16: I'm really a young master.

Back mountain.

Li Changfeng gave an order.

“Leave two disciples to guard this place.”

“Immediately seal off the back mountain.”

“No one is allowed in without my command.”

The Divine Sword Sect disciples dared not disobey and immediately carried out the Young Sect Leader’s order.

Shen Qingqiu was severely injured; his body was unable to descend the mountain, so he simply returned to the Divine Sword Sect to recuperate.

Li Changfeng traveled through the air.

After some rushing, he finally arrived at the Divine Sword Sect mountain gate.

“Master!” Nan Qingyue cried out excitedly.

She stood at the mountain gate, waiting.

Upon seeing Li Changfeng’s figure, she rushed straight towards him.

“Qingyue, why are you here? Could it be that you’re waiting here for me to return?” Li Changfeng chuckled.

Nan Qingyue said nothing and threw herself into Li Changfeng’s arms.

“Master!”

“It’s good that you’re alright!”

“You scared me to death!” Nan Qingyue hugged Li Changfeng tightly.

Her voice choked.

Two lines of hot tears streamed down her cheeks.

Seeing this scene.

“Alright, alright, don’t cry, it’s not pretty.” Li Changfeng felt a pang of heartache.

He reached out and gently stroked Nan Qingyue’s head.

Nan Qingyue looked quite pitiful.

“No more crying.”

“Cry again and I’ll punish you!”

Li Changfeng deliberately put on a serious expression.

“Master wouldn’t do that.” Nan Qingyue hugged Li Changfeng even tighter.

Because she hugged him too hard.

Her blue and white Daoist robe was wrinkled.

A bit too much skin was exposed at her chest, a patch of pure white.

“What did I tell you? You should call me Mr. Li.” Li Changfeng felt a softness in his chest, and his face instantly turned red.

Damn.

This little vixen.

Again… still… the familiar… sensation.

But this time.

Li Changfeng did not choose to push Nan Qingyue away.

“Understood, Mr. Li.” Nan Qingyue stepped back, wiping away the tears from her face.

“Disciples, listen to my command, escort the two Young Masters Shen to rest.” Li Changfeng instructed.

Shen Qingqiu and Shen Qiu had good character.

Befriending them would not be harmful to the Divine Sword Sect.

“Yes, Young Sect Leader.”

“Young Master Shen, please come in.”

The Divine Sword Sect disciples dared not be negligent.

A flash of lightning sparked in Nan Qingyue’s mind; she remembered something.

“Mr. Li, the Divine Sword Sect has guests.”

“They are still waiting in the front hall.”

Li Changfeng frowned, “Who?”

Who would visit the Divine Sword Sect at this time?

Could it be Wei Laogou’s people?

Coming to scout for information?

“This disciple does not know either, I don’t recognize that person.” Nan Qingyue said.

“Alright, I understand, I’ll go take a look first.” Li Changfeng left these words and strode out, heading straight for the front hall.

Nan Qingyue did not follow.

Instead, she helped care for the injured Divine Sword Sect disciples.

“The Divine Sword Sect’s front hall, that’s where honored guests are received.” Li Changfeng muttered.

I want to see.

Who could have such a grand presence.

After half a cup of tea.

Li Changfeng arrived at the entrance of the front hall, and he looked up.

In the seat of honor in the room, a Daoist priest wore a green robe.

He had a goatee.

Carrying a wooden sword on his back.

He looked very familiar.

“Senior Wei?” Li Changfeng descended from the air and stepped into the front hall.

“It’s you?” Wei Zechuan stood up.

How could this boy be here?

Could he also be a Divine Sword Sect disciple?

Li Changfeng was not polite; he directly sat down next to Wei Zechuan. “So the matter Senior Wei spoke of was coming to the Divine Sword Sect?”

He filled two cups of tea.

Li Changfeng pushed one of them.

Towards Wei Zechuan.

The tea aroma wafted.

“I am here to find the Divine Sword Sect’s Sect Leader.”

“I imagine you also know that the Immortal Sect Tournament is about to begin.”

