93: Chapter 93 White Lotus Sect

Seeing your attitude change so quickly, Li Youcai was stunned for a moment, his stomach full of carefully prepared arguments forcibly stuck in his throat.

He felt like he was being set up, but he had no proof.

"I have no such intention."

Hearing this, Yang Feng's expression darkened slightly, and he flatly denied it.

"Since you don't have that intention, why don't you let me be this leader?"

The person who had previously spoken mockingly flickered like a ghost, standing in front of the crowd in the blink of an eye. Such speed shocked quite a few people inwardly.

The newcomer was dressed in eye-catching red robes, with his collar casually open, carrying a cynical, ruffian-like aura.

"It's him!"

Someone cried out in surprise.

"Ghost Shadow — Yun Wuji."

"Who is this person?"

Watching the commotion in the crowd, your gaze glanced toward Li Youcai.

"Yun Wuji, this person has practiced a movement secret technique to the realm of great completion."

As a know-it-all who was good at everything except cultivation, Li Youcai immediately began to talk eloquently.

"It's very difficult for ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators to trap him. It is said that he once stole a bellyband from a female Foundation Establishment cultivator and was hunted down for nearly three months, but in the end, he still managed to escape."

"Then instead of calling him Ghost Shadow, it'd be better to call him Perverted Ghost."

You were utterly speechless inside. True to the Hehuan Sect, not only were lustful men gathered in a bunch, but each of them also possessed unique skills.

Seeing the crowd fall silent, Yun Wuji grinned:

"Everyone, why not bow to me as your boss?"

"Yun Wuji, don't be too arrogant. Today I am not alone."

Yang Feng looked at the newcomer with an iron-colored face, clearly having a long-standing grievance between them.

As the words fell, several figures darted out quickly, surrounding the man in red in the center in a flash, faintly sealing off his retreat.

"Tch, believe it or not, this young master will strip you bare right here today."

Yun Wuji swept a disdainful glance at the few people, still uttering wild words.

"You!!!"

"If you want to fight, then fight; if not, get lost to the back."

At this moment, a cold and detached voice drifted leisurely from outside the crowd. The voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

Hearing this, the veins on Yang Feng's temples throbbed wildly. He raised his eyes to look, wanting to see which fearless person was provoking him again.

The crowd automatically parted a path, fearing to bring trouble upon themselves.

You walked slowly from outside the crowd, your white clothes like snow, your ink-black hair lightly dancing with the wind. Your peerless beauty was like a fairy in a painting, yet your eyes looked down upon everyone present with indifference.

This arrogant posture caused quite a few people present to slightly frown.

Seeing that it was a woman, and her posture was extremely arrogant, Yang Feng, who was already brimming with anger, immediately sneered and was about to open his mouth to mock.

"Where did this stinky—"

But the words had just left his mouth when his vision suddenly blurred!

The next instant, a fair and jade-like palm had already gripped his throat, smashing him fiercely toward the ground.

"Bang!"

The bluestones on the ground cracked, and dust flew everywhere. Half of Yang Feng's face was embedded in the mud, his throat bones making clicking sounds, and even his screams were stuck dead in his throat.

The entire scene was dead silent.

Everyone's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and their eyes became much clearer.

Only you calmly let go of your hand, gently flicking your fingertips with a relaxed posture, as if you had done a trivial thing.

"I'm having him be this boss, who agrees and who opposes?"

You swept your gaze around with a full smile, but quietly threw the upcoming messy situation to Han Xuan.

You loved showing off in front of people, but managing gangs and stuff? Forget it, too troublesome!

Besides, what's his is yours, and what's yours is still yours...

Compared to the shock just now, there were now even more gnashing whispers all around.

Gaze after gaze pierced like needles into the newly arrived Han Xuan, filled with jealousy, unwillingness, and an envy that was almost about to condense into substance.

"Damn it! Why is this brat's life so good!"

Quite a few people clenched their fists until they cracked, their nails almost pinching into their palms.

Han Xuan instantly felt mountain-like pressure, but looking at your flamboyant and bright smile, he silently straightened his spine again.

Intuition told him that daring to tear down the stage at this time would definitely lead to no good fruits afterwards.

"Damn it, let go of Brother Yang!"

It was only until this moment that those cultivators led by Yang Feng snapped out of their daze, roaring as they swarmed forward.

For a moment, cold light suddenly flashed, and five figures pounced toward you from different directions, every move aiming straight for the vital parts.

You let out a cold snort, your eyes stopping Han Xuan who wanted to step forward. At this moment, no one could share your spotlight.

The next instant, three bloody radiances burst out from beneath your sleeves, pulling out sonic booms in the air.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Before the three people in front could make any reaction, an extra bloody hole had appeared in their throats.

Immediately, their charging bodies crashed heavily to the ground. The two people in the rear instantly felt all the hairs on their bodies stand on end, finally seeing the gap clearly at this moment, and turned around to flee this place.

This woman was simply the reincarnation of a killing star, completely impossible to fight head-on!

But the moment they turned around, out of the corner of their eyes, they caught a glimpse of white robes flashing, and immediately felt their necks clamped by a giant force.

"Crack~"

Two crisp bone-cracking sounds almost overlapped together, exceptionally harsh in the dead silence of the arena.

After a moment of silence in the crowd, several figures hurried forward, bowing uniformly in front of Han Xuan, their tones respectful and serious:

"Boss!"

After speaking, several of them couldn't help but stealthily glance not far away.

You were lowering your eyes, leisurely wiping your fingertips. Seeming to notice the gaze, you turned your side to look, a gentle smile floating on the corners of your lips.

The few people were in a daze for a moment, then hurriedly looked away, not daring to look any more.

"Fairy, what about me?"

At this time, a red-robed figure came before you, still with that cynical posture.

"If you don't want to die, get lost far away."

You didn't even raise an eyelid.

The aura on this person was mixed and impure; he was clearly an out-and-out flower-picking bandit, what was he pretending to be a suave gentleman here for?

Bah!

Yun Wuji's smile froze on his face. But looking at the already-dead Yang fellow, he took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and prepared to act as a quiet, handsome man.

"Young master~ wait~!"

You suddenly raised your head, looking at him with a smiling expression.

Yun Wuji looked at the beautiful and alluring woman before him, his heart skipping a beat. Could it be...

You maintained the smile on your face, pointed at the few corpses on the ground, and then glanced at the several law enforcement disciples of the Hehuan Sect walking quickly not far away.

"These few people were all killed by you, right?"

Your tone was soft, even gentle, but Yun Wuji felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, stiffening in place, not even daring to move his fingertips a bit.

He could sense that if he said a single wrong word next, he would definitely die on the spot.

"N—No... That's right! I killed them."

Which was more important, spirit stones or his little life? He could still tell that apart.

You nodded in satisfaction.

What great completion movement technique, what escaping unscathed from under the hands of a Foundation Establishment cultivator—at such a close distance, no matter how powerful Qi Refining was, they still had to kneel!

"Fairy Lord."

At this time, Li Youcai came before you and spoke cautiously.

It was his first time seeing you truly make a move. He was already terrified of you in his heart, and at this moment, it had reached the point of revering you like a god.

"What is it?"

Looking at Yun Wuji taking the initiative to pay the "fine", coupled with the previous vent, the pent-up frustration from the illusion finally dissipated by more than half, and your mood was exceptionally pleasant at this moment.

"Brother Han said, let you choose the name for the gang."

Hearing this, you glanced sideways at Han Xuan, whose smile was stiff in the crowd, the corners of your lips lifting slightly as a somewhat rebellious moniker suddenly popped into your mind.

"Then let's call it... Bailian Sect."