Chapter 732: Watch You Chickens Peck Each Other

Chapter 732: Watch You Chickens Peck Each Other

This seemingly unexpected development was all part of Mu Yiting’s plan.

She appeared pure and somewhat naive, but she wasn’t stupid. Many at the Xuanyun Sect sought to be close to her, and some with worse intentions even thought to take advantage of her.

How could she have survived so long without any scheming?

Now that Lin Nuo had arrived, it was perfect—a two-for-one deal; she could nestle in Lin Nuo’s embrace.

Familiar warmth, familiar scent, familiar sense of security—it reminded her of those intimate days at the Helong Hall.

Lin Nuo looked at Mu Yiting’s pure and delicate demeanor and almost dropped her.

Really playing the innocent, huh? Ugh, gross.

This Mu Yiting had been putting on a show of innocence at the Xuanyun Sect, charming everyone. Yet her true self was far more captivating.

Well, one couldn’t really toss her aside. There was still a ‘cold water’ situation to consider later.

Liang Hong was dumbfounded; he had everything planned out but ended up delivering Mu Yiting right into Lin Nuo’s arms.

How could he bear it? His pure and beautiful Junior Martial Sister had fallen into someone else’s embrace!

Besides Liang Hong, many male disciples were also seething with indignation. The goddess had gone to someone else! It felt like a punch in the gut, akin to having love forcefully taken away.

Lin Nuo was already cozying up with Qin Shili and now had Mu Yiting throwing herself at him. He wanted to set the place on fire in frustration.

Looking around, Lin Nuo sensed the thick tension in the air.

He had a rough idea of what was going on; after all, Mu Yiting was hugely popular at the Xuanyun Sect. Her sudden affection towards him would surely rile up this crowd.

What should he do now? Should he act like those anime male leads, quickly push her away, and explain that it was not intentional?

Sorry, that’s not his style.

Perfect! Over 80% of these people had mocked him earlier.

Fine, keep hating.

Lin Nuo cooperated well with Mu Yiting, gently wrapping his arm around her slender waist, not letting go. Looking into her eyes, he spoke in a deep, magnetic voice:

“Junior Martial Sister, are you alright?”

“Mm…”

Mu Yiting was quite startled, her voice dropping in volume as if a filter had been applied to her eyes. Lin Nuo glimmered, exceptionally handsome.

Her heart raced, and she found herself sinking deeper; if there weren’t so many people watching, she would have kissed him already.

Lin Nuo didn’t let go, and Mu Yiting didn’t pull away—one was eager to lean in, and the other was glad to hold on, infuriating the onlookers.

What on earth! How long do you plan to embrace?

Liang Hong couldn’t hold back anymore and rushed over.

“Junior Martial Sister, are you okay? I’m so sorry, it wasn’t intentional.”

Liang Hong quickly apologized, but Mu Yiting ignored him, continuing to gaze affectionately at Lin Nuo, her eyes glued to him.

It was a blow—a crushing blow. Everyone was left stunned.

Liang Hong wanted to pull them apart, but Lin Nuo and Mu Yiting both shifted to one side, perfectly in sync, dodging Liang Hong effortlessly.

Heartbreaking.

In front of the crowd, everyone felt the sting.

However, after a while, Lin Nuo finally let go, and Mu Yiting stepped away from him.

“Junior Martial Sister, I’m sorry. Did you get hurt? I can help you heal.”

Liang Hong wanted to get closer to Mu Yiting, but she pushed him away, taking a step back.

“It’s fine, Senior Martial Brother. It’s just a spar; one can’t avoid that. I truly admire your skills and hope to learn more from you in the future.”

Mu Yiting said sweetly, merely being polite, but Liang Hong felt an illusion of:

The Junior Martial Sister respects me and is eager to learn from me.

Liang Hong had long disliked Lin Nuo; after all, a person once scorned who suddenly rose to fame—how could he not feel a sense of injustice, like a small fry suddenly becoming a big shot?

He sarcastically said:

“This is, Lin Nuo, the great hero, huh? Sigh, the great hero of Xuanyun Sect shouldn’t be mingling with us lowly ones, right? What brings him to our little corner?”

Lin Nuo remained silent for a moment. This guy was being sarcastic, so he decided to counter with true injury.

“To see how you chickens peck each other.”

He didn’t hold back and said it outright.

That ignited a fire in everyone.

How arrogant! Did he really come here to say we’re chickens?!

“Lin Nuo, don’t think just because you’ve accomplished something that you can look down on us.”

“Yeah, way too arrogant!”

“You were once ignored, yet now that you’ve gained a little fame, you think you’re above the rest?”

“Truly unworthy of the title of hero!”

…

The chorus of reprimands echoed, and Lin Nuo found it rather pleasant.

Good, keep talking.

Lin Nuo smiled and replied:

“Looking down on others? That seems to come from your mouths, doesn’t it?”

“Lin Nuo, now that the sect leader has taken notice of you and expects everyone to learn from you, you should serve as a role model rather than bully the weak.”

At this moment, an impassioned disciple named Wang Tong stepped forward to lecture Lin Nuo.

Lin Nuo chuckled. Are you trying to morally bind me? Sorry, I have no morals.

“Learn? What have you learned?”

“Your current demeanor is not worthy of my imitation.”

“In that case, don’t learn from me; what are you even doing here? Think you’re impressive? Your mockery of me was quite loud back then.”

“I never mocked you; don’t slander me.”

“Ha, alright then. Can you just scram now?”

Lin Nuo was on a roll, confronting these people, each one just a mere annoyance.

“Wang Tong, stop it.”

Liang Hong interjected, looking at Lin Nuo,

“Lin Nuo, since you’ve come to provoke us, I cannot turn a blind eye. I may not match your strength, but I have to uphold justice for our sect. Let’s have a spar.”

Liang Hong positioned himself on the moral high ground to challenge Lin Nuo. Regardless of the outcome, he stood to gain. Lin Nuo was under significant pressure from public opinion.

With Lin Nuo’s character, Mu Yiting likely already saw through him and wouldn’t harbor any goodwill toward him.

Winning would be enough.

“If you can hit me, consider it a win.”

Lin Nuo coldly stated.

Such arrogance! Each disciple present was seething with anger, too outrageous!

“I will do my utmost to defeat you.”

Liang Hong said sternly, gripping his sharp sword.

Mu Yiting tried to dissuade them a bit, but it was useless; Liang Hong was determined to duel Lin Nuo.

The crowd stepped back, clearing the area for them.

Lin Nuo didn’t even use a weapon; he faced Liang Hong empty-handed.

Liang Hong took a deep breath, gathering his energy, and suddenly swung down his blade.

Lin Nuo didn’t evade; the blade came crashing down toward him.

Hit!

However…

It was merely an afterimage—it sliced through the illusion.

What the…

Liang Hong was shocked; he hadn’t even caught when Lin Nuo had moved away.

“Continue.”

Lin Nuo said coldly.

“Don’t be arrogant!”

Liang Hong swung down again, hitting the image once more, but it was another afterimage. Lin Nuo vanished again.

He struck dozens of times, each cut hitting afterimages and never finding Lin Nuo himself.

Liang Hong tried desperately, but no matter what, he couldn’t hit Lin Nuo.

“So, what about your so-called efforts to defeat me?”

Lin Nuo suddenly flashed behind him, delivering a sharp remark that tightened Liang Hong’s nerves.