Eastern Victory Divine Continent.
Chen Baiqing’s expression was as dark as water. A jade token was pinched between her fingers, her spiritual energy churning as it pressed down on the token, causing it to tremble with a faint hum.
The desk before her, once always neat and orderly, was now littered with scattered jade tokens.
The atmosphere in the meeting hall, never particularly warm to begin with, felt even heavier today. Many cultivators who came to report their progress caught sight of Chen Baiqing’s face, barely containing a deep, simmering fury, and hurriedly turned in their tasks before quickly taking their leave.
White Abyss True Lord was not only exceptional in handling matters but also masterful in managing subordinates.
When disciples of Xiaoyun Hall failed to deliver satisfactory results, Chen Baiqing always found a way to have the hall itself mete out punishment.
Aside from punishment, rewards were also one of Chen Baiqing’s usual methods.
She didn’t demand perfection—so long as a task was completed, the rewards she promised would be given out truthfully and without delay.
Most importantly, Chen Baiqing had always been calm and impartial in her dealings, harboring no personal likes or dislikes.
Even those who had once clashed with her or spoken ill of her behind her back would still be assigned tasks if they were truly suited for them.
This flawless, unbiased approach indeed won her widespread respect. Many disciples who once lacked a solid footing in Xiaoyun Hall, or who had been starved of opportunity, were all too willing to show their capabilities under Chen Baiqing’s command.
What mattered most was that Xiaoyun Hall truly paid attention to Chen Baiqing’s arrangements and the disciples’ performances.
As long as one managed to make a good impression before Chen Baiqing—and actually received a reward from her—then Xiaoyun Hall would indeed take special notice of those disciples whose reputations were still faint.
Because the deciding factor was never purely cultivation strength—having a competent head for handling affairs could sometimes outweigh even a gap in cultivation.
Lin Luoyu also held a jade token in her hand, brows slightly furrowed, lost in thought.
Ye Antao sat gloomily in a corner, wanting to eat the candied fruit Chen Baiqing had given her earlier, but with the atmosphere so heavy, she didn’t dare eat anything now, let alone find the courage to try to console Chen Baiqing.
Chen Baiqing had always been calm and composed, as if everything were a trifling matter, usually presenting a gentle face to the world.
Even if that wasn’t her true nature, it proved how excellent her surface composure was.
But today, for the first time, she couldn’t even restrain the expression on her face—the fury in her eyes seemed ready to swallow everything in an instant.
Sometimes, it’s not the ferocious villain you have to fear, but the gentle one whose gaze turns ruthless.
Chen Baiqing took two deep breaths, then gathered her spiritual energy and violently crushed the jade token in her hand.
A crisp chime rang out. Sitting beside her, Ye Antao felt her spiritual sense instinctively jolt—like confronting a great enemy.
Ye Antao glanced at Chen Baiqing’s ice-cold aura, and her lips tightened.
Right now, she really wanted to ask Chen Baiqing if she could leave early.
Chen Baiqing’s gaze swept over and landed on the slightly fidgeting Ye Antao.
Ye Antao met Chen Baiqing’s eyes and the overwhelming pressure radiating from her, and for a moment, she didn’t know whether she should force a smile.
Xiaoyun Hall was highly satisfied with Chen Baiqing’s arrangements. Her own elder brother had even told her to learn from Chen Baiqing, saying that Chen Baiqing’s accomplishments and methods would at minimum place her no lower than Bai Xuanling.
That was an absurdly high evaluation, truly.
Although Ye Antao didn’t genuinely fear Chen Baiqing, she certainly didn’t want someone like Chen Baiqing to file her under the “disliked” category.
Even if she set everything else aside, Ye Antao still wanted to drink Chen Baiqing’s tea.
Ye Antao rarely involved herself in the affairs here, but she did read up on the news that mattered.
At this moment, she understood quite well what Chen Baiqing was angry about.
A wave of public opinion had swept across Eastern Victory Divine Continent, aimed squarely at Chen Baiqing and Chu Xingchen—but especially at Chen Baiqing. Accusations flew that her actions on the continent, along with her slaughter of innocents, were heinous crimes, crying out for righteous punishment.
The title of White Abyss True Lord was practically being rewritten into Blood Lord of the Slaughter.
As for Chu Xingchen, he at least bore a heavenly mandate, and his background and status were solid enough—besides, the Buddhist gate still needed Chu Xingchen to maintain their prestige, so the attacks on him were mostly incidental.
If one were to speak in proportions, Chen Baiqing took nine parts of the blame, and Chu Xingchen one part.
Actually, it wasn’t entirely Chen Baiqing’s fault for being angry—the methods of those heretical cultivators were truly despicable. The insults and fabricated slander were simply going too far.
Especially now that Eastern Victory Divine Continent had taken on a refreshing new spirit—most mortals had only been spared from the ravages of the heretics because of Chen Baiqing’s efforts.
Now it felt like doing good deeds only to be bitten in return—anyone would be furious.
Ye Antao cleared her throat, mulled over her words for a while, and then spoke up:
“These are all wicked schemes from those heretical cultivators...”
Chen Baiqing closed her eyes briefly at the sound, took a deep breath, and then laughed lightly as she said:
“They truly cannot recognize a good heart.”
Ye Antao immediately shut her mouth and looked over at Lin Luoyu across from her.
Lin Luoyu glanced at Ye Antao, then spoke softly:
“Senior sister, this business started strangely—especially after Cui Hao began wrapping things up and the complete purge of the Evil Spirit Cult. This was something prepared long in advance, waiting for the heretics to lose their spirit, so they could give them a convenient target.”
Chen Baiqing’s eyes sank low: “I know. But some words, once spoken, must come with a price! Not everything deserves forgiveness! Especially those who received kindness and then turned with the wind!”
Lin Luoyu’s heart sank—she understood that her Third Senior Sister was truly furious now—and quickly added:
“Mortals are cut off from information; how could they understand all that the master has done? And they’ve been manipulated by people with ill intentions. Besides, I believe the master would never support your overly harsh methods. I trust the master fears more that Third Senior Sister would do things she shouldn’t do, more than she fears these slanders.”
Ye Antao chimed in right away: “Exactly so. Bai Qing, don’t pay any mind to the foolish words of these ignorant mortals.”
Chen Baiqing ignored Ye Antao’s comment. She sat down heavily, a cold gleam in her eyes as she looked up and replied to Lin Luoyu:
“The master would naturally say to let it go, but as her disciple, why should I be the one to let it go?”
“Didn’t you also see with your own eyes how they spoke of the master? You read the exact words they used. Tell me—how could I just flippantly let this go?!”
Ye Antao was about to offer another word of consolation, but she stopped halfway, thought it over briefly, and then let out a confused sound:
“Huh?”
Lin Luoyu picked up the thread and said:
“These public accusations were clearly instigated by someone. The key now is not to try to reverse public opinion, but to first catch those spreading the rumors, so as to prevent further damage to the master’s reputation.”
Ye Antao turned her head in shock toward Lin Luoyu:
“Huh?!”
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