87: Chapter 87 Little Yun'er, Don't Let Me Down

At the summit of Lonely Peak in the Luoxue Sect, the bamboo house was filled with curling, warm fragrance.

Master Bai Yuxue wore a fiery red, sleeveless long dress with a hem that trailed on the floor.

The provocative cut accentuated her exquisite and shapely figure to the fullest.

Her skin was fairer than snow, creating a stark contrast with the vibrant red dress as she reclined lazily on the soft couch.

Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her brows and eyes carried a hint of languid allure.

Every movement was imbued with a soul-stirring charm.

Han Qingxue, dressed in a plain white gown with a poised posture, stood before the soft couch.

With a cool and respectful expression, she was reporting everything that had happened in the Sect today to Master Bai Yuxue.

"Revered Master, today in the life-and-death battle between Junior Brother Ye Yun and the Outer Sect Disciple Wang Peng, Junior Brother Ye Yun won."

"He revealed his cultivation at the Great Martial Artist Fourth Level and crushed his opponent with the Setting Sun Fist. Wang Peng consumed a qi burst pill to burn his life force, ultimately dying."

"Later, Mu Wanyao and Zhao Xinyue from the Inner Sect took the initiative to get to know Junior Brother Ye Yun, which happened to be witnessed by Murong Yun."

"Murong Yun caused trouble for Junior Brother Ye Yun in public and threatened him with words, leading to a feud between the two."

Han Qingxue's voice was cold and calm as she reported the sequence of events in detail, without concealing anything.

Master Bai Yuxue lazily lifted her eyes, her slender fingers idly playing with a strand of dark hair.

She listened nonchalantly, her face devoid of any ripples.

Only after Han Qingxue finished speaking did she part her red lips slightly.

A flirtatious smile curled the corners of her mouth, her tone carrying a hint of playfulness:

"What a troublesome little thing. He's only been in the Sect for a few days, and already there's a life-and-death battle and he's offended an Inner Sect Genius. He sure knows how to find trouble for me."

Han Qingxue looked at her Revered Master, a flicker of worry flashing in her cold eyes, and she bowed to ask:

"Revered Master, Murong Yun is narrow-minded, ruthless in his methods, and has an extremely deep background. He will definitely not let this go. Should this Disciple step in and eliminate this trouble in advance to avoid future harm to Junior Brother?"

Master Bai Yuxue shook her head slightly, her languid expression gradually receding, and a deep, sharp light flashed in her eyes.

"No need."

"Within the Sect, there are rules. No matter how crazy Murong Yun is, he wouldn't dare to openly attack Ye Yun within the Sect. Here in the Luoxue Sect, Ye Yun is temporarily not in much danger."

She paused, a trace of imperceptible gravity flashing across her beautiful face.

"That brat Murong Yun's cultivation is only at the Great Martial Master Eighth Stage; in my eyes, he is not worth mentioning. The one who really needs attention is his grandfather—the Sect's Grand Elder, Supreme Elder Murong Cang."

"That old thing's cultivation is unfathomable. He has lived for hundreds of years, is short-tempered, overbearing, and ruthless in his methods."

"If we really have a falling out, even I would have to expend some effort; it would be too much trouble."

Han Qingxue's heart trembled, and a trace of astonishment surfaced in her cold eyes.

She had followed her Revered Master for many years and had never seen her Revered Master display such a grave expression.

The Grand Elder Supreme Elder Murong Cang could actually make her Revered Master so wary.

It seems the Foundation of the Murong family is far more terrifying than imagined.

Junior Brother Ye Yun has indeed caused huge trouble this time.

Master Bai Yuxue took a deep breath, suppressing the gravity in her heart.

She returned to her languid and alluring appearance and waved her hand at Han Qingxue.

"Alright, you don't need to take this matter to heart, much less interfere."

"That brat Ye Yun has his own Foundation, and with me backing him, he won't die from this little trouble."

"You can rest assured and go back to Cultivate, stabilize your own Realm, and don't be distracted by these trivial matters."

"Yes, Revered Master."

