After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 166 - Chu Xianning Never Lies

Chapter 166: Chu Xianning Never Lies

“Is everything alright?” Jiang Huai asked softly.

Luo Qingyu’s cheeks were buried in his shoulder.

“It’s okay... Why are you here, Brother Jiang Huai?”

“I just came out of the Daoji Ancestral Land with Wen Wanwan and thought of picking you up together. Hmm? You’ve reached the Divine Transformation stage?”

Jiang Huai quickly sensed Luo Qingyu’s aura, which had already stepped into the Divine Transformation fifth level. She must have had a good fortune in the Immortal Spirit Secret Realm. After a while, Luo Qingyu obediently got up from Jiang Huai’s embrace. Jiang Huai looked at Bai Li, who was standing quietly with the floating giant sword behind her—a heavenly-grade spirit sword. Jiang Huai winked at her,

“How was your harvest?”

“Not bad, just got into a bit of trouble.”

“Trouble?” Jiang Huai was taken aback.

Bai Li looked towards the crowd and then raised her small hand, pointing to one of the cultivators.

“In the secret realm, during a multi-person trial, I had to revert to my true form and use the power of the Dragon Crystal. After my aura was detected, he wanted me to be his spirit pet. I said I was yours, but he said he had never heard of your name and tried to force me to submit. I beat him up.”

The cultivator Bai Li pointed to was dressed in a brocade robe, his face slightly pale, obviously still recovering from his injuries. Bai Li paused for a moment, thought about it, and said,

“He also has an older brother who gained a great opportunity and is very powerful. Qingyu used a formation plate she obtained in the secret realm to set up a barrier, and we hid inside it to avoid his brother’s revenge.”

Bai Li rested her hand on Jiang Huai’s shoulder, her eyes quietly looking at him, waiting for his reaction.

The moment Jiang Huai’s eyes showed anger, her anxious heart quietly settled. Her tone rose slightly,

“Master, I already told him I’m your spirit pet, but he still wanted to harm me... You’ll help me get even, right?”

Jiang Huai found Bai Li’s deliberately coquettish tone particularly amusing. With Bai Li’s straightforward nature, it was rare for her to have a chance to act spoiled. Now Bai Li was already nestled by his side, holding Jiang Huai’s arm, her eyes pretending to be timid as she looked at the cultivator she had pointed out in the crowd.

“You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Jiang Huai asked softly.

“I’m fine... He’s so weak, he couldn’t take two hits without spitting blood. It’s just that his brother is really powerful. Even Qingyu and I together couldn’t beat him, so we had to use the formation plate to hide like turtles.”

“Who is his brother? Point him out to me.”

Jiang Huai’s gaze searched the crowd, quickly finding a man who looked somewhat similar to the injured cultivator, also wearing a brocade robe with golden dragon patterns, slender yet full of a sense of power. From his aura, Jiang Huai could tell at a glance that he was also a sword cultivator.

The conversation between Jiang Huai, Bai Li, and Luo Qingyu was naturally heard by Luo Yueguan. She stepped forward without showing any expression, standing in front of the three. The two cultivators Bai Li had pointed out had also approached their elders, and after a low conversation, the two groups exchanged glances, and the atmosphere became tense.

“Luo Yueguan, the sect master of Qingxuan?”

A female cultivator dressed in a dark blue robe stepped forward, protecting two children behind her, her eyes coldly looking at Luo Yueguan in front of her.

Luo Yueguan had met her at Ziyun Pavilion’s gambling event. She was the wife of the family head of the Linglong Continent’s Mu family, Mu Lanyan. The Mu family was the first family among the world families of the Linglong Continent, and Mu Lanyan’s own cultivation was at the early stage of the Eighth Realm, one of the four Eighth Realm cultivators of the Linglong Continent.

“It’s me,” Luo Yueguan replied indifferently, her eyes also showing a hint of coldness.

“I heard from my children... that the little girl you’re protecting behind you is a snake demon with the potential to transform into a dragon? She drew her sword and injured his life vein. What is your relationship with her?”

This question made Luo Yueguan somewhat troubled.

She and Bai Li were neither relatives nor friends. If Luo Qingyu had a dispute with Mu Lanyan’s children, she would certainly have a reason to seek justice for Luo Qingyu. But Bai Li... was just Jiang Huai’s friend, and Jiang Huai was only her son-in-law. Moreover, Bai Li was from the Western Region’s demon clan. It seemed neither reasonable nor appropriate for her to intervene.

But since Bai Li was Jiang Huai’s friend, she naturally couldn’t ignore the situation.

“She’s a friend of my son-in-law. What about it? I heard... it was your child who wanted to take her as a spirit pet. He was not strong enough and got slashed by her. If he’s not strong enough and doesn’t know his limits, it’s good for him to suffer a bit,” Luo Yueguan’s tone was cold and uncompromising.

The woman in front of her, Mu Lanyan, sneered, “You, as a human, are now speaking for a Western Region demon who has strayed into the Eastern Region?”

“I’m talking sense to you.”

“She hurt my child, there’s no sense in that!”

Mu Lanyan huffed, and in the next instant, she raised her hand, and a surge of spiritual energy rushed towards Bai Li. Luo Yueguan immediately waved her sleeve, blocking that spiritual energy in an instant.

