Chapter 123 Who's Bullying Whom? A Good Show
"What's wrong?"
"Yu Tianxing? What is he doing? And who is that person opposite him?"
The only way to Xitang was through a tree-lined path, which was blocked by three rings of young disciples, making the road completely impassable.
The frail girl, her face pale, stood looking up in front of the boy, her hands clasped together nervously, her fingertips clenching nervously.
The girl's lips trembled as if she wanted to say something, but before she could utter a word, the man was struck hard and curled up like a shrimp, falling sideways in an instant.
His thin, small body was sent flying high into the air, then wobbled weakly like a kite with a broken string before crashing to the ground with a thud, scattering mud everywhere.
Everyone heard the sound of bones cracking. The girl landed on the back of her head, her face deathly pale. In her dazed state, her slightly open eyes still tried to look at the boy.
The handsome young man, looking listless, showed a hint of impatience in his eyes. He tossed a sentence at the small body lying on the ground: "Don't bother me." Then he turned and left.
The girl seemed to finally give in; her head tilted limply to the side, her eyes closed, and she lost consciousness completely.
"What's wrong with Yu Tianxing? I've never seen him get so angry before," a passing disciple asked curiously.
"I saw this junior sister next to him a few days ago. I was thinking that it was rare for an outer disciple to get close to him."
"That junior sister shamelessly kept pestering him, and Yu Tianxing finally couldn't take it anymore and made a move," the innermost disciple said gleefully.
"Serves him right. He thought he could curry favor with someone powerful, but now he's messed with the wrong person."
"Let's go, let's go. We still have class." The disciples who had been watching the commotion dispersed, bypassing the person lying on the ground, and headed towards the study hall.
Only five or six disciples remained standing in the same spot.
After their eyes darted around to make sure no one was around, the five or six disciples exchanged glances. With a slight movement of their sleeves, they soon produced weapons such as wooden sticks, daggers, and swords.
"Let's go, let's go." The leading disciple had a stern appearance but sinister eyes. He walked towards the person lying on the ground first, "Let's finish her off once and for all."
The other five followed suit, surrounding Ji Mingran. In an instant, sharp silver weapons flashed and wooden sticks flew in disarray as each of them raised and lowered their weapons, striking the unconscious man fiercely!
The sharp blade struck just millimeters from their faces, and a sudden gust of wind lashed out, whipping the six men like a heavy lash. The six men felt a sharp pain in their waists and abdomens, their backs arched, and they were sent flying in all directions, crashing into tree trunks and rocks behind them.
"Ouch."
"Ouch."
"ah!"
"Chen, Chen Xian, what's going on?"
The six men, seeing stars, lay on the ground groaning in pain for a long time before finally asking in broken sentences.
Chen Xian was the one who had led the attack. He took a deep breath and struggled to get up from the ground, looking up at the person he had intended to ambush. But the small body was still lying motionless on the ground, completely unaware of what was happening.
If it wasn't her, then who was it? Who was it? Chen Xian asked in surprise. In a flash, a thought crossed his mind.
Oh no, that can't be it!
A pair of spotless white shoes came into his view.
Chen Xian looked up in shock: "You, how could you...?"
The young man, with a face like a banished immortal in a painting, had eyes like cold stars and a face as calm as water.
The group, who had been exclaiming "Oh dear!", immediately fell silent.
"You dare to challenge me?" The cold voice was as light as a feather, yet it struck everyone like a thunderclap, making their hearts skip a beat.
As expected! Chen Xian felt a cold sweat break out on his back. Yu Tianxing was notoriously fastidious; he hated others touching him or his things, even those he disliked and discarded.
Once it's in his hands, no one else is allowed to touch it.
"I'm sorry, I forgot." Chen Xian apologized through gritted teeth and bowed his head. Chen Xian and his group were used to bullying the junior disciples, but he knew in his heart that the personal disciples were absolutely not to be offended. Even with Mao Qingyun's help, he could not cross the line.
Moreover, the person in front is the sect leader's son.
Yu Tianxing was a cold and aloof person, not liking to pay attention to others, and even less liking others to pay attention to him. His aloof personality did not mean he was easy to bully, but if you got in his way, you would definitely not have a good ending. Thinking of this, Chen Xian secretly glanced at the person lying on the ground who was still unconscious.
The living examples are right before our eyes.
"We were out of our minds. Senior Brother Yu already has plans to deal with her. We shouldn't have created any unnecessary complications."