“I wish to discuss some matters with your esteemed Sect Leader.” Wei Zechuan was not polite; he reached out and picked up the teacup.

Wei Zechuan sniffed it.

And nodded with satisfaction.

“What is it, Senior Wei? Just tell me directly.” Li Changfeng took a sip of tea. “The Divine Sword Sect has no Sect Leader, only a Young Sect Leader.”

“Young Master, please don’t jest.”

“How could the esteemed Divine Sword Sect, one of the three great sects, not have a Sect Leader.” Wei Zechuan was stunned.

No Sect Leader?

There should at least be elders!

What can a mere child discuss!

“Senior Wei, do I look like I’m joking?” A cold glint flashed in Li Changfeng’s eyes.

“Young Master wouldn’t be saying that you are the Young Sect Leader, would you?” Wei Zechuan picked up his teacup.

Li Changfeng nodded vigorously.

He had a serious expression.

It didn’t look like he was joking.

“Pfft!” Wei Zechuan spat out the tea from his mouth, slapping his thigh and laughing uncontrollably.

“You are the Young Sect Leader?”

“Hahahahaha.”

“The Divine Sword Sect must be out of people, huh!”

“You boy, you do have some strength, but you? A sixteen-year-old Sect Leader?”

“Haha… you… impossible, impossible.”

Wei Zechuan simply didn’t believe it.

A sixteen-year-old child.

How could he be a Sect Leader?

This boy must be spouting nonsense.

“Fine.” Li Changfeng remained calm, drinking his tea leisurely.

And at this moment.

A dull knocking sound rang out.

“Disciple Nan Qingyue requests an audience.” Nan Qingyue reached out, gently tapping on the door.

“Qingyue is here, come in.” Li Changfeng put down his teacup.

“Nan Qingyue? Is that the Divine Sword Sect’s chief disciple, recognized as the world’s most beautiful woman?” Wei Zechuan’s eyes lit up, and he swallowed hard.

Li Changfeng played with the folding fan in his hand. “That’s right.”

He had thought this Senior Wei was a righteous person.

Never expected him to be an old lecher!

Nan Qingyue had changed into a red dress, making her figure appear even more fiery.

And what was most eye-catching was the skin exposed at her chest.

“Disciple greets the Young Sect Leader.” Nan Qingyue performed a kneeling bow.

“Young Sect Leader?” Wei Zechuan’s lecherous gaze shifted from Nan Qingyue’s body, revealing a look of surprise.

Could she be calling him?

This boy is the Young Sect Leader!

After a long while.

Wei Zechuan finally recovered, looking at Li Changfeng. “Could it be…”

“No need for formalities, rise. What is the matter?” Li Changfeng glanced at Wei Zechuan.

This old geezer doesn’t believe me.

Bah, discuss what, a hammer?

“Young Sect Leader!” Nan Qingyue rose.

“Yaowang Valley.”

“Jiang Family of Jinling.”

“Nine Rivers Xiao Family.”

“The three families have come to visit and have arrived at the Divine Sword Sect’s main hall.”

Nan Qingyue raised her head, looking at Li Changfeng.

“Tell them to come to the front hall.” Li Changfeng waved his hand.

One of the world’s second-ranked immortal sects.

Two of the four great immortal families.

What kind of appeal does this Immortal Sect Tournament have?

To attract all of them?

“Yes, Young Sect Leader.” Nan Qingyue clasped her fists in a salute, and a fragrant breeze wafted as she swung her sleeve.

Wei Zechuan quickly offered a conciliatory smile, “Young Master Li, ah no… Young Sect Leader, I was blind and failed to recognize a great person, please forgive me, forgive me.”

It’s over, it’s over.

He had offended someone now.

The matter of the alliance hadn’t even been discussed yet.

It was probably going to fall apart!

“Senior Wei, what are you saying? Ignorance is no sin.” Li Changfeng waved his sleeve, full of arrogance.

Li Changfeng tilted his head back, draining the tea in front of him.

“Yes, yes, ignorance is no sin, ignorance is no sin.” Wei Zechuan chuckled.