This action naturally surprised many cultivators present, who then gathered to one side to enjoy the show. Indeed, no matter the age or cultivation level, watching the excitement seemed to be human nature.

Luo Yueguan’s eyebrows showed a hint of anger, “It’s a grudge between the younger generation. Isn’t it a bit beneath your dignity as an elder to take action?”

“I’m seeking justice for this Western Region demon. Since she’s not related to you, you have no right to interfere!”

The elders in the crowd whispered jokingly to their juniors. Mu Lanyan of the Linglong Continent’s Mu family was notorious for her favoritism, and Luo Yueguan was known for her unreasonableness. Both women were famous for their looks and cultivation. Now that they were arguing and blushing, it was indeed an interesting sight.

“What if I insist on intervening?”

Luo Yueguan’s spiritual energy surged, the wind lifting her hair. Jiang Huai looked at Luo Yueguan’s profile, her eyes coldly detached, her beautiful face now showing a bone-chilling coldness.

This touched Jiang Huai a little.

Bai Li’s body trembled slightly, her fingers clutching Jiang Huai’s clothes. She realized that she was ultimately an outsider, and even though she could match these geniuses, they all had their own backing, while she... was alone. She knew her relationship with Luo Yueguan wasn’t that close; she was just basking in Jiang Huai’s light.

It was reasonable for Mu Lanyan to seek justice for her child, but for Luo Yueguan to intervene on behalf of an unrelated outsider was somewhat unreasonable. Yet Luo Yueguan still stood her ground, even initiating the surge of spiritual energy with a posture that seemed to say,

“If you’re not satisfied, then try to fight me.”

Generally, cultivators who had entered the Eighth Realm rarely fought with others. Cultivators of the Eighth Realm almost all knew each other. Even if they weren’t close, they had met before. They all cultivated in the Eastern Region, and most matters were usually resolved by making big issues small and small issues disappear, without forming any deep grudges.

“You can’t manage it,” Mu Lanyan’s momentum was not half weaker than Luo Yueguan’s.

She was a sword cultivator, and the moment Luo Yueguan’s spiritual energy surged, a sheathed spirit sword appeared in her hand. Holding the scabbard, she gripped the hilt, and the moment she drew the sword, the chilling sword qi nearly enveloped ten miles around.

The cultivators watching the excitement quickly protected their juniors behind them to avoid being injured by Mu Lanyan’s sword qi. At this point, many were looking forward to it. How many years had it been since two Eighth Realm cultivators had fought? And over such a trivial matter? Indeed, it was more interesting when women were involved in a dispute.

Spiritual energy surged in the sky, and Jiang Huai frowned slightly. Suddenly, he stepped forward.

His sudden appearance surprised the crowd, who then heard Jiang Huai speak.

“Senior, I am Jiang Huai from Tianxuan Sect.”

This sentence seemed to have a strange magic. As it fell, the crowd suddenly quieted down. Immediately, the elders present began to tell their juniors about the most recent and widely spread story in the Eastern Region—the appearance of the Refining Yin Demon Gu in the Daoji Ancestral Land, which was slain by a cultivator from Yuelan Continent.

That cultivator’s name was Jiang Huai.

Behind Jiang Huai stood Bai Li, his eyes calm, showing no trace of fear,

“The Western Region Serpent Clan you mentioned has been my spirit pet for three years. However, because I was concerned that the slave mark would harm her spirit, I did not inscribe it. I’m sure she told your child during their dispute, but he still wanted to take my spirit pet. By all accounts, he brought this upon himself.”

“I understand that senior is eager to protect her child, but as an elder, you should still talk sense. Today you can condone him taking someone else’s spirit pet, but tomorrow, can you condone him taking someone else’s partner? Or stealing someone else’s spirit sword, harming someone else’s life?”

Mu Lanyan looked at Jiang Huai seriously, and the coldness in her eyes intensified,

“I’ve heard your name, Jiang Huai from Tianxuan Sect? Since you’ve lost all your cultivation and can’t recover... why not give your spirit pet to my child? I’ll inscribe a slave mark on her, and they can cultivate together. My child has a good talent for cultivation, and he will surely treat your spirit pet well... I can also give you some compensation.”

Mu Lanyan’s lips curled slightly, but the next second, her smile froze.

“Why don’t you go die?”

Jiang Huai immediately interrupted Mu Lanyan,

“Based on what you’re saying, I think my Way of the Sword talent is much better than yours, so why don’t you give me your sword now? Your two sons, even though I’ve lost all my cultivation, I can still kill those sons of a dog with one move. You dare to speak to me like this?”

Jiang Huai originally intended to speak politely, but hearing Mu Lanyan so shamelessly utter such disgusting words, he couldn’t help but lose his temper.

Mu Lanyan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly,

“Didn’t your master teach you that disaster comes from the mouth?”

“My master Chu Xianning taught me many principles since I was young, especially not to bully others with power, not to be despicable and greedy. My upbringing is not for people like you who have no shame. What about it, senior? I am the only direct disciple of Chu Xianning. Would you like to experience my master’s Silver Radiance?”

Master Chu Xianning, at the early stage of the Eighth Realm Mahayana, even just at the first level of Mahayana, but Chu Xianning had seriously told Jiang Huai that when he was out in the world, as long as he was right, he need not fear any power.

Below the sixth level of Mahayana, she could slay them with one sword.

Chu Xianning never lies.