Yu Tianxing remained silent, but Chen Xian clearly felt that chilling gaze pressing heavily on him and not leaving.
Chen Xian didn't dare to look up for a long time until the pressure of being silently stared at by the beast suddenly disappeared, and only then did he dare to glance at it out of the corner of his eye.
The white shoes are gone.
Chen Xian breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his attitude was sincere enough. For Mao Qingyun's sake, Yu Tianxing wouldn't do anything.
"Chen Xian, shall we continue?" The other disciples, still lying on the ground, looked at him hesitantly, still holding sticks and other tools in their hands.
"Are you still courting death?!" Chen Xian spat. "Yu Tianxing is determined to torture her slowly. She won't last more than a few days. Let's go!"
The six men got up from the ground, helped each other up, and stumbled away from the woods.
Under the blazing sun, waves of heat washed over the body lying on the ground. The unconscious girl was simply abandoned there, left to fend for herself.
In a corner of the woods, Jiang Chaoxing hid in the shadows, her eyes calm and unwavering. After waiting for a while to make sure no one returned, she lowered her fingertips, which were shrouded in black poison.
Very well, Yu Tianxing has never liked others interfering in his affairs. Since he has made up his mind to deal with this little one himself, he doesn't need to do anything extra, lest he end up like those little disciples, which is neither appreciated nor rewarding.
Although it is unknown why Yu Tianxing suddenly developed a slight interest in this little one, it is certain that Yu Tianxing currently dislikes her very much.
He felt disgusted and wouldn't stay any longer. After confirming, Jiang Chaoxing left the forest.
A gentle breeze rustled through the green shade, and the person lying on the ground, whose breathing was initially weak, gradually became long and even.
The branches and leaves rustled slightly, and white brocade shoes stepped out from the grass and walked to the person lying on the ground.
"Asleep?" The voice, cool and icy like the sound of striking jade, carried a hint of indulgence and helplessness.
A shadow was cast above the girl's eyes, which had been directly exposed to the sunlight, and her slightly furrowed eyelids instantly relaxed.
After an unknown amount of time, feeling the slight tickle of eyelashes brushing against his palm, Yu Tianxing smiled and asked, "Awake?"
"Hmm." The girl's voice was tinged with languor from just waking up. She raised her hand to take Yu Tianxing's hand off her eyelids and moved it away, her gaze meeting his deep, dark eyes that were looking down at her.
"Aren't you tired of blocking my way like this?" Ji Mingran sat up, and Yu Tianxing carefully supported her as if she were a seriously injured person.
"I'm not tired. Do you feel any discomfort?" Yu Tianxing looked her over carefully again and again. He had just checked her to make sure she was alright.
But he couldn't be sure about the primordial spirit aspect.
"Oh, these? It's nothing." Ji Mingran made a hand seal, and the large and small wounds on his body faded away, and his pale face regained its rosy glow.
"These junior disciples are only at the Qi Refining stage, and Jiang Chaoxing is only at the Foundation Establishment stage. My illusion array can still deceive them."
Throughout the entire incident, Ji Mingran remained lying on the ground. The actions of Yu Tianxing and the "she" who was knocked away were merely illusions created by the disciples who had entered the formation.
As for the "she" that Chen Xian and the others wanted to attack, it was also an illusion. She herself was lying ten meters away from the "she" that the illusion had conjured. In order to prevent "she" from being scattered, Yu Tianxing had no choice but to turn back and drive those people away.
Ji Mingran thought so, but when the conversation reached this point, Yu Tianxing spoke softly, his eyes cold, "Even if it's an illusion, we can't allow them to do this."
"They won't really hit me." Ji Mingran felt languid after waking up. He turned his head to look at Yu Tianxing, who was still kneeling, and simply lay down again.
This time, her head rested on his lap.
Ji Mingran was satisfied. This was much more comfortable than sleeping on the grass.
She continued to plan, saying, "In a couple of days, you can kick me out of the training hall. I've already mastered the posture for taking off and flying. You demonstrate the movement, and I'll fly backward, guaranteeing a precise connection. Or we can go to the training hall tonight to scout it out and practice some more."
Realizing she was leaning closer, the coldness in his dark eyes vanished instantly. Yu Tian gently shifted the head on his lap to make her more comfortable, and whispered, "Okay."
"Anyway, your second senior brother won't actually come to see. He's round and chubby, so he's not very active. It's enough to fool the junior disciple." Ji Mingran said with a grin, "Alright, I've solved your big problem. How are you going to repay me? As agreed, we'll split the profits you make here fifty-fifty."
