103: Chapter 103 Ye Qingxian Reveals Her Identity in an Attempt to Save Her Master

Deep within the main peak of the Jiang Family, the doors of the wedding chamber were tightly shut.

Two Auras, far surpassing the Great Emperor Peak, stood guard outside the door. A pot of spiritual tea and two plates of snacks were set out, and the teacups were held perfectly steady.

Ji Rushuang stood on the other side, leaning against the doorframe, her phoenix eyes slightly closed, a faint smile hanging on the corner of her lips.

From inside the room, an occasional muffled sound could be heard.

It was unclear if something had fallen over, or if someone had been pressed against something.

Jiang Taixu's hand, holding the teacup, paused for a moment, and his ears twitched.

Ji Rushuang opened her eyes and glanced at him.

The two exchanged a look and simultaneously turned their gazes away.

Jiang Taixu took a sip of tea: "Young people are just so reckless..."

Ji Rushuang replied: "Is being reckless not good? It's comfortable and enjoyable! Unlike you, old fellow! You claim to be free of worldly desires, with your heart set on the Dao!"

"In reality, you just like to maintain an image, but in truth, you can't even get it up!"

While the two were bickering, a small figure appeared at the courtyard gate.

Ye Qingxian was absolutely incensed; she was now walking with her nose in the air, her eyes very serious.

From the moment Lu Chen was carried away in a princess carry by Jiang Yi until now, Ye Qingxian had experienced a complete emotional journey.

It started with shock, then confusion over her Revered Master sacrificing himself, followed by inner conflict, and finally...

[No! Revered Master is my Revered Master! Although I've been his Disciple for less than a day, he is still mine!]

[How could my, Ye Qingxian's, person be snatched away by another woman?]

[Even if I can't beat them, I must make a statement! Otherwise, how will the ranking in the sect be decided later?]

She puffed out her chest, but her flat, unremarkable chest puffed out nothing but emptiness.

She was clearly not a peerless beauty; when she looked down, she could see not only her toes but also her ankles! But her Aura was maxed out!

Ye Qingxian strode forward, her little short boots stepping on the bluestone ground of the Jiang Family's main peak, walking step by step toward the wedding chamber.

A Jiang Family deacon couldn't help but reach out: "Little girl, you can't go over there—"

Ye Qingxian slapped his hand away: "Move! This Young Miss is handling important business!"

She walked to the courtyard gate and stood still.

In front of her were the two Great Emperors, Jiang Taixu and Ji Rushuang.

Then she coughed twice.

"Ahem!"

Jiang Taixu held his teacup without lifting his eyelids.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Ji Rushuang tilted her head, her phoenix eyes sweeping over.

Ye Qingxian felt that the temperature of this gaze was very low, but she had already steeled herself.

She took a step forward, put her hands on her hips, lifted her chin, and shouted with all her might—

"How dare you! Do you know who the person inside is!"

Jiang Taixu finally lifted his eyelids.

Ji Rushuang's lips twitched.

Ye Qingxian's voice grew louder, loud enough for the entire courtyard to hear.

"He is my, Ye Qingxian's, Revered Master! The only Great Emperor in this world! Your Jiang Family dares to forcefully snatch my Revered Master into the wedding chamber; this is a great disrespect to my Revered Master!"

After she finished speaking, she felt it wasn't enough.

She reached her right hand into her sleeve and pulled out a jade token.

The jade token was entirely purple-gold. The front was engraved with an ancient "Ye" character, and the back featured the totem patterns of the Ancient Ye Family. Imperial Dao spiritual patterns flowed across the surface of the token, emitting a faint pressure.

It was the direct descendant identity token of the Ancient Ye Family.

Ye Qingxian held the jade token above her head, full of heroic spirit.

"My mother is the Head of the Ye Family! A Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor! If you are sensible, release my Revered Master immediately!"

She thrust the jade token forward, her voice loud and clear.

"Otherwise, my Ye Family will never let this go!"

After saying this, Ye Qingxian felt she was incredibly cool.

At this moment, she felt like one of those peerless heroines in storybooks who could turn the tide, single-handedly storming a dragon's den to rescue her trapped Revered Master.

She had even already envisioned the subsequent scene in her mind—

Jiang Taixu's expression changing drastically, putting down his teacup, exclaiming: The daughter of the Ye Family Head?

