72: Chapter 72 Why is it a small moon?

"I've heard that our Sword Fairy's master is one of the top Saint-level powerhouses in our Cangqiong Holy Land. Sigh... it's really a bargain for that brat."

Upon hearing Hong Shan's words, Zhang Ping let out several cold laughs: "Hehehe, you want to have such good luck? Look at our Junior Martial Brother; he is a cultivator who has mastered the Heavenly Thunder Sword Intent. Only then did he have the qualifications to charge towards Moon Lake in the core area of Hidden Sword Cliff, and it was only through his strength that he was able to see the Sword Fairy. You? Do you have that kind of strength?"

It wasn't just Hong Shan; even the others, including Zhang Ping, had only cultivated a wisp of Sword Qi. The gap between that and cultivating Sword Intent was like heaven and earth.

"Hey, what do you think? If our Senior Martial Brother Duan Lang hadn't walked out from inside earlier at noon, wouldn't it have been him carrying the Sword Fairy out?"

At this moment, another disciple joined the conversation between Hong Shan and Zhang Ping.

"That's right, I had forgotten until you mentioned it. If Senior Martial Brother Duan Lang hadn't come out from inside, he, as a Core Disciple, would definitely have gained the favor of the Sword Fairy!" Hong Shan immediately agreed with this statement.

Suddenly, a gaze filled with killing intent came from behind them.

"S-Senior Martial Brother Duan Lang?"

Hong Shan turned his head to look and saw Martial Nephew Duan Lang with a dark, foul expression on his face, which made him afraid to move carelessly. He quickly bowed and said: "Greetings, Senior Martial Brother Duan Lang!"

The other disciples also turned around one after another, frozen in place, with cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.

"We offer our greetings, Senior Martial Brother Duan Lang!"

Martial Nephew Duan Lang's brows were filled with killing intent, and his face was as gloomy as the sea. He had returned to the Hidden Sword Cliff again.

Watching Ye Xuan using that peerlessly beautiful face to chat enthusiastically with the plain-looking girl on his back, the rage in Martial Nephew Duan Lang's heart continued to rise, and his killing intent spread out bit by bit.

"All of you, get lost!"

Martial Nephew Duan Lang glanced coldly at Hong Shan and the others, flicked his sleeves in disgust, and drove them away without mercy.

Hong Shan and the others didn't even dare to speak, hurriedly rushing outside of Cangjian Peak.

"Damn trash, you actually dared to lie to me!"

Next was that damn Ye Xuan, who actually used him, Martial Nephew Duan Lang, as a tool, saying that Yun Zhe had fourth-grade spirit wine.

As it turned out, standing behind Yun Zhe was an Inner Sect Elder, Inner Sect Elder Leng Qianqiu, who was a notoriously ugly female elder in the entire inner sect. For many years, she had never shown her true face to anyone, and the inner sect had long spread rumors that this female elder was extremely ugly.

And because Inner Sect Elder Leng Qianqiu's younger brother—Leng Qianming—was the Holy Son of the previous generation of the Cangqiong Holy Land, no one dared to provoke this ugly Inner Sect Elder, Inner Sect Elder Leng Qianqiu.

I really didn't expect that ugly female elder, Inner Sect Elder Leng Qianqiu, to actually have that kind of relationship with Yun Zhe...

No matter how Martial Nephew Duan Lang thought about it, he couldn't rack his brains to understand why this Yun Zhe would fancy an old woman who was ugly to the extreme.

Even if one were starving, one wouldn't go so far as to eat such food, right?

Martial Nephew Duan Lang was furious. Whenever he thought of Inner Sect Elder Leng Qianqiu's masked face, he couldn't help but feel his stomach churn.

"Brat, you actually dared to fool me. You have a lot of nerve."

Martial Nephew Duan Lang looked at Ye Xuan, his eyes filled with coldness: "Brat, it's all you! It's all because of you that my spirit ring was all snatched away by Yun Zhe. You must pay the price for this."

Just now, Martial Nephew Duan Lang had found Yun Zhe and also saw the elder, Inner Sect Elder Leng Qianqiu, who had a face as cold as frost towards him. He was so scared that he didn't dare to say anything, could only tuck his tail and hand over his spirit ring, and was driven away in a dejected manner.