Yu Tianxing stroked the black hair that was spread over her body, picked up a few strands and began to braid her hair: "Second Senior Brother just sent me a message, saying that he wants to give me the second volume of the Heart Sutra. Can I come to your room later? I will copy it and give it to you."
Strands of hair draped behind Yu Tianxing fell with his movements, drifting above Ji Mingran's face. Ji Mingran raised his fingertips, idly twirling Yu Tianxing's hair, and asked, "What is the use of this mental cultivation technique? Why is it that only Mao Qingyun possesses this book, and none of the other senior brothers and sisters have learned this technique?"
"The Nameless Sect is most skilled in astrology and divination. My senior sisters and brothers all learned the Six Yi Hexagrams and astrological calculations," Yu Tianxing said slowly. "Only I learned swordsmanship. The other day I went to Master Xu's class, but it was only to let me grasp some of the sect's traditional Taoist principles, but my research is not in this area."
Despite being the sect leader's child, he refuses to study the sect's inherited techniques. Ji Mingran pondered, "Is it because the two are incompatible?"
“Yes.” Yu Tianxing nodded. “The Gui Cang Heart Technique can help cultivators open up their spiritual meridians, which is beneficial for the flow of spiritual power in the future. However, this technique is domineering. Not only does it require cultivators to draw their Qi to the Foundation Establishment stage before they can practice this method, but if any one of the first six levels of the Heart Technique cannot be broken through on time, the cultivator will die from the reverse flow of Qi.”
Although it has many benefits, the requirements are strict, and no one has ever successfully mastered it before. If you want to learn this technique, you have to study and explore it on your own. It's fine if you slowly explore it, but if you fail to break through the limit, you will lose your life.
"How did this technique end up on your head?" Ji Mingran asked. If Yu Tianxing were not smart, he wouldn't be alive today.
"The Nameless Sect has possessed this technique for a long time, but has yet to find a suitable person to practice it. I was born with a greater ability to manipulate spiritual power than ordinary people, and my father saw that I was suitable, so he let me practice it." Yu Tianxing's fingertips continued to move, and small braids took shape in his hands: "I have explained the advantages and disadvantages of this technique to you. If you want to learn it, I need to study how to bypass the constraints before I can teach you. Although the Six Yi Divination and astrology are not my specialty, I have a slight understanding of its essentials. If you want to practice this path, you can come and ask me."
Ji Mingran held nothing back in front of him; the array she had just used alone was enough to show that she was definitely not a Qi cultivator.
“I won’t learn it.” She had learned enough. Ji Mingran said slowly, “As for learning fortune telling, I have no interest in it either. This path emphasizes faith, faith in the way of heaven, faith in destiny, but I only believe in myself, so it’s not suitable for me.”
Upon hearing this, Yu Tianxing smiled and said, "If you won't learn this or that, what's the point of learning these traditions?"
“Write it down, hide it, and pass it on.” Ji Mingran gave him an even brighter smile: “In the future, there will always be suitable people to learn it.”
“Since it was passed on to someone else, I will use my technique to replicate it for you. I won’t copy it,” Yu Tianxing said decisively.
He tapped the girl's smooth forehead and reminded her, "Although my second senior brother has handed over the second volume to me, this matter is not over. He will definitely not rest until he kicks you out. You must be more careful from today onwards, and I will keep a close eye on you."
"Don't worry about me, just focus on your cultivation," Ji Mingran said lazily, tugging at his hair.
Yu Tianxing remained silent, his dark eyes revealing his disapproval.
Meeting his gaze, Ji Mingran said leisurely, "Even if you are a genius, it still takes time for your cultivation to break through. The fact that he handed over the second volume at the exact time shows that he is certain that you will have no time to care about me afterward. Are you preparing to go into seclusion?"
Yu Tianxing embraced her tightly: "From today onwards, you will stay in my room, and I will watch over you while you cultivate, is that alright?"
"Go into seclusion and focus on your training. I'll handle the rest myself. Mao Qingyun eliminated us because he was worried that the other disciples wouldn't be able to pass the competition." Patting her arm, which was wrapped tightly around him, Ji Mingran smiled brightly and said, "I have a good solution to this problem."
Author's Note: I'm here! Sorry to keep you all waiting. Last week was full of bad luck and frustrations, but I hope good luck will come your way from now on. Wish me luck too! Keep going!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
