Chapter 110 Internal Strife
Lin Yujin stubbornly argued, "You've seen wrong!"
"Fine, you're willing to throw away your pride just to win!"
"That's because you're not as skilled as others!"
The high-ranking officials of the Azure Sky Sect and the Daoming Sect: "..."
No way, they've become this familiar in the blink of an eye?
Furthermore, these disciples, on whom the sect had placed high hopes, all seemed to be possessed by evil spirits in just a short time.
Both sect leaders stared intently at the Taixu Sect leader with distorted, narrow eyes.
Your house is haunted by some really powerful evil spirits.
Xu Yanzhou: "..." He hunched over familiarly, not daring to meet the eyes of the two of them.
Jiang Xianwan's head was throbbing from their noise. Her temper flared, and she slammed her hand on the table. "Stop arguing! A bunch of old men and young women, aren't you annoying!"
"Pull out another table. I have a mahjong table here. Didn't you all learn how to play? Get out of my way!"
As Yunzhou gained an extra table, the disciples started tearing each other apart.
"I got it first! Get lost!"
"Pah! I clearly touched this stool first!"
"I sat on it first!"
"Hehe, then everyone should stay home!"
The three direct descendants argued fiercely over a table and four chairs, causing quite a commotion.
The remaining four, who hadn't managed to get a seat, looked utterly aggrieved and surrounded Jiang Xianwan, demanding, "What are we going to do?!"
Jiang Xianwan didn't even look up. "You're in charge of serving tea and water, and massaging their backs and legs."
"Why should we!" the four shouted in unison.
Jiang Xianwan bid on four top-grade spirit stones, her cold eyes flashing like lightning as she glanced at them, "Just with these!"
"Okay! What kind of tea would you like? Chrysanthemum or jasmine?"
"Junior Sister Jiang, is your arm sore?"
"Get out of my way! This arm is mine! And I want that one too!"
"Screw you! This arm is mine!!! And the leg is mine too!!!"
"I've lost! I've lost!"
Amidst the heated argument, Xiu Yan gesticulated wildly, nearly overturning the table.
His composure and self-control from just now had vanished with the loss of a dozen or so spirit stones.
He eagerly stretched out a hand towards Jiang Xianwan, who was being torn to shreds by the four men, "Junior Sister Jiang, hurry up and pay up!"
Their Daoming Sect is so poor!
He spends all his money on his wife, and he needs to refine magical artifacts every now and then.
And those four bears... caused him to incur an enormous debt!
Jiang Xianwan smiled mischievously, showing no pain from losing money, and readily took out more than a dozen spirit stones.
The three high-ranking officials, who had been watching for a while, were speechless.
Okay, even though it's a bit crazy, isn't it also a way to quickly become one of us?
But...it looks like...a lot of fun.
Xu Yanzhou and Elder Tie looked at Jiang Xianwan, who was emptying spirit stones from her chest, with worried expressions. Xiu Yan was looking at her with an admiring gaze.
Why is Jiang Shimei's action of taking out spirit stones so captivating?
The leaders of the Azure Sky Sect and the Dao Bright Sect exchanged glances and wondered, "How about...?" to earn some extra money.
The two exchanged intense glances, their eyes suddenly fixed on the wealthiest sect, Taixu Sect. Xu Yanzhou silently covered his face with his hands.
Unable to resist the persistent pleas of the two allied sects, and under the horrified gazes of Xu Yanzhou and Elder Tie, the high-ranking members of the two sects pooled together a pile of spirit stones and busily carved mahjong tiles, urging the two of them to join in as well.
Happy times are always short-lived, and the failure of a gambler is even more heartbreaking.
The cloud boat hovered steadily above the bustling county. Below, a group of people from the three sects of the Northern Territory, who had just arrived, looked up at the sky. Some were dressed in flowing white robes, some in dignified black robes, and some in elegant purple robes.
Lin Qingran looked at the four figures dressed in blue on the cloud boat, her face showing a gloomy expression.
She lost the Scar Sword, the Fruit of Life, her face, and failed to seize the spiritual root.
