**Chapter 224: In Trouble? Here Comes Your Bro!**
Manager Meng, filled with hopes and dreams, went to seek help from Master Youyue. Instead, he got the cold shoulder and a hefty dose of public humiliation.
A surge of rage shot through him, and he felt like he was about to chew his own teeth into rubble.
How dare they treat him like this!
After all, he held a certain status within the sect. When did he ever deserve such treatment?
He thought that since he and Master Youyue were from the same lineage and had a mentor-disciple relationship, she would at least give him some respect and consider his request.
He even went as far as to drag his own master into the mix, hoping that the weight of his master’s reputation would pressure Master Youyue into submission.
But to his utter disbelief, Master Youyue completely ignored him and even threw sarcastic remarks his way, leaving him utterly humiliated.
The only ones who could sway the sect master were the elders, but unfortunately, Manager Meng’s master was a bit lacking in skill and talent and had merely achieved the rank of inner sect hall master. He couldn’t meddle much at all.
“Wretched woman! I’ll make you pay for this!”
Manager Meng silently cursed, thinking he could always find someone else.
Moments later, he knocked on another door.
The result? He got booted out!
The Yin-Yang Sword God roared in anger, “Get lost! You worthless piece of trash! How dare you make me use such underhanded tactics! You scummy thing, go far away!”
The Yin-Yang Sword God nearly drew both swords, ready to snuff out Manager Meng’s miserable existence.
Yun Zhonghe, with unparalleled talent, had earned the God’s respect, and the fact that this ignorant fool thought he could get Yun Zhonghe dealt with was plain absurd!
No self-respect whatsoever!
The Yin-Yang Sword God yelled, “Worthless! Of course, the useless can’t stand on stage!”
“This world of geniuses is not for sc*m like you to envy! If it weren’t for your master, I’d make sure you never walk again!”
“…”
So arrogant, so domineering!
It felt as if the Sword God wanted to shove Manager Meng’s head into a pit of dung for a good, long time.
…
Outside, Manager Meng’s face was as dark as a thundercloud, as if it could squeeze out raindrops.
His usually commanding expression was now riddled with humiliation and resentment.
He never expected that as a fully-fledged Golden Core Stage manager, he’d be kicked out like trash!
And on top of that, he got a tongue-lashing that nearly cost him his life!
Who is this Yun Zhonghe? Why are there so many powerful figures backing him, working tirelessly to support and protect him?
He just didn’t get it!
The sect master had his back, there were elders who supported him, and even those elusive reclusive grandmasters lined up to back Yun Zhonghe.
At that moment, Manager Meng suddenly hesitated to push further.
He recalled the fierce sword intent from earlier; it almost split his head in two. Although it didn’t actually hit him, the aura of d*ath had him scared stiff.
It felt like he’d crawled back from the brink of hell, utterly terrified and utterly drained.
“Maybe… I should just let this go…”
Manager Meng mumbled to himself, beginning to waver.
Let’s be real; if the Yin-Yang Sword God did end up killing him, it wouldn’t really cost the sect anything. They wouldn’t turn on the Sword God за его смерть.
After all, within the sect, might is right, and if Manager Meng died, it would be a wasted d*ath; no one would stand up for him.
What a wasted d*ath that would be!
Sometimes a wise man avoids unnecessary trouble. It seems like he underestimated Yun Zhonghe’s influence.
Better to hold off on revenge for now; he was genuinely a bit bewildered.
As for Meng Yao being forced out of Xuantian Sect… well, that was just unfortunate for him.
…
In these days, Yun Zhonghe was on high alert, fully prepared to fend off any retaliation from the Meng uncle-nephew duo.
In fact, he secretly welcomed their attacks! The more vicious they came, the better it would highlight all that he endured for Su Xiaoxiao. At that point, she’d be moved to tears!
Their future relationship would be stronger than steel and thicker than Optimus Prime.
Too bad for him, though. Just as he was ready, the duo decided to withdraw from school and file for case dismissal.
Talk about a plot twist that left him speechless!
Are all villains this nice these days?
This just didn’t add up!
“Don’t hold back, come at me! Be more intense! I’ve got my pants down here, and this is all I get?”
