Old Mu cried his heart out, and Elder Cheng Yue's face darkened even more as he quickly tried to comfort him. This was because Old Mu's cultivation was higher than theirs, but he was worried about Mo Yan not having ascended yet.
"Don't worry, Lao Mu, I will definitely stand up for Mo Yan."
Hearing Cheng Yue's assurance, Lao Mu stopped crying and looked at Qingya Residence with icy eyes as if he were looking at a corpse. "If Elder Cheng Yue cannot make the decision, it doesn't matter. I will come personally. Anyone who bullies my young lady will be killed."
Qingya's expression changed, and he twitched with anger. Even from a distance, you could see that he was clenching his fists tightly, and his nose was red.
This old man is really arrogant. Does he really think he's easy to bully?
However, he had completely forgotten about that. He only thought that Leng Ling was also a good candidate for learning swordsmanship, and that they had a great rapport and could practice swordsmanship together.
"Mo Yan, you're not a sword cultivator, so what if you let us practice?"
They still act as if it's all perfectly reasonable, believing that everything they say is right and that whatever they do is their duty.
"This is my sword, this is my sword technique. I let you practice because you are my husband. Why should she practice it?"
This sword technique requires mutual understanding. You and she are in perfect harmony, so what am I? Qingya, you really are…” Mo Yan laughed immediately, of course, mocking her. “I used to think you were a bit fame-seeking, wanting fame for everything.”
You want people to think you're a gentleman, so you always keep a cold face and act aloof.
I wanted people to say that I wasn't after everything my parents left me, and that I wanted it to be just the two of us living here, and I agreed.
They even agreed to be gentler and more understanding, but what happened?
"I gave you everything, and you just throw all my concessions to the wind, is that it?"
Mo Yan immediately took out her magical artifact, a spirit whip. Because she was a pill cultivator, her parents were afraid that their daughter would be bullied, so they forged a whip for her containing their spiritual power, which could protect her at any time.
Her whip could withstand the attacks of a Nascent Soul stage expert. "Since you don't want the respect I'm giving you, then don't blame me."
My magical artifact is naturally mine. I gave it to you because you are my husband. What is she anyway?
My things are mine, and I don't want them to gather dust; that's none of your business.
"My uncles and aunts touched my mother's things, how about I personally give them ten lashes?"
Being able to do it myself feels so great!
“Of course.” Cheng Yue nodded immediately. He also disliked Leng Ling. “You dare to alter your palace so casually? Even if Qing Ya agrees, don’t you know you have a master’s wife?”
Seeing this, Qingya immediately stood in front of Leng Ling and looked coldly at Mo Yan, "I'll take the blame for her."
"Qingya, your behavior today has truly impressed everyone in the Xianle Sect."
It was clearly Leng Ling's mistake, yet he repeatedly defended her, making everyone feel that this elegant ruler was not at all the kind of person who cared for the world and its people that he claimed to be.
Lacking basic principles and fairness, and unwilling to let her own disciple be punished—how can such a person become the next leader of the sect?
"Senior Brother Qingya, are you going to betray our trust? You were the one who said that mistakes should be punished, so why are you being unwilling to do so when it comes to your disciple?"
The one speaking was Qingya's junior brother. Back then, he had only made a mistake by accident, but Qingya acted as if not punishing him would lead to bigger mistakes in the future. She was incredibly impartial. But now...
"Yes, Lord Qingya, you yourself said you would treat everyone equally for the sake of all living beings. Now, are you disregarding justice for the sake of your disciple?"
Qingya was caught in a dilemma. He looked at the disciples of the Immortal Music Sect and said, "This is clearly Mo Yan being unreasonable. She's clearly not a sword cultivator, so what if she used it? And this place, there's no need to care so much about where we live. My father-in-law and mother-in-law have already ascended, so they don't need to..."
"Smack!"
Mo Yan lashed out with her whip, striking Qing Ya and causing her to cough up blood.
"If you say another word, I'll cripple you! My parents have ascended to heaven, and this is my place. What right does she have to change it? Restore it to its original state immediately, or I'll make your souls vanish!"
Mo Yan was filled with anger, and her spiritual energy swirled around the whip.
"Miss, please don't get agitated. This old servant will handle it."
Old Mu hurried up the mountain, looking down at Qingya. "Qingya, you need to understand one thing: none of this belongs to you. You can give your things to your disciple as you please, but if they're not yours, giving them to them is usurpation. Since you want to help her take the punishment, fine, I'll do it. You're protecting your disciple so much, completely ignoring your mistakes. Could it be that you two have a secret affair?"
Otherwise, how could the usually fair and just Lord Qingya suddenly become blind to reason today?
Qingya's lips were still stained with blood, her eyes were bloodshot, and she gritted her teeth as she spoke, "You're talking nonsense!"
"Just because you say I'm lying doesn't mean you can cover up the truth. We can all see exactly what you did. Revert to the original state immediately!"
Qingya could only begin to recover to his original state. If he hadn't been seriously injured, it might not have been so difficult. By the time he fully recovered, his spiritual energy was exhausted.
The subsequent caning was personally administered by Old Mu, each blow carrying real force, leaving Qingya with torn skin and bleeding flesh. As for Leng Ling…
“Since Qingya is going to take the beating for her apprentice, then let her be beaten. Old Mu, don’t be polite to her.”
Qingya: "..." He has no spiritual power left!
After striking them thirty times, Mo Yan went straight up to the two of them, reached out and took back all their belongings.
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