Han Qingxue bowed in acknowledgement, said no more, turned, and slowly exited the bamboo house.

The bamboo house returned to silence, and Master Bai Yuxue reclined lazily on the soft couch.

She looked up at the moonlight outside the window, her fiery red dress swaying in the moonlight.

Her eyes flashed with sharp light, and the smile at the corners of her mouth deepened.

"Murong Yun, Supreme Elder Murong Cang… If you dare to touch my people, even if you are a Grand Elder, I will not let you off easily."

"Little Yun, you must not let me down. You must be able to withstand this little trouble yourself."

On Lonely Peak, the moonlight was like water, and the warm fragrance remained.

Murong Yun's plot to ambush was set, and Master Bai Yuxue's secret protection was hidden.

A life-and-death tribulation hidden in Black Wind Ridge was quietly approaching Ye Yun.

The next day.

The morning light pierced through the thin mist and sprinkled onto the bluestone floor of the Luoxue Sect's Outer Sect dormitory.

It spread out in patches of warm, luminous spots.

Ye Yun was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and his Mystic Power slowly circulating throughout his body.

The Tai Xuan Hehuan Scripture was running at a steady pace through his Meridians.

Every cycle of the circulation was quietly solidifying his Foundation at the Great Martial Artist Fourth Level.

His aura was steady, without a ripple.

After a night of hard Cultivation, his cultivation had become increasingly stable, and his body faintly exuded condensed Mystic Power fluctuations.

Zhao Hu, Zhou Wen, and the others had long since finished their Cultivation and were sitting around.

Watching Ye Yun's focused and hard Cultivation, their eyes were full of admiration.

Such a hardworking Heart-Nature far exceeded that of Disciples of the same level.

It was no wonder he could possess the strength to crush the Outer Sect in such a short time.

Zhao Hu walked up on tiptoe, afraid of disturbing Ye Yun, and spoke in a low voice:

"Brother Ye Yun, take a break. I have to remind you of one thing: us newly joined Disciples have to carry out a Sect newcomer mission in seven days, heading to Black Wind Ridge to hunt Yao Beasts and collect Spiritual Plants. This is a compulsory course for Outer Sect Disciples, so don't forget it."

Ye Yun slowly opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance passing through them, before returning to gentleness.

He stood up, cupped his hands at Zhao Hu, and spoke with sincerity:

"Many thanks for the reminder, Brother Hu, I have noted it."

"If not for your notification, I might have really neglected this matter."

"We are all brothers, why be so polite."

Zhao Hu grinned and waved his hand.

"You just focus on your Cultivation. Don't worry about the mission; generally speaking, almost everyone can pass."

Ye Yun nodded, sat cross-legged again, and was about to continue running his Cultivation Technique.

Outside the dormitory door, a crisp call suddenly came, naming him directly.

Ye Yun frowned slightly, and doubt arose in his heart.

"I have only just joined the Sect, and apart from my roommates and the two Inner Sect Senior Sisters, I know no one else. Who could be looking for me right now?"

He got up and pushed the door open to go out.

Standing outside the door was a youth wearing the clothing of an Outer Sect Disciple.

His face was unfamiliar; Ye Yun was certain he had never seen him before.

When the youth saw Ye Yun come out, he quickly bowed and saluted, his tone slightly respectful:

"Ye Yun, Senior Sister Mu Wanyao from the Inner Sect asked me to pass on a message, asking you to go to the Inner Sect's Zhuyun Cottage for a chat, saying there is an important matter to tell you."

Ye Yun's heart stirred, and Mu Wanyao's appearance instantly surfaced in his mind.

Gentle brows and eyes, a slender figure.

The moon-white dress set off her orchid-like temperament, and her gentleness made one feel warm.

That shy and gentle appearance was 70% similar to his foster mother, Liu Ruyan.

It was just that Liu Ruyan's figure was more plump and enchanting.

Mu Wanyao was refined and gentle, each with their own charm.

Ye Yun suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart, a faint smile appearing on his face, and he cupped his hands to thank the youth:

"Sorry for the trouble, brother. I will go over immediately."