Leng Yan entered the sect and headed towards Qingfeng Hall where the leader of Qingyuan Sect lived. However, he stopped when he arrived at the square. The square was very lively today. From time to time, one could hear the sounds of fighting and explosions caused by the collision of spiritual powers.
Leng Yan hid his figure and walked towards the square, then saw disciples of Qingyuan Sect competing with disciples of other sects, while Wen Shi and some elders of other sects were sitting on the high platform watching.
Leng Yan immediately understood this. This was an exchange meeting between the various sects, held almost every year, but she had never attended, as she disliked large crowds. Judging from the situation, it was Qingyuan Sect's turn to host this year.
Leng Yan felt bored after watching a few matches. Just as he was about to leave, he heard an unknown disciple shout, "I want to challenge Fellow Daoist Leng Yan."
As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell all around. Finally, Qingyu's voice, tinged with a smile, broke the silence, saying, "Yan'er is still out there training and hasn't returned to the sect yet. Young friend, please let someone else spar with you."
The man's face was obviously unhappy after hearing this, but he didn't say anything in the end and went to find other disciples to learn from him.
Because of this little episode, Leng Yan turned around to see the strength of the disciple who said he wanted to challenge him. Finally, he gave a fair evaluation in his heart: he was in the early stage of transformation, which was okay, but his temperament was too impetuous.
But the next few competitions made her frown. This person obviously treated other disciples as punching bags and bullied others by relying on his high level of cultivation.
Han Qing wanted to speak up to stop him when he saw this, but was stopped by Wen Shi's eyes. Although Han Qing didn't understand, he didn't say anything in the end. Then Wen Shi withdrew his gaze, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
Yan'er, why don't you come out to say hello when you come back?
The other elders wanted to stop them, but seeing that the elders and the leader of the host Qingyuan Sect did not say anything, they did not know what they were thinking, so they did not say anything either.
When he saw that disciple was about to kill the Qing Yuan Sect disciple again, Leng Yan said, "Stop."
Then a figure appeared, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice. The disciples of Qingyuan Sect saw the familiar clothes and instantly recognized that it was their eldest sister who had returned.
Instantly, they all felt a sense of joy at finally getting what they wanted. However, the disciple had already launched his attack and couldn't retract it. Just as the Qing Yuan Sect disciple was worried about no one to save her, a burst of spiritual power blocked the attack.
Then Leng Yan landed beside her and helped her up. His sect's disciples looked at Leng Yan and wondered who this person was and why they had never seen him before.
The disciple on the stage asked their question at this moment: "Who are you and why are you interfering with our competition?" Leng Yan turned around and looked at the disciple, then raised his jade-like fingers to remove the mask.
The moment the mask was removed, the disguise disappeared.
When they saw her face, everyone was stunned. The person in front of them had a beauty that could not be described in words. Her hair, eyes and even eyelashes were silver. She was like a fairy in the moon, born in the mortal world but making people feel that they dared not blaspheme. She was also like the moonlight, cold and aloof, making people unable to touch her forever.
Then Leng Yan's cold voice was heard: "I am the senior sister of the Qingyuan Sect and the chief disciple, Leng Yan. I hope you can teach me." The people around him whispered to each other. Then everyone saw Leng Yan turn around and bow to Wen Shi on the high platform, saying: "Master, I am back."
There was no emotion in her eyes, which were hidden by her silver eyelashes, but her gesture of saluting was very proper, and no one could find any fault with it.
Wen Shi smiled and nodded, saying, "It's good that Yan'er is back." Leng Yan straightened up after hearing this, turned around and looked at the disciple, saying, "Didn't Daoist Fellow originally want to spar with me? Then come."
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciple attacked Leng Yan in the face. Leng Yan clenched her hands, and the Hanyue Sword turned into a fan and was held in her hand. Then the fan opened to block the attack.
Then, while the disciple hadn't reacted yet, the fan swung fiercely and attacked the disciple. The disciple tried to dodge but was blocked by the airtight attack. So he had no choice but to take it head-on.
Seeing Leng Yan's ruthless attack and the frosty look on her face, everyone knew that Leng Yan wanted to vent her anger for those disciples who had been killed, but they did not dare to speak up to stop her. Not to mention the Qingyuan Sect behind Leng Yan, they could not afford to offend Leng Yan just because of her strength.
The disciples of Qingyuan Sect understood their senior sister's intention and were instantly moved. They cheered for her from below, but received an extremely cold look from Leng Yan. In an instant, they felt a cold light on their bodies and fell silent like a bird with its throat strangled. They shrank their necks and quietly retreated.
They understood the meaning in Leng Yan's eyes: It seems that you have slacked off in your cultivation and actually allowed others to bully you.
Needless to say, the next few days of training would be with their senior sister again. Suddenly, they burst into tears and felt that their lives had lost hope. But at the same time, they were also happy to be able to admire their senior sister's stunning beauty. They just hoped that they would have more perseverance and not faint from excessive excitement.
Finally, Leng Yan broke several of the disciple's bones before kicking him away. The man fell to the ground, splashing dust.
Leng Yan landed steadily, straightened his sleeves, and then glanced lazily at the disciple, as if talking to the disciple and others: "Why, is the Qingyuan Sect now in decline? Everyone wants to challenge me without even considering whether their own cultivation is sufficient."
These words were spoken without restraint, and someone's face instantly turned red with anger. The elder of the sect to which the disciple belonged pointed at Leng Yan and said angrily: "You are simply arrogant and domineering, looking down on everyone, and simply vicious. Your Qingyuan Sect has produced disciples like this."
Leng Yan listened and glanced at the elder without much concern, then looked at Wen Shi with a clear meaning in his eyes: deal with it.
Before the elder could say anything else, Qingyu smiled and said, "Elder Gong, don't be angry. You know Yan'er has been gifted since she was young, and she's a bit arrogant. Plus, she's still young and thoughtless, so I didn't act with caution. I hope you can forgive me."
Wen Shi also spoke up at this time: "Are you blaming me for not teaching my disciples well? Why don't you ask your disciples why their cultivation is so low at the same age as them?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the elder realized that he had lost his voice in his haste. Seeing Wen Shi's unhappy expression, his heart sank and he immediately apologized with a smile, "How dare I? I was just worried that my disciple might say something he shouldn't have said. I hope that Master Wen will forgive me."
Wen Shi looked at him for a long time before speaking again: "Sit down, but think carefully before you speak next time to avoid unnecessary trouble."
The elder, understanding the meaning of his words, nodded and sat down in the back. The disciple had already been carried away by the other disciples.
Seeing that the matter was resolved, Leng Yan asked Wen Shi to leave first, and left after getting Wen Shi's permission.
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