Yun Zhonghe sighed in defeat. What a golden opportunity to rack up points, and it went up in smoke!
He was baffled; why was it so hard to boost Su Xiaoxiao’s affection?
They weren’t following the usual script!
He expected a storm but ended up with nothing but a whisper, leaving him to sigh in solitude.
Since it was all behind him now, Yun Zhonghe decided to stop dwelling on it.
Opportunities to gain the heroine’s affection aren’t just handed out like candy; patience is key.
So, he freshened up his spirits and focused on his self-improvement instead.
Especially since he was now cruising at about 80% in the Initial Understanding mid-stage and had only 20% left to reach that more profound realm.
Though it looked close, such breakthroughs required substantial chance.
Fortunately, the guidance from Wang Hao pointed him in a direction: the Outer Gate’s Scripture Pavilion, which housed countless martial arts tomes, was open to disciples!
In most sects, disciples had to shell out significant contribution points or precious spirit stones to borrow a coveted tome or skill.
But Xuantian Sect was generous, allowing students to roam through the tomes in the pavillion after spending some contribution points. Only if they wanted to borrow a work would they need to pay in spirit stones.
Of course, gaining access to the Scripture Pavilion wasn’t without its hurdles.
Disciples needed to expend a certain amount of sect contribution points for reading privileges.
The way to earn these points was simple. The sect would convert the spirit stones given to disciples into equivalent contribution points, measuring their contributions to the sect.
For Yun Zhonghe, as the representative of his class, he received 5,000 spirit stones as monthly support, meaning his contribution points climbed in tandem to 5,000.
Adding the rewards from the previous assessments, he had amassed a total of 55,000 spirit stones, and naturally, his contribution points skyrocketed to 55,000 as well.
In the Outer Gate’s Scripture Pavilion, just half an hour of browsing cost 1,000 contribution points.
That means he could roam freely in the pavilion for up to 55 hours.
How much he could learn now depended solely on his luck!
Today was a rare day off in the sect. No heavy courses on the schedule, and disciples were eagerly organizing their own activities.
Some chose to go down the mountain in groups to the bustling Xuantian Mansion, where they could browse the markets for goods or indulge in some fun.
Those with a touch of discipline stayed back in the sect to keep honing their skills, seizing every opportunity to improve.
Yun Zhonghe finally had some time for himself!
Under normal circumstances, he’d drag Su Xiaoxiao along on his day off.
But he noticed lately that her cheerful demeanor had grown, as she developed closer ties with many female disciples, seemingly crafting her own little social circle.
It looked like she was doing just fine without him and even blossoming independently.
Yun Zhonghe realized he couldn’t always shelter her; she needed to carve her own path.
So he decided to enjoy the break solo.
Unbeknownst to him, however, he unexpectedly ran into the main character trio.
Mu Jixue, Lin Zhongyu, and Su Xiaoxiao were all gathered, seemingly waiting for someone.
And those striking purple eyes of Mu Jixue—at the mere glance—caught sight of Yun Zhonghe.
“What a coincidence…”
Yun Zhonghe echoed the same bewilderment as Mu Jixue in his mind.
That long-lost feeling resurfaced. It was as if a magical magnet was pulling them together.
He planned to sneak away quietly. After all, this was a rare bonding moment for the main trio. A simple nobody like him shouldn’t interrupt—he should leave this golden opportunity for them.
But just as he turned to slip away, Mu Jixue made a subtle gesture that caught his attention.
“What does that mean?”
Yun Zhonghe had excellent vision. Even from a distance, he could see Mu Jixue’s sparkling eyes blinking rapidly, as if she were trying to convey something unspeakable.
She looked very troubled.
Realizing this, Yun Zhonghe frowned, feeling a little odd.
What was going on? Was this some sort of secret bro-code signaling?
Most likely!
Confidently, he read Mu Jixue’s looks like a book; no one knew her better than he did.
This had to be a call for help.
After all, if Huang Aotian wanted to keep the yellow-haired one away, she wouldn’t even give him the time of day.
So, Yun Zhonghe stepped up, striding boldly toward Mu Jixue.
In trouble? Here comes your bro!
Mu Jixue, more worried now: “Wait… why are you coming over?!”
