90: First Encounter with Meng Bi

He immediately turned around and took out a Jade Slip containing a Pill Formula from a secret compartment covered in runes behind him.

He then quickly retrieved three tightly wrapped, spiritually vibrant medicinal herb packages from the storeroom.

"Junior Brother Yao, the Pill Formula is priced at one hundred Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, and the three medicinal herb packages are fifty Mid-Grade Spirit Stones each, totaling two hundred and fifty Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.

Since you are an Inner Sect Core Disciple, you enjoy a ten percent discount, so you only need to pay two hundred and twenty-five Mid-Grade Spirit Stones."

The Deacon Elder respectfully announced the price.

Yao Delong nodded; although the price was expensive, it was considered fair.

With a flip of his wrist, a heavy Storage Pouch, containing exactly two hundred and twenty-five Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, appeared on the counter.

"Thank you, Elder."

After putting away the Pill Formula Jade Slip and the medicinal herbs, Yao Delong turned to leave the Medicinal Pill area, intending to check the nearby Magic Treasure area to see if there was a suitable Pill Furnace.

Just as he stepped into the dazzling array of light shields in the Magic Treasure area, a slightly frivolous, deliberately raised voice came from a corner:

"Yo! Isn't this Junior Sister Luo? What a coincidence! Are you here to pick out a Magic Treasure today too?"

"Junior Sister, your Autumn Water Sword seems a bit old, doesn't it? How about I take charge and gift you a top-grade Spiritual Artifact? This 'Firefly Flying Star Sword' would suit your temperament perfectly!"

"Senior Brother Meng, I appreciate your kindness, Miaomiao understands your intent. However, I have no interest in this Flying Star Sword."

Luo Miaomiao's voice carried a coldness that kept people at a distance as she tried to bypass the semicircle formed by Meng Bi and his group.

Dressed in water-blue robes, with a slender figure and a beautiful Face, she possessed an air of noble purity between her brows; she was indeed Luo Miaomiao, a Disciple of Spirit Water Peak.

The Autumn Water Sword in her hand was merely a Medium Grade Spiritual Artifact.

At this moment, the Firefly Flying Star Sword in Meng Bi's hand, shimmering with flowing light and dotted with starlight, appeared particularly glaring and hypocritical in her eyes.

The smile on Meng Bi's Face faded, and a trace of malice flashed in his eyes.

As the heir to the Zhenyuan Marquiss Residence, an Inner Sect Core Disciple, and possessing the Middle Golden Core Stage cultivation,

he had always had his way within the Sect. When had he ever been humiliated in public by a female Disciple at the Foundation Establishment Mid-stage?

Especially this Luo Miaomiao; although she came from a cultivation family, what did that amount to in front of his Zhenyuan Marquiss Residence?

In his eyes, being noticed by him was her good fortune, and being taken as a concubine was a favor.

"Junior Sister Luo," Meng Bi stepped forward, no longer concealing his Middle Golden Core Stage Aura.

A heavy sense of oppression surged toward Luo Miaomiao, and his voice deepened.

"I am showing you my kindness, yet you refuse it so coldly; isn't that a bit heartless? Could it be that you think I, Meng Bi, am not good enough for you, or does your Luo family... look down on my Zhenyuan Marquiss Residence?"

His words carried a threatening tone.

Luo Miaomiao's breath hitched under the pressure of the Golden Core Aura, and her pretty Face paled slightly, but she had a strong personality. Instead of fear, anger ignited in her eyes.

She looked up abruptly, staring straight into Meng Bi's greedy and arrogant eyes, her voice sounding like ice beads falling to the ground:

"Senior Brother Meng, that is where you are wrong! Miaomiao is devoted to the Dao and has no interest in romantic entanglements! Nor do I have any intention of clinging to anyone! As for whether you are good enough?

Hmph! A toad lusting after a swan, why don't you look in a mirror and see what kind of person you really are! Relying on your family background and cultivation to force others?

Although my Luo family is not a great clan, we walk upright and act with integrity. We disdain sycophancy and living in humiliation! Please respect yourself, Senior Brother, and stop pestering me!"

These words were clear, resonant, and struck like a thunderclap in the relatively quiet Magic Treasure area of the Treasure Pavilion!

"Hiss!" "She... she actually dared to speak to Senior Brother Meng like that?" "Well said!" "Heavens, this Junior Sister Luo is too bold!"

