strokes of the cane. As for Leng Ling, give her 10 strokes and abolish her cultivation. Do you have any objections?"
Leng Ling looked at Qing Ya in fear, clutching his sleeve tightly, "Master..."
"Master... your disciple is willing to take Leng Ling's place..."
Cheng Yue struck Leng Ling directly with a palm, instantly crippling her cultivation.
“Everyone must pay the price for their actions, and even you and I will personally punish you with a cane. From now on, get out of here. You are not to be allowed to enter here again. Until then, restore everything to its original state.”
Leng Ling's cultivation was destroyed, and she immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
Qingya felt a pang of heartache seeing this, and she looked directly at Moyan, saying, "You truly are the most vicious woman."
Mo Yan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, walked directly to Qing Ya, smiled at him, and then slapped him.
Qingya was sent flying and coughed up blood.
"Perhaps it's because I've done so much for you that everything seems so natural to you."
What do you mean by giving this woman things? Master and apprentice giving each other jewelry? Master and apprentice letting her stay in your mother-in-law's room? You two really disgust me!
From now on, get out of here. Didn't you say you liked peace and quiet? Go back to your cave. Didn't you say you liked simplicity and didn't need anyone's help? Well, then you can live on your own.
Furthermore, this disciple of yours has ruined everything my parents gave me. I don't agree to you taking her as a disciple. If you insist on doing so, from now on we are two separate mountains, with no further connection. I despise her, understand?
Soon others arrived. Everyone knew that Mo Yan's parents had truly given everything for the Xianle Sect, devoting themselves wholeheartedly to it and making great contributions. But now Mo Yan was being bullied, and this was unacceptable.
"Your Majesty, you've gone too far! This is a palace left behind by two supreme gods. How can your disciple live here? What right does she have?"
"Isn't that a divine artifact? How come it's on Leng Ling's body too!"
Mo Yan then realized that the two of them had already hooked up and started practicing swordsmanship.
Mo Yan immediately withdrew both swords and placed them in her spatial ring.
"My sword!" Leng Ling glared fiercely at Mo Yan. "Master's wife, that's my sword."
"You're talking nonsense. That's our Uncle Mo Yan's sword. It's the sword of two high gods. They left it to our Uncle Mo Yan after they ascended to heaven. You're really shameless, claiming it as yours as soon as you arrive."
Leng Ling looked at Qing Ya with a wronged expression, then looked at them firmly, "This sword was given to me by my master, so it is naturally mine. He also taught me swordsmanship."
"Swordsmanship?" Mo Yan looked at Qing Ya sarcastically upon hearing this. "This swordsmanship requires perfect harmony of mind and intention. Are you two going to practice it?"
As soon as Mo Yan said this, everyone looked at Qing Ya. Yes, this sword technique requires perfect understanding between mind and body.
What is Lord Qingya trying to do? Is he trying to connect with Leng Ling on a deeper level? What about Martial Uncle Moyan?
"You, Qingya-jun, how dare you bully my young lady like this? Elder Chengyue, look at your disciple, is this how you treat my young lady?"
"Two gods, please come back and see! Our young lady has been wronged by that heartless man!" Old Mu burst into tears, utterly heartbroken.
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