"Why?"
She was filled with ten thousand doubts.
Luolan Xue and Yin Luoli's identities were known to everyone in Qingshan Sect. In front of these two women, someone like her was nothing more than a small fry.
Yet they were so respectful towards Yi Feng, this ordinary mortal?
It even seemed as if their fight with Wu Jie was also because of this man she had abandoned?
Just what was going on.
Peng Ying's mind was in complete chaos, and she felt as if a fog had appeared before her eyes, preventing her from seeing through this clearly...
"I implore Sir to not take this matter to heart. I will report this to the sect, and will definitely provide you with an explanation." Luolan Xue said deferentially with her head lowered.
"That's good, that's good."
Yi Feng waved his hand with a laugh. Although he was quite angry at Wu Jie, seeing the sorry state he was in now, his anger had dissipated for the moment.
At the same time, his heart was also full of praise for Qingshan Sect.
Their conduct was truly good. He had heard before that Qingshan Sect had a rule forbidding casual attacks on ordinary mortals, and he hadn't believed it fully then. But now it seemed to be true.
Under the cautious attitude of the crowd, Yi Feng was led into the inner hall and invited to sit down.
However, the matter of receiving Yi Feng could be left to Yin Xiong. Luolan Xue and Yin Luoli still had more important matters to deal with.
The two women walked out with cold expressions on their faces, looking at Wu Jie lying on the ground like a dead dog, with killing intent flashing in their eyes.
"Senior sister, what should we do?" Yin Luoli asked.
"After all, he is Third Elder's disciple. We cannot take action without authorization. We will report to Master when we return to the sect and let him decide." Luolan Xue said coldly.
Yin Luoli nodded. Her gaze then turned to Peng Ying.
"What about her?"
Luolan Xue's expression darkened. She stared at Peng Ying as she walked over.
Peng Ying felt a huge pressure on her chest under Luolan Xue's imposing aura. Her face turned deathly pale as she retreated back.
"Your name."
Luolan Xue said coldly.
"Re...Reporting to Senior Luolan, this disciple's name is Peng Ying." Peng Ying was so nervous her tongue felt tied up. She had never witnessed such an imposing aura from Luolan Xue before, and she hurriedly bowed.
"In my presence, a lowly junior disciple like you, why do you not kneel?"
Luolan Xue glanced at Peng Ying coldly.
Peng Ying trembled, not daring to retort as she directly knelt down with her head lowered, cold sweat streaming down her back. Her heart was filled with unease.
"Report your other information."
Luolan Xue lifted her exquisite face high, speaking coldly again.
"This disciple is Peng Ying of the Outer Sect's Profound Hall. I'm under Third Elder's administration. I just joined Qingshan Sect one month ago." Peng Ying did not dare conceal anything as she spoke.
Hearing this, Luolan Xue's icy eyes flickered slightly. She called out, "Your palm."
"Ah?"
Peng Ying was startled.
Luolan Xue paid her no heed. She directly grabbed Peng Ying's arm, infusing it with energy. Her expression was then full of frost.
"With your meager aptitude, you do not even qualify to join my Qingshan Sect. Just who was so bold as to allow you to join our sect without authorization?" Luolan Xue questioned coldly.
Peng Ying's body shuddered, scared out of her wits.
"From today onwards, you have been expelled from Qingshan Sect."
Luolan Xue's expression brooked no doubt. Her words were like a judgment, like thunder that struck directly into Peng Ying's mind.
Peng Ying's complexion instantly turned ghastly pale, devoid of any color.
Her heart was filled with unwillingness.
She had paid so much to join Qingshan Sect. To be expelled with just a few words, how could she be willing? She cried out hysterically, "Why? Just because of that mortal, that Yi Feng?"
"Slap!"
Hearing Peng Ying's rude way of addressing Sir Yi, Luolan Xue's hand moved. A thick wave of energy directly lashed Peng Ying's cheek.
"I warn you, do not ask what you should not. If you do not have the qualification to know something, it is best to have reverence."
Luolan Xue gave her an icy look. With a wave of her jade hand, the insignia at Peng Ying's waist instantly crumbled to dust. From this moment forth, she was no longer a Qingshan Sect disciple.
"Not qualified...??"
Watching Luolan Xue's departing figure, Peng Ying sat paralyzed on the ground, holding her swollen cheek. Her body trembled and her face was full of unwillingness. She mumbled under her breath, "No...no, I must get to the bottom of just what is going on here..."
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
