“Sir, to snatch people from us under the sun, isn’t that a bit too arrogant?”
The fair-faced scholar sensed the aura of the black-clothed woman and his already pale face turned ashen.
“Hic, Madam, I just, hic, snatched you guys, so what!”
The black-clothed woman jumped off her sword, grabbed the hilt with her backhand,
Though she was swaying unsteadily and hadn’t steadied herself, the massive sword was lifted like a toy and swung around.
The Yin-Yang Pavilion group immediately retreated a few steps, fearing they might be hit by the heavy sword.
“This woman has strength comparable to mine. A single water spirit root makes her an excellent dual-cultivation partner. It’s a pity to give up like this! I’ll stop her, quickly go invite the hall master!” The fair-faced scholar urgently instructed the guards on both sides, then pulled out the short sword at his waist and pointed it at the black-clothed woman from afar.
“Hmph, both at the Golden Core Stage, today I will meet you, Wei!”
Before he finished speaking, the short sword in his hand was seized by a hand extending from the side.
“What are you going to meet? Are you going to spar with me?”
The fair-faced scholar was greatly alarmed, turning his head to see an old man with white hair standing beside him, half of his face covered by a mask, grinning and revealing a mouthful of crooked, rotten teeth.
“Who are you?!”
“Hehe, guess!”
The old man wore a sword holder but didn’t use a sword; instead, he gradually closed his hands, wrinkled like old tree bark, causing the blade of the short sword to twist under immense force, emitting ‘creak’ sounds.
The fair-faced scholar was pinned in place by the pressure from the old man and could only hope that his subordinates would bring the hall master. But he soon heard a series of groans and thuds.
Turning around, his face darkened even more.
Three black-clothed figures stood in the middle of the street, arranged from tallest to shortest, left to right: the left one was the tallest and thinnest, the middle one balanced, and the right one the shortest and fattest, all wearing black robes with swords at their waists. Each had a bulging bag on their back, unknown contents inside.
His subordinates were already lying on the ground, alive or dead unknown.
“You dare lay a hand on my Yin-Yang Pavilion people?!”
The fair-faced scholar was furious.
Wasn’t the Yin-Yang Pavilion a major sect? Who dared to target them?
He noted that the dispute had been ongoing for some time.
Why weren’t there any guards from Heavenly Spring City or other sects around? Had they all returned to their respective mountain gates?
“Stop wasting time, quickly snatch the last batch and retreat!”
A voice echoed from above.
A person walked out from the top of the adjacent building, dressed in black with a black hood, revealing a white beard, and his waist was adorned with various weapons.
The fair-faced scholar’s pupils dilated.
He saw one of the weapons was his hall master’s saber!
When did someone steal from home?
The fair-faced scholar lost his bravado, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying: “Esteemed seniors, this junior failed to recognize your greatness. This disciple with a single spirit root is yours, I’ll leave now, right away…”
“Throw all your magical items, spirit stones, and storage bags on the ground!”
The old man in front smiled wider, his wrinkled face resembling a blooming chrysanthemum.
The fair-faced scholar had no choice but to obediently hand over his possessions.
“Take off the jade pendant around your neck.”
The fair-faced scholar: “…”
“And take off your clothes.”
“Enough, Elder Li.” The female cultivator with the huge sword couldn’t bear to watch and interjected.
“She has quite nice clothes.” The old man stroked the fair-faced scholar’s clothes, his eyes full of admiration.
The fair-faced scholar almost cried: “May this junior be allowed to leave?”
“Hehe, go ahead.” The old man put the fair-faced scholar’s short sword into a storage bag and released him with a smile.
The fair-faced scholar turned and ran.
“Junior, drag your subordinates away too!”
Hearing the old man’s shout, the fair-faced scholar fled, tumbling and crawling through the air, not daring to look back.
The Yin-Yang Pavilion people left.
The five black-clothed individuals’ gazes fell simultaneously on Li Qingran.
Li Qingran stepped back, shrinking her head in fear, hurriedly bowing and clasping her hands: “This junior thanks the esteemed seniors for coming to my aid.”
Although these five mysterious individuals seemed more dangerous than the Yin-Yang Pavilion members,
She inexplicably felt no threat.
“Youngster, you have good talent, do you want to join our sect?”
The peculiar old man stared at Li Qingran with a warm, benevolent gaze.
“I want to join Spirit Intuition Valley,” Li Qingran shook her head, stammering: “Your sect is excellent, but this junior wants to become a medical cultivator.”
“You can also be a medical cultivator in our sect.” The female cultivator leaning on the heavy sword belched and lazily said.
“I…” Li Qingran wanted to refuse.
In the next second, a voice rang out from the pavilion.
“Sigh, how can you do this?!”
As he spoke, the person removed his hood and declared loudly under Li Qingran’s bewildered gaze: “We are from the Bluecloud Sect!”
The others followed suit, removing their disguises.
The female cultivator opposite took off her veil, revealing long green hair down to her waist and a charming, rosy-cheeked face. Her eyes were hazy with intoxication, but she smiled beautifully and spoke coherently.
“Little sister, as you can see, we snatched things from other sects.”
The old man beside chimed in: “And now, you know our identity.”
The Sword Pavilion leader, Su Qinian, sneered and concluded from the pavilion top.
“Therefore, you must come with us! Otherwise, we will silence you, hehehe!”
Li Qingran: “…”
Could she not tell whether they were from the Bluecloud Sect or not?
She noticed the plaque hanging on the person at the top of the building — Sword Pavilion.
Sword Pavilion and Sword Gate?
Li Qingran was stunned, somehow making an unfounded association.
Before she could react, everything spun around, and she found herself on a flying sword.
It was the female cultivator with the strong alcohol scent.
The other four also mounted their own flying swords, each with a bountiful smile on their faces.
“Sister, if you’re scared, you can hug Sister’s waist~”
The female cultivator tilted her head and gave a seductive smile, then the flying sword shot skyward.
Li Qingran, blinded by the fierce wind, instinctively hugged the female cultivator’s waist.
Suddenly, she no longer wanted to struggle.
Because, these people were like her master.
When riding flying swords,
They didn’t open wind barriers.