Blocked at the exit of the secret realm by a group of cultivators, he finally broke through the encirclement and left the Southern Territory in disgrace. He had just returned to the Eternal Sect and hadn't even had time to catch his breath when he was punished by Wu Miao and sent to the Flame Cave.
She instructed her disciples in advance to wait for her return. She had been punished in the Flame Cave for a month, which happened to coincide with the spring tide season, and she almost died inside.
Lin Qingran didn't understand.
Even though she was the one who had been wronged, Wu Miao neither comforted her nor even saw her.
Lin Qingran couldn't suppress the hatred in her eyes, and her gaze appeared somewhat ferocious.
What's even more infuriating is that the only two beauty portraits that have been lit up in the entire Eternal Sect over the past two years are now... completely extinguished!
She gazed at the Void Ancient Realm from afar, her heart filled with anxiety.
The system was even more agitated: "What you need to do right now is break through to the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible! And you absolutely cannot afford to miss with the Divine Bow again!"
"How can I break through without the Fruit of Life?"
Despite her hints and direct suggestions, Pei Chang'an actually ate the Life Fruit himself!
Thinking of this, Lin Qingran felt a surge of frustration again.
The system went berserk again: "The spiritual energy in the Ancient Realm Spirit Tower is abundant. I can help you extract that spiritual energy to break through quickly! We'll get the Calamity Bow after the competition ends!"
Lin Qingran hesitated, "If the Spirit Tower loses its spiritual energy and I take away the Calamity Bow, what will happen to the things underneath?"
"What to do! What to do! What does this have to do with you?!" the system said impatiently. "Do you still want the Bow of Calamity or not?!"
"Yes!" Lin Qingran said instinctively.
Even without the fortune of the Eighteen Beauties' Portraits, she was still able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and even merge with the body to transcend tribulation, slaying a Nascent Soul cultivator with a single sword strike.
As she breathed a sigh of relief, the buzzing of discussions around her pulled her back to reality.
"Fellow Daoist from the Southern Territory?"
Why aren't they coming down yet?
"Why does it sound like they're arguing upstairs?"
"That's... Why are Sect Leader Xu and the others arguing too?!"
"What's going on? Why are two elders fighting?"
"Is there infighting among them in the Southern Territory?"
The three sects of the North craned their necks to watch the spectacle.
They guessed correctly.
It was indeed internal strife.
On the cloud boat, some people were all smiles, while others were so angry from losing that their eyes turned red.
On the deck, from the most trusted disciples to the highest-ranking members of the three sects, there was a cacophony of howls and chaotic shouts.
The leaders of the Azure Sky Sect and the Dao Bright Sect each clung to one of the Phoenix Sword Master's legs, weeping and wailing, "Sword Master, please have mercy and leave us some money to buy underwear!"
Xu Yanzhou: "..."
You can't stop them, and they won't listen to you no matter what you say.
Looking around, some were grinning from ear to ear, while others, having lost, were kneeling on the cloud boat, begging the heavens for forgiveness... They all looked like they were seriously ill!
Even Elder Tie sat there, holding a small mountain of spirit stones, looking completely absorbed.
Xu Yanzhou took a deep breath, struggling to look away from the two elders who were pulling each other's hair, and decided to shake the culprit awake first.
Bai Ziye was squatting next to Jiang Xianwan, touching this spirit stone and that spirit stone, while Su Qingliu's lips also had a genuine smile on them.
Xiu Yan impatiently pushed aside Bai Ziye and Su Qingliu, and shouted loudly in Jiang Xianwan's ear, "We've arrived!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and he slumped down, clutching the last remaining low-grade spirit stone tightly.
One hand gripped Jiang Xianwan's hem tightly, "Junior Sister Jiang, we're already so familiar with each other."
Jiang Xianwan smiled slightly, seemingly dignified, but in reality she forcefully pried his hand open and ruthlessly pried off the spirit stone.
"Senior Brother Xiu, you still owe me sixty-two mid-grade spirit stones. Considering how close we are, I'll round it down for you."
Xiu Yan: "...Thank you. Um, can we play a couple more rounds after we get off the ship?"
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