Ji Rushuang's face paling, hurriedly apologizing with a smile: Oh my, I didn't know you were the Young Miss of the Ye Family, please forgive the offense!

Then the wedding chamber door opening, Revered Master walking out fully clothed, rubbing her head and saying: Good Disciple, thanks to you.

Perfect.

However, in reality.

Jiang Taixu looked at the jade token she was holding, picked up his teacup, blew away the foam, and took a sip.

No exclamation, no change in expression.

He didn't even take a second look.

Ji Rushuang, on the other hand, laughed.

She straightened up from the doorframe, walked in front of Ye Qingxian, reached out, and rubbed Ye Qingxian's head.

"Little girl, we know."

Ye Qingxian's expression froze.

Ji Rushuang's hand was very gentle, no different from how she would rub her own Junior.

"You are Ye Family's little Qingxian, right? Your mother, Ye Lanxi, sent me a message last month saying that her daughter had run off to roam again, and asked us to keep an eye on you if we saw you in the Central Province."

Ye Qingxian's mouth fell open, unable to close.

"Little girl, if you don't want to be dragged back by your mother, don't go around flashing this token."

He stood with his hands behind his back, speaking earnestly.

"This identity token of yours is only good for scaring Loose Cultivators."

Ji Rushuang extended a jade finger and pointed to the east: "Jiang Family."

She pointed to the west: "Ji Family."

She pointed to the south: "Dao Yi Holy Land, Yaochi Holy Land, Taiyin Academy..."

"Any gatekeeper Disciple from any of these families is at least at the Xiantai Realm. If you flash an identity token, they will at most politely say 'Greetings, Young Miss Ye,' and then go back to doing what they were doing."

"You aren't your mother herself, after all."

The jade token in Ye Qingxian's hand froze in mid-air; she couldn't hold it up, nor could she put it down.

In her large eyes, that heroic ambition of "I have come to save my Revered Master" was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Taixu put down his teacup and finally spoke; his voice wasn't loud, but it carried weight.

"Regarding your Revered Master taking you as a Disciple, Ye Qingluan sent a letter back to the Ye Family not long ago, and your mother knows about it too."

He glanced at Ye Qingxian, his gaze devoid of malice, even carrying a hint of an elder's magnanimity.

"Your mother's reply was—'Let her be,' so you can follow your Revered Master and run around as you please from now on."

Ye Qingxian's body swayed.

"Yay! I'm free!"

Ji Rushuang fished out a bag of mortal candied fruits from her sleeve, walked over, and placed it at Ye Qingxian's feet.

"Shh~ Be quiet, eat something, don't scream. If you scare your Revered Master and he gets stressed out, and he can't get it up later, your Revered Master will beat you."

Ye Qingxian glanced at the candied fruits.

She reached out, took one, and stuffed it into her mouth.

She chewed twice, then continued to take more.

She mumbled something in her mouth: "Good thing I kissed Revered Master first, it's not a loss..."

The courtyard returned to silence.

Jiang Taixu poured a cup of fresh tea, Ji Rushuang closed her eyes to rest, and Jiang Boyong paced away with his hands behind his back.

The twelve-layer Imperial-grade Formation still shrouded the sky above the Jiang Family, with purple-gold Law patterns circulating endlessly.

Inside the Formation, everything was calm and tranquil.

Inside the Formation, the wedding chamber was tightly shut.

The light from the red silk lanterns seeped out from the cracks in the door, reflecting on the bluestone ground, a warm and cozy sight.

From inside the room, faint groans could be heard.

Jiang Taixu's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

On Ji Rushuang's ears, the Law power of the sound-insulation barrier thickened by another three points.

Ye Qingxian crouched in the corner, chewing on the candied fruits, and suddenly pricked up her ears.

"Eh?"

She tilted her head, and her twin ponytails swayed twice.

"It seems like there's movement inside..."

Ji Rushuang opened her eyes, her phoenix eyes sweeping over, reinforced the Formation, and then spoke to lecture Ye Qingxian.

"No."

"You heard wrong."

"Eat your candied fruits."

However, what Ji Rushuang was whispering in her heart was not this.

"These two children, when their passion reaches such a peak, can they not even control their spiritual power? Could it be that they are playing too wildly, and even need to use spiritual power to fight!"