137: Disciple of Qingshan Sect

Meanwhile, in the residential area of the Qingshan Sect disciples, a group of young Qingshan Sect disciples gathered in a secluded corner, softly discussing what had just happened.

"Hey, what do you think so many Elders rushed off to do just now?"

A slightly immature disciple, his face filled with confusion, asked his companion beside him.

His eyes revealed curiosity and unease; after all, the Elders usually acted with composure, and such a large-scale movement was truly rare.

"Could it be that some external enemy has invaded our Qingshan Sect?"

Another disciple speculated, a hint of worry appearing on his face.

Although the Qingshan Sect had formidable strength in this region, it was inevitable that some malicious forces would covet it.

"Who knows? Anyway, if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. You and I, two small fries in the Body Nurturing Realm, shouldn't worry about such things..."

A seemingly more open-minded disciple waved his hand, saying carelessly.

In his opinion, with their current low cultivation, even if something major truly happened, it wouldn't be their turn to worry.

Just as they were still eagerly discussing, a clear yet somewhat stern female voice suddenly rang out.

"Hey! Why aren't you cultivating properly, gathering here instead?"

Everyone looked over at the sound, only to see a beautiful woman with long legs gracefully and powerfully walking towards them.

She was tall, dressed in a light blue long dress, its hem fluttering in the wind, appearing ethereal and agile. Her long, lustrous black hair was casually tied behind her head, revealing a slender, fair neck.

Her features were as exquisite as a painting, like a work of art meticulously carved by the heavens, but at this moment, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes revealed displeasure as she coldly looked at the group of disciples gathered together.

"Senior Sister, we were just chatting..."

A disciple lowered his head, stammering, his voice carrying a hint of fear.

This Senior Sister was known in the Qingshan Sect for her strictness and sharp tongue, having extremely high demands for the disciples' cultivation. They usually held her in awe.

"If you have time to chat, you'd better cultivate properly and improve your strength. Tell me, you've been in the Qingshan Sect for a year and a half, and you're still stuck in the Body Nurturing Realm. You're simply a disgrace to our Qingshan Sect!"

The woman berated him unceremoniously, her face full of disdain.

Her gaze swept over every disciple, her eyes filled with the look one would give to useless people.

In her heart, as disciples of the Qingshan Sect, they should devote themselves wholeheartedly to cultivation, constantly improving their strength to bring glory to the sect, instead of being idle all day like this, wasting precious time.

Even though he was insulted so mercilessly by the Senior Sister, the male disciple could only silently endure it, not daring to show any sign of resistance.

This was not because he was inherently timid, but rather because this Senior Sister's strength was far superior to his.

As the Senior Sister, she had already reached the peak of the Qi Nurturing Realm, perhaps only one step away from the higher-level Incarnation Realm.

In this cultivation world where strength was revered, the disparity in power was like an unbridgeable chasm, inspiring awe and preventing any thought of disobedience.

"Hmph, trash is trash. Living, they waste air; dead, they waste land."

The Senior Sister saw them all with their heads down, not daring to breathe loudly, and immediately found it utterly boring.

She snorted disdainfully, flicked her sleeve, turned, and left with arrogant strides.

Her posture appeared elegant and beautiful, but it filled the hearts of the disciples present with indignation.

It wasn't until the Senior Sister's figure completely disappeared from sight that the few of them simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.

Before the Senior Sister, they felt as if even breathing had to be done carefully. Now, they could finally breathe freely.

"Damn it, what's so great about her? Isn't it just having an Elder for a father?"

A disciple couldn't help but say through gritted teeth, his face full of unwillingness and anger.

After the Senior Sister left, the humiliated disciples dared to speak.

In his opinion, the Senior Sister was so arrogant and overbearing simply because she relied on her father's position in the sect; otherwise, with her cultivation, how could she act so wantonly?

After all, among so many Qingshan Sect disciples, quite a few had reached the Qi Nurturing Realm.

"Exactly, exactly, she's clearly very good-looking, but her mouth is so venomous..."

Another disciple echoed, his tone full of helplessness.

The Senior Sister's appearance was indeed outstanding, arguably one of the most beautiful women in the Qingshan Sect, but her mouth was like a knife, hurting people invisibly, making it truly difficult to like her.

The few of them began to complain about this Senior Sister, one after another.

Her reputation among the Qingshan Sect disciples was indeed great, but this reputation was more derived from her outstanding figure, appearance, and her infamous poisonous tongue that made people change color upon hearing it.

Many new disciples who first entered the sect, upon seeing the beautiful Senior Sister, would inevitably harbor some unrealistic fantasies, dreaming of a romantic story like those in storybooks, where a beautiful Senior Sister falls in love with them.

However, reality was like a basin of cold water; often within a few days, they would be scolded into dejection and complete loss of confidence by the beautiful Senior Sister's poisonous tongue.

Any disciple whose strength was lower than hers was basically not spared; they had all been humiliated by her to varying degrees.

Over time, although the Senior Sister was widely known, in the hearts of many disciples, she mostly left a bad reputation.

Everyone outwardly held her in awe, but behind her back, there were many grievances.

And just then, on the other side, the Gene-Modified Warriors, with neat and heavy footsteps, slowly arrived at the residential area of the Qingshan Sect disciples.

Their massive and metallic battle armor gleamed with a cold luster under the sunlight, and they held strangely shaped weapons in their hands.

The appearance of such uninvited guests instantly attracted the attention of many disciples, who gathered around curiously.

"Who are these people? I've never seen them before..."

A disciple looked at the Gene-Modified Warriors, his eyes full of confusion.

They had lived in the Qingshan Sect for many years and had never seen people dressed so strangely, and a complex emotion of curiosity mixed with unease welled up in their hearts.

The surrounding disciples also whispered to each other, speculating about the identity and intentions of these mysterious visitors.

The commotion from the crowd here instantly caused quite a stir, and this stir successfully attracted the attention of the Senior Sister nearby.