3: Chapter 3 I'm definitely clinging to this powerful figure!

A wave of air surged toward him.

Chen Yan suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and a metallic taste welled up in his throat.

Damn!

The newcomer doesn't come with good intentions!

A figure in mysterious black robes strode into the Discipline Hall.

The man had handsome features, but his gaze was chillingly sinister.

The spiritual energy fluctuating around him was so oppressive it made it hard to breathe.

The Peak Revered Master of the Taiqing Sword Sect's Fifth Peak.

The Body Integration Stage powerhouse, Li Qingxuan!

He was also Lin Qinger's Revered Master.

The moment he entered, Li Qingxuan's cold, dark gaze locked onto Chen Yan.

The pressure of the Body Integration Stage crashed down.

Heavy, suffocating.

"Crack!"

The bluestone brick beneath Chen Yan's feet instantly crumbled into powder.

Under the terrifying pressure, every bone in his body creaked.

His knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed into a kneel.

"Kneel!"

Li Qingxuan's voice was harsh and severe, and the pressure increased by another thirty percent.

But Chen Yan clenched his teeth, his eyes bloodshot!

Relying on a sheer refusal to lose, he stubbornly withstood that terrifying pressure.

Damn it, I can't kneel!

Kneel to the heavens, kneel to the earth, kneel to parents and Revered Master!

What the hell is this old dog?

Is he even worthy of making me kneel?

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, yet Chen Yan kept his head held high.

He stared fiercely at Li Qingxuan.

Li Qingxuan was somewhat surprised, followed by an even deeper loathing.

A mere ant at the Qi Refining Stage dared to resist him?

This boy must not be allowed to live!

Li Qingxuan waved his large sleeve.

A strand of spiritual energy lifted the limp Lin Qinger and shielded her behind him.

He spoke slowly, his tone overbearing.

"Since it is a misunderstanding, why be so aggressive?"

"Shuang'er is young and naive; she only resorted to this because she couldn't stand Chen Yan's relentless pestering."

"She has activated four strands of Medium Grade sword tassels and is a Genius Disciple of my Fifth Peak. Is she someone a talentless waste like you can touch?"

"On the contrary, Chen Yan is malicious and set a trap to frame a fellow Disciple. His crime is unforgivable!"

Holy shit!

This smooth combo of lies really opened his eyes!

Turning black into white, calling a stag a horse!

All the Disciples in the Discipline Hall looked at each other, completely stunned.

Isn't this motherfucker a bit too shameless?

The image recording stone showed everything clearly.

It was obviously Lin Qinger herself who tore her clothes to frame him.

How did it become Chen Yan setting a trap when it came out of his mouth?

But no one dared to speak up.

Li Qingxuan was not like Leng Qingshuang, who was single-mindedly devoted to the Dao.

He led the branch with the most Disciples in the Taiqing Sword Sect; who would dare to offend him?

Tie Wuya's expression also turned sour as he squinted at Li Qingxuan.

These words were effectively grinding the Discipline Hall's face into the dirt.

"Peak Revered Master Li, the Chief of my Discipline Hall is merely in seclusion; he isn't dead yet!"

Li Qingxuan glanced at him sideways and didn't respond.

But the contempt in his eyes was incredibly piercing.

"Heh."

Chen Yan was actually laughed out of sheer anger.

Despite the intense pain in his body from the pressure, his smile was quite brilliant.

What a 'misunderstanding'.

What a 'young and naive'.

Old geezer, you like bullying people with your status, don't you?

You don't want any face at all, do you?

Fine, you just wait for me.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Fortune changes.

Once I've leveled up, the first thing I'll do is blow up the latrines of your Fifth Peak.

I'll let the thousands of people on your peak taste what it means to have 'shit' hit the fan!

Then I'll rub that old face of yours in the latrine so you know why the flowers are so red.

On the high platform.

Leng Qingshuang, who was about to stand up, suddenly froze.

The corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Blow up... the latrines?

Shit hitting the fan?

What kind of filthy things are inside this Rebellious Disciple's head?

This is his revenge?

This is too disgusting!

Leng Qingshuang felt a wave of revulsion.

The Sword Intent she was gathering almost dissipated.

All the foul language she had heard in her life didn't add up to what she heard today.

But strangely enough.

She didn't feel much actual resentment in her heart.

Instead, she felt that this Rebellious Disciple's cursing was quite cathartic?

Seeing that Chen Yan wouldn't kneel and still looked defiant, the Killing Intent in Li Qingxuan's eyes surged.

"Hmph, showing no respect to your elders—you deserve a beating."

He raised his hand, and spiritual energy condensed into a giant palm.

He slammed it down toward the crown of Chen Yan's head.

