“What? Chief Su of the Sword Pavilion, you’re saying my Zen Sect has disciples practicing demon cultivation? Hehe, Amitabha Buddha, why don’t Chief Su come visit our Zen Sect? I will personally perform an enlightenment ceremony for Chief Su.”
“Excuse me? Chief Su, are you out of your mind? The Black Saber Sect would never have disciples practicing demon arts. You… You wouldn’t be looking for excuses to hold another sect-wide competition, would you? No need to trouble us, your Sword Pavilion has already won.”
“What? You are the head of the Sword Pavilion? Get lost! Get out of here!”
…
Su Qinian sat cross-legged, holding his sword in the main hall of the sect, staring at the gilded ceiling speechless.
“The world’s morals are declining, and people’s hearts have changed… Our Sword Pavilion is a renowned major sect in the Cangyun Realm, yet these sects are squeezing us so hard!”
He had spent half a day notifying a bunch of sects, warning them that there might be disciples practicing demon arts within their ranks and urging them to conduct self-inspections.
He couldn’t go to their territories to help with the investigation.
He was too busy and didn’t have the time.
Even if he did have the time, they probably wouldn’t let him near their sect anyway… Most likely, he would be intercepted by the sect elders before even reaching their gates.
“Good words can’t persuade those who are doomed! Tsk…”
Su Qinian snorted coldly.
He had notified both major and minor sects.
The minor sects, out of respect for the Sword Pavilion, agreed to conduct self-inspections, but he knew most of them would only agree verbally and not actually follow through.
Among the major sects, the Danzong and Spirit Intuition Valley stated they would seriously inspect their disciples, which gave him some relief.
Danzong and Spirit Intuition Valley were also well-known major sects, though slightly inferior to the Sword Pavilion. If either of these two sects found demon cultivation disciples and announced it, other sects would certainly take notice.
“There’s just the Bluecloud Sect left…”
Su Qinian looked at the sound-transmitting jade slip marked with the Bluecloud Sect’s name, feeling a mix of emotions.
The Sword Pavilion and the Bluecloud Sect had a poor relationship.
Deep down, he didn’t want to get involved with the Bluecloud Sect’s affairs.
But from a moral standpoint, he should warn the Bluecloud Sect regardless of whether they cared about what he said or not.
“In any case, Old Ancestor Qingyun is still my moonlight, so I’ll notify her…” Su Qinian sighed, finally adding a wisp of spiritual energy to the jade slip.
He cleared his throat, making a few sounds, and adjusted his voice.
The jade slip activated, and a light curtain appeared.
Su Qinian looked at his reflection on the light curtain—his white hair, weathered face, as if he could see her old appearance as well.
Until, a young maiden appeared on the light curtain.
“Sword Pavilion Chief Su, long time no see.”
The maiden smiled seductively, appearing to be around eighteen years old, yet exuding a mature charm that could only come with age.
Su Qinian closed the light curtain abruptly, staring at the air for a while, muttering to himself, “Amitabha Buddha, when did she have a daughter?”
“She didn’t even tell me!”
Looking up at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle, Su Qinian’s eyes filled with sorrow.
“What nonsense are you talking?”
A cold laugh echoed from the closed light curtain:
“I don’t have a daughter. I just took a youth-preserving pill.”
Hearing the raspy voice of the elderly woman, Su Qinian felt relieved and reopened the light curtain, smiling, “Rong Qingyun, how did you end up like this? You don’t look authoritative at all.”
“First, let me ask you something!”
“Is Senior Li Qingran’s master in your Sword Pavilion?”
“Yes.” Su Qinian was stunned, unsure why the Bluecloud Ancestor was asking this, but answered honestly, “Senior Li Qingran’s master is our Sword Pavilion’s Grand Elder. In terms of seniority, calling him an Ancestor would not be inappropriate.”
“Can you get me a private sound-transmitting jade slip?”
The Bluecloud Ancestor blushed, lightly biting her lip, and avoiding eye contact.
Su Qinian: “???”
Wait, why does it feel off?
If she wants a private sound-transmitting jade slip, why is she acting all shy?
“Rong Qingyun, could it be that…”
“Oh, lately, I’ve become very interested in sword techniques. That person’s sword skills are extraordinary. I just want to study sword techniques with that person,” the Bluecloud Ancestor covered her flushed face, her eyes filled with desire, and said coyly.
Su Qinian fell silent.
No kidding, if he wasn’t mistaken, it seems his “white moonlight” might have been taken by the Grand Elder, who he always called “Ancestor.”
This feeling was strange.
It was somewhat similar to how one might feel if their former partner started liking their grandfather.
After much thought, he asked the Bluecloud Ancestor only one question.
“Do you know?”
…
His conversation with the Bluecloud Ancestor was surprisingly pleasant.
Usually, their conversations would turn into arguments after just three sentences.
Rong Qingyun solemnly stated that since the Grand Ancestor mentioned the infiltration of demon cultivators, she would naturally have the sect leader and elders thoroughly review their disciples to ensure no opportunities for demon cultivators to exploit.
Closing the jade slip, Su Qinian gave a bitter smile and shook his head, sighing.
“If you don’t do this, I fear my Dao heart would shatter today!” With that, he took the Bluecloud Sect’s jade slip from the pile of female cultivators’ personal sound-transmitting jade slips and threw it aside with disdain.
Then, he stepped onto his flying sword and headed for Sunset Peak.
He needed to report his progress to the Ancestor.
…
“Qingran, these are the responses from all the sects in the Cangyun Realm.”
In a small room, Su Qinian handed a jade slip to Li Qingran and turned back, implying, “That’s right, I just chatted with the Bluecloud Ancestor. This old fellow must have taken a youth-preserving pill to look young again. She’s so charming and alluring, ripe and juicy… Does she know your master?”
Li Qingran, whose attention was initially on the pillowcase, suddenly raised her head.
“Did you give it to her?”
“No, I mainly don’t have one. Even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to her,” Su Qinian quickly shook his head, a bead of cold sweat rolling down his forehead.
Amitabha Buddha.
He saw a hint of ferocity in Li Qingran’s eyes.
“That’s good.” Li Qingran sighed in relief, a gentle smile appearing on her face, “Master is busy every day, fighting great demons and suppressing the toxins in her body. Don’t let any cats or dogs disturb her.”
“Exactly, exactly, ahahaha… I have something else to do, I’m leaving.”
Su Qinian forced a laugh, quickly leaving Sunset Peak.
Too scary, he almost wanted to point at the Bluecloud Ancestor and scold her.
At least his disciple Yue Qianchi was better.
Although she was a bit foolish and loved drinking, at least she didn’t have any inappropriate thoughts towards him and wouldn’t interfere with his private life.
Sigh, with such a disciple, the Ancestor might as well forget about having a harem in the future.
Su Qinian stood on his flying sword, shaking his head and nodding, sighing:
“Tsk tsk, Rong Qingyun, you really are pitiful, truly… hehe~”
…
Li Qingran sat at the table for a long time.
Suddenly, she took apart the pillow she was working on halfway.
She then replaced it with a piece of fabric with lotus leaves, and took out a tea bag she hadn’t had the courage to give away, cutting it open to flip the fabric inside out, revealing a frog-like embroidery.
As she stroked the frog and lotus leaves, her delicate hands trembled, her eyes shimmering as her face grew redder.
But in the end, she didn’t change it back…
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