The surrounding Disciples were instantly in an uproar, with expressions of shock, worry, admiration, and schadenfreude intertwined.

Meng Bi usually relied on his status and cultivation to run rampant in the Sect, bullying his peers. He especially liked to force himself on beautiful female Disciples, which had long since caused many to complain, but they dared not speak out.

At this moment, Luo Miaomiao's angry rebuke had voiced the inner thoughts of many!

"Bitch! You are courting death!"

When had Meng Bi ever suffered such humiliation? Especially in front of so many people! His handsome Face twisted instantly, and killing intent surged in his eyes!

His Middle Golden Core Stage Aura was unleashed without reservation, erupting like a violent tsunami!

The few lackeys beside him also immediately released their Foundation Establishment Stage Auras, locking onto Luo Miaomiao firmly!

Luo Miaomiao felt as if several mountains were pressing down on her head; her blood surged, and her Spiritual Qi circulation became sluggish and difficult!

She bit her lower lip, stubbornly straightening her back, but the color had drained from her pretty Face, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead; she was on the verge of collapsing!

Just then!

An equally vast, yet completely different Aura suddenly pierced into this chaotic pressure!

Like a blazing sun tearing through the haze, carrying a power of supreme Yang and rigidity, vast and righteous, it slammed into Meng Bi's oppressive Golden Core Aura!

Two invisible Auras collided in the air, emitting a muffled, thunderous sound!

Violent air currents swept out from the center of the two, blowing the Magic Treasures inside the surrounding light shields until they vibrated slightly!

Thump, thump, thump!

Caught off guard, Meng Bi never expected anyone to dare defy him. In his carelessness, he involuntarily took half a step back!

A figure, straight as a pine and dressed in a black robe with gold trim, had appeared silently like a ghost in front of Luo Miaomiao, shielding her firmly behind him!

"Yao... Senior Brother Yao!" Luo Miaomiao looked at the broad back in front of her. Feeling the warmth and sense of security brought by the pure Yang Aura that shielded her, her tense heartstrings relaxed. Her voice carried a trace of imperceptible trembling and lingering fear.

Yao Delong was expressionless, but his eyes were icy cold. He recognized the lackey behind Meng Bi—it was Meng Lang!

"Damn it! That day at Black Dragon Ravine, it was this brat who led people to ambush me! And this piece of trash at the Middle Golden Core Stage next to him must be the Meng Bi that Xiao Huohuo mentioned! You dogs! Since we've crossed paths today, it's time to settle this account! If I get the chance, I will definitely grind your bones to dust!"

Yao Delong's killing intent churned within him, but his expression remained calm.

Meng Bi steadied himself, looking at the newcomer with shock and anger. The black robe with gold trim on the opponent, of the same Rank as his, instantly made his pupils shrink! An Inner Sect Core Disciple!

"Who are you?!" Meng Bi's Face was as gloomy as water, staring fixedly at Yao Delong. "You dare to meddle in my, Meng Bi's, business? In the Yin Yang Sect, those who offend me never end well!"

After seeing Yao Delong's Face, Meng Lang's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly leaned into Meng Bi's ear and whispered urgently: "Brother Bi! He is Yao Delong!!"

Yao Delong? "So it is Junior Brother Yao." Meng Bi suppressed his anger, squeezed out a cold smile, and his tone carried a condescending warning.

"I advise you, Junior Brother, not to act on impulse. To make an enemy of my Zhenyuan Marquiss Residence for the sake of an unappreciative little girl is truly not a wise move. Hand this woman over to me, and I can pretend today's events never happened."

Upon hearing this, the corners of Yao Delong's mouth curled into a faint arc, carrying undisguised mockery. You already arranged for people to assassinate me, and now you're threatening me? If it weren't for the Sect rules, I would have directly unleashed the panyan gold puppet to send you to meet your great-grandfather.

Yao Delong's gaze swept over Meng Bi and the Firefly Flying Star Sword in his hand. A mocking smile, completely unhidden, played on his lips, as if he were watching a clumsy performance.

His voice was not loud, but it clearly spread throughout the entire area: "Junior Brother Meng, with just this top-grade Spiritual Artifact Flying Sword that is flashy but lacks substance and has a volatile temper—is it worthy of a Cultivator as pure and talented as Junior Sister Luo? Tsk... it seems the heritage and vision of your Marquiss Residence are nothing more than this."