If this palm strike landed solidly,

Never mind the Qi Refinement Stage, even someone at the Foundation Establishment Stage would be turned into meat paste.

This wasn't a lesson.

This was an attempt to silence him forever!

The wind from the palm howled, carrying a chilling Killing Intent.

The surrounding Disciples retreated in succession out of fear.

They were afraid of being splattered with blood.

At that moment.

The 'unyielding' Chen Yan did something no one expected.

Facing an attack he couldn't resist, he threw away all dignity and yelled at the top of his lungs: "I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! Revered Master, save me! This old dog wants to kill me to silence me!"

"Clang!"

A sword chime, clear and high-pitched, echoed throughout the Discipline Hall.

Everyone's vision blurred.

A chilling Sword Qi, carrying the frigid intent of frost and snow, streaked out.

The Sword Qi was launched later but arrived first.

"Squelch!"

Li Qingxuan's giant spiritual energy palm was easily pierced by the Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi's momentum didn't fade as it flew past his ear.

A few strands of hair drifted down silently.

Li Qingxuan only felt a coldness on his cheek.

He reached out to touch it.

His fingertips were covered in bright red blood!

He looked in terror at the cold figure on the high platform.

A wave of lingering fear washed over him.

If that Sword Qi had been just half an inch closer, it wouldn't have been hair he lost, but his head!

Everyone looked at the high platform in shock.

The number one person of the Taiqing Sword Sect truly lived up to her reputation!

Yet Leng Qingshuang hadn't even stood up.

She held her fingers together like a sword and made a casual swipe.

Her posture was nonchalant, as if she didn't care at all.

"Begone."

She looked at Li Qingxuan indifferently and spat out a single word.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was overbearingly indisputable.

Li Qingxuan's face changed drastically as he stared intently at Leng Qingshuang.

In his eyes were wariness, resentment, and an irrepressible obsession.

This was the number one person of the Taiqing Sword Sect.

And also the woman he wanted most!

A casual strand of Sword Qi had broken his Divine Ability and injured his Physical Body.

Her cultivation had likely already stepped half a foot into that Realm.

"I will remember today's humiliation!"

Li Qingxuan gritted his teeth and threw out a harsh parting word to maintain his final shred of dignity.

He swept his large sleeve, took the terrified Lin Qinger, and turned into a streak of light to depart.

He arrived arrogantly but left in disgrace.

Chen Yan looked at the severed hair and blood on the ground, his eyes lighting up.

Since his Transmigration, the life-and-death crisis was finally resolved!

His heart raced, and his adrenaline surged.

Holy shit!

Holy shit!

Holy shit!

Was my ice mountain Revered Master always this cool?

With a wave of her hand, the enemy was blown away!

This sword strike was so handsome I can't even keep my legs together!

Is this what it feels like to be protected by a big shot?

So Revered Master does have me in her heart; see, she didn't hesitate to fall out with the Fifth Peak for my sake!

Haha! I'm definitely sticking to this thigh!

Even Jesus can't stop me, I said so!

Ah~~~

The way Revered Master swung her sword just now, that gaze, that figure~~~

So dominant!

I even want to have Revered Master's babies!

On the high platform.

The fingers Leng Qingshuang had just retracted froze again.

The corner of her mouth twitched uncontrollably again.

What 'can't keep legs together'?

And 'having babies'?

He's a man and I'm a woman, how could he have babies?

Wait.

What kind of wild and lewd words are these?

How exactly is this Rebellious Disciple's brain wired?

Just now, I even felt he was a bit pitiful.

Now I just want to sew that foul mouth of his shut.

No, it's his foul heart!

Leng Qingshuang felt like her Dao Heart was about to become unstable.

If she let him keep talking nonsense like this,

Her persona as Sword Venerable Shuanghua would definitely crumble!

"Back to the peak."

Suppressing the shame and anger in her heart, she made a grasping motion in the air.

An irresistible force instantly locked onto Chen Yan.

Chen Yan was lifted by the back of his neck, unable to move.

"Whoosh!"

Leng Qingshuang stepped onto the shuanghua sword and turned into a stream of light, soaring into the sky.

The piercing wind blew Chen Yan's face out of shape, filling his mouth with cold air.

But in his mind, a series of pleasant notification sounds rang out:

[Detected host's rebellious behavior, rebellious value +888!]

[rebellious value +666!]

[rebellious value +233!]

Though Chen Yan was a mess in the wind, his heart was blooming with joy.

Wow, Revered Master smells so good.

Eh? Why is Revered Master's face turning red?

Holy shit?

Wait!

Why am I getting closer and closer to the ground?

Why am I falling?

"Ah! Revered Master, save me! I don't know how to fly!"