"Nie Rong, you old schemer!" Han Huijun spat the blood from his mouth, unable to believe he had dared such a thing, without a hint of hesitation, a treacherous sneak attack!
"You may call me schemer, you may slander me as a thief… but this Daoist will never age!"
Nie Rong immediately raised his fist. Han Huijun, ready for defense, stepped back to dodge the iron-hard punch.
"Since you are so stubborn and unrepentant, don't blame me for showing no mercy!" Han Huijun called out loudly. He traced a circle on the ground with his foot, and spiraling spiritual energy, like mist and smoke, enveloped the two of them in an instant.
Zhou Lili watched in shock as the two began to fight, standing helplessly with the junior disciples of Wuxiang Sect.
How long were these two going to fight this time?
Zhou Lili and the Wuxiang Sect disciples swallowed nervously.
"Reporting to Sect Leader—Miss Yu has returned with them!"
Another female disciple hurried into the hall to relay the news about Yu Zhenyan and the others.
Within the spiritual energy shields, Nie Rong and Han Huijun each struck the other's face with their fists, gritting their teeth. "Let go! They've reached the mountain gate!"
…
Wuxiang Sect Mountain Gate
"Is that the Fairy Yao Ranran who was punished to the Eastern Wilderness months ago? What did she do to offend Elder Shen and get sent there?"
"I only heard a little rumor. Apparently, Fairy Yao Ranran lied to Elder Shen. When he discovered it, he struck her cultivation apart and swore never to see her again!"
"One lie deserves such severity? The cold and composed Elder Shen is really like that?"
"Who knows? Maybe it was just a quarrel between two young lovers. Elder Shen is stubborn and cold-faced, and Fairy Yao Ranran refused to apologize. Perhaps that's why it escalated!"
"That makes sense. Back then, Fairy Yao Ranran was the only woman who could approach Elder Shen. Even Pei Xianqiao, who was always near her, had no right to get close. Yet after she and Elder Shen quarreled, Pei Xianqiao ended up growing closer to him…"
Yao Ranran pieced together the fragmented gossip she overheard.
What kind of nonsense is this? Shen Yuefu nearly killed her with a single strike, and they think it was just a lovers' quarrel?
If there had been another "quarrel" like that, Yao Ranran would never have seen the next sunrise!
Still… the original self had indeed done wrong, which was why Shen Yuefu acted so harshly.
But Yao Ranran, from Earth, was completely innocent!
Other transmigrators usually took over when the original body was unconscious, dying, or already dead. She, however, possessed the body just as Shen Yuefu was about to strike, enduring the pain of collapsing cultivation while still dazed, thinking it was a dream!
Recalling her past foolishness, Yao Ranran felt a surge of righteous fury.
She, Niohuru little Fairy Yao Ranran, had returned!
This time, she would reclaim everything that belonged to her!
…Except, she actually had nothing.
…Except for the storage bracelet Shen Yuefu had confiscated.
Then she would just reclaim the storage bracelet!
Yao Ranran clenched her fist and silently vowed.
Tang Xiangyin looked around. Every gaze was fixed on Yao Ranran, and she could not help but think: wherever she went, Fairy Yao Ranran was always the most admired.
She secretly glanced at Yao Ranran. Her crescent-like brows were slightly furrowed, anger hidden in her expression. She realized that the Fairy had been disturbed by the attention!
No matter how beautiful the Fairy, you cannot surround her like a swarm!
Tang Xiangyin fumed. If this were Longyin Village, they would never be so reckless. Anyone attempting to approach Lone Star Peak would be punished—they wouldn't dare take a single step into Fairy Yao Ranran's line of sight!
"Where is your Sect Master? Stop surrounding our Fairy!"
Tang Xiangyin's soft voice rang out. She had intended to scold the crowd, but her words were gentle, the tone still betraying her former status as the eldest Miss Tang…
A perfectly helpless appearance!
The onlookers paused briefly, then erupted into laughter.
"Who is she? Which peak's disciple? I've never seen her before…"
"Yes, exactly…"
Tang Xiangyin's ears turned red. She tried to seek help from Yao Ranran but suddenly realized the noisy crowd had gone silent.
All eyes shifted southwest. Wuxiang Sect disciples quickly split into two lines, creating a three-zhang-wide path.
A man in a stone-blue brocade robe with gold-thread edging walked slowly down the cleared path.
Gems embedded in his boots glimmered with a cold light. His long black hair fell casually over his shoulders. His pale blue eyes, covered in a faint icy mist, locked onto Yao Ranran with a detached, piercing gaze.
Shen Yuefu moved his eyes away, letting them rest on Yu Zhenyan. "The Sect Master is waiting in the hall."
With that, he casually swept his sleeves and turned away.
His back was colder than the snow falling from the sky.
Yu Zhenyan sneered and let her gaze linger on Yao Ranran and Pei Xianqiao.
Two lowly girls, not even worthy of speaking with Elder Shen!
Yao Ranran, puzzled by Yu Zhenyan's lingering gaze, assumed she hadn't heard Shen Yuefu and kindly explained, "Yu Daoyou, he means we should hurry to the main hall. The Sect Master is probably growing impatient!"
Yu Zhenyan abruptly withdrew her smile, shooting Yao Ranran a sharp glance. "I understand. Follow me."
Yao Ranran touched her nose. Why was this girl glaring at her for no reason? Such a bad temper—she would find a chance to scare her!
She followed Yu Zhenyan a few steps and realized her wrist felt empty. She turned and saw Tang Xiangyin still standing dazed in the same spot.
"Xiang Yin, what's wrong?"
Yao Ranran waved her hand in front of her face.
This precious little meatball cannot go silly now!
Tang Xiangyin swallowed and slowly regained her composure. "Fairy… who was that Fairy Xiānjūn just now?"
…Ah, so it was a lovestruck little one!
…
Wuxiang Sect Main Hall
"How did you come here?" Han Huijun asked, sitting cross-legged to adjust his cultivation, opening one eye to glance at Shen Yuefu.
"I heard the Eastern Wilderness is in turmoil, so I came to hear the news." Shen Yuefu sat on the blue throne, brewing tea for himself.
"Eastern Wilderness? What happened there?" Zhou Lili, sensitive to the words, could not help but ask.
Han Huijun glanced at her, coldly snorting.
A naive girl brought from the Eastern Wilderness by Nie Rong was not worth his reply.
"The Eastern Wilderness incident was caused by that troublesome Che Lingzhi! So that's why I told the Sect Master to give up on competing for the Che Lingzhi. It saved the sect some trouble."