Seeing Ye Xuan carrying the Sword Fairy, Qingluan, at this moment, Martial Nephew Duan Lang was even more furious. If he hadn't been tricked away just now, the person carrying the Sword Fairy right now should have been him, right?

The Sword Fairy, Qingluan, was the dream lover of all the disciples in the Holy Land. She had a pair of crescent-moon eyes, and although she looked delicate and pretty, one couldn't ignore that the master behind the Sword Fairy was one of the most powerful elders in the entire Holy Land. Who wouldn't want to rely on such a backer?

According to seniority, the Sword Fairy, Qingluan, was a personal disciple, and almost all inner sect disciples had to call her Junior Martial Uncle.

"Damn it, the person who should have been carrying Qingluan back was me. Brat, you really deserve to die!"

Martial Nephew Duan Lang's inner rage was constantly rising, and he was thinking about how to snatch the Sword Fairy away.

"I didn't expect this guy to come back so soon." Ye Xuan's expression remained unchanged, but in his heart, he began to eliminate Yun Zhe. He had sent this guy away, but he didn't even use a sound transmission stone to tell him in advance. Now it was great; he had to face this guy before taking the opportunity.

Fine, let's just treat it as the final test before obtaining the opportunity.

At this moment, even Little Moon on his back noticed the slight frown on Ye Xuan's face and couldn't help asking: "Senior Brother, what's wrong? Why aren't we moving?"

"Senior Brother is worried. I'm worried that this aggressive Senior Brother in front of us will snatch Qingluan away." Ye Xuan had a sudden inspiration and made up a lie: "Last time, I saw this Senior Brother trying to snatch away a cute Junior Sister in front of many disciples. I intervened and ruined his good deed, and as a result, he has held a grudge against me."

"I think this lecherous Senior Brother is up to no good again, trying to snatch the Junior Sister home."

"Otherwise, how about I put you down now, you run quickly, and I'll hold him off?"

"Protecting the Junior Sister is the duty of a Senior Brother. I absolutely cannot let such a beast succeed!"

Ye Xuan had a great resolve to sacrifice everything to protect Qingluan, portraying Martial Nephew Duan Lang as a heinous person who snatched Junior Sisters, and perhaps he would sacrifice his life for righteousness.

After hearing these rumors, Little Moon, lying on Ye Xuan's back, frowned tightly as she looked at the cold-faced Martial Nephew Duan Lang in the distance. She stretched out her slender, jade-like hand, gently touched Ye Xuan's head, and comforted him: "Senior Brother, don't be afraid. With Qingluan here, Martial Nephew Duan Lang wouldn't dare to act rashly."

"I used to think Martial Nephew Duan Lang was an enterprising junior; whenever he met me, he would call me Junior Martial Uncle. I really didn't expect that he was such a shameless scoundrel!"

Little Moon's gaze towards Martial Nephew Duan Lang was full of disgust.

"Damn it, what on earth did that brat say to Qingluan? Why is she looking at me with that kind of gaze!"

Martial Nephew Duan Lang stopped his forward steps, his face even darker. Although he saw Ye Xuan's slightly moving lips, he could finally confirm that Qingluan had lost all favor for him.

That kind of gaze was as disgusted as if she were looking at a swarm of flies.

"Ah? Martial Nephew Duan Lang still has to call you Junior Martial Uncle? Good heavens..."

Ye Xuan immediately pretended to be very surprised and deliberately called out in a very soft and gentle voice: "Then it seems that in the future, I will also have to call you, Little Moon, Junior Martial Uncle!"

"Ah? What Little Moon? Who is Little Moon? I don't want that! Senior Brother, woo... you should still call me Qingluan!" Qingluan reacted immediately, her pretty face blushing. So, Little Moon was referring to her.

"Woo... why do you call me Little Moon?"

Ye Xuan, bearing the scrutiny from behind, smiled and explained: "Hmm... this, well, it's of course because, Junior Martial Uncle Qingluan, your eyes look like a small crescent moon."