136: Chapter 136 The Temperamental Woman

"Shut up!"

The woman in the purple dress shouted angrily, waving her hand as a sharp blast of spiritual power shot out from her palm, accurately hitting the snow beside Xu Jianan.

"Bang!"

The snow exploded, and ice shards flew everywhere, blasting a three-foot square deep pit next to Xu Jianan.

Xu Jianan turned his head to look at the deep pit, then back at the woman in the purple dress. Instead of being afraid, he smiled even more brightly.

"Yun'er, your temper is still as fiery as ever; you've got character!"

The woman's face turned ashen, her chest heaving violently, clearly incensed.

She was Liu Yun, one of the Elders of the Tianxuan Sect, with a cultivation at the sixth level of the Asking Dao Realm, holding a respected status and high seniority within the sect.

Ordinary Disciples wouldn't even dare to breathe loudly when they saw her.

But this old thing before her kept calling her "Yun'er" one after another, acting so intimate that it made her both ashamed and furious.

"Xu Jianan! What methods did you use to convince the Old Ancestor?!"

Liu Yun gritted her teeth, speaking each word deliberately, the fire of anger in her eyes almost ready to erupt.

Xu Jianan lay in the snow, looking up at her with an innocent face. "Methods? What methods could I have? My heart is sincere for you, Yun'er, as Heaven and Earth can witness! The Old Ancestor was also moved by my sincerity, which is why—"

"Bullshit!"

Liu Yun roared, interrupting him.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, staring at Xu Jianan with eyes full of scrutiny.

This old thing had been pestering her for more than just a day or two.

Starting from hundreds of years ago, when both were still young, this old fellow was like a piece of dog-skin plaster; once he stuck, he couldn't be shaken off.

Wherever she went, he followed.

When she went out to travel, he accompanied her.

When she discussed the Dao with fellow cultivators, he would brazenly push his way in, joking around and talking nonsense.

She had originally thought they just happened to run into each other, but later she found out that there were no coincidences; it was all this guy's calculation!

What was even more hateful was that because this old guy was always around her, rumors started spreading outside, making the entire Southern Region believe they "had a thing."

She had originally been focused on her cultivation and didn't care much about these things.

She was the youngest Asking Dao Realm Elder of the Tianxuan Sect and was destined to become a Saint in the future. How could she possibly become a Dao Companion with this old guy!

But this time—

Liu Yun gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with confusion and anger.

She never expected that this old thing would actually target the Old Ancestor.

The Old Ancestor of the Tianxuan Sect, Saint Lingyuan, was the supreme existence of the sect!

How did this old thing see the Old Ancestor? And how did he convince her?

"Xu Jianan, I'll ask you one more time: what exactly did you say to the Old Ancestor?!"

Liu Yun's voice changed its tone, carrying a suppressed rage that had reached its limit.

Xu Jianan lay in the snow, looking up at the gray sky, the cynicism on his face gradually fading a little.

He was also thinking about this question.

A few days ago, he was still drinking wine in a private room at the Yicui Pavilion, happily listening to music, living a life more comfortable than anyone could imagine.

As a result—

A flash of white light appeared, and he was snatched away to this ice-and-snow-covered place.

He didn't even have a chance to resist!

By the time he came to his senses, he found himself at the Tianxuan Sect, and standing before him was actually Saint Lingyuan!

One of the three great Saints of the Southern Region, the Old Ancestor of the Tianxuan Sect, a Saint Realm powerhouse!

He almost pissed his pants at that moment.

Although Xu Jianan had some strength, he was only in the Asking Dao Realm. Before a Saint, he was no different from an ant.

His first reaction was—Liu Yun had asked the Saint to deal with him!

After all, he had been pestering Liu Yun for all these years, and rumors were flying everywhere. It was normal for the people of the Tianxuan Sect to find him an eyesore.

But he never expected—

The first sentence Saint Lingyuan said left him completely stunned.

"This seat wants you to become a Dao Companion with Liu Yun."

Xu Jianan thought he had misheard at the time.

"Dao Companion?"

"Him and Liu Yun?"

"Senior, did you get something wrong?" Xu Jianan gave a sheepish smile, his voice a bit shaky. "Between Liu Yun and me... we are pure and innocent; there's nothing between us. Those rumors outside are all nonsense, you must not believe them..."

Saint Lingyuan's tone was flat, yet it carried an unquestionable authority. "What? Is it a grievance for you to become a Dao Companion with Liu Yun? Or are you saying she isn't good enough for you?"

"That, I didn't mean that..." Xu Jianan's old face was full of confusion.

Saint Lingyuan, the Old Ancestor of the Tianxuan Sect, a peerless powerhouse of the Saint Realm.

For a person of this level, even meeting them once was as difficult as reaching the heavens, let alone being personally brought from across the world to the Tianxuan Sect by her?

Even more absurdly, that high-and-mighty Saint actually spoke up to make him and Liu Yun Dao Companions?

Xu Jianan had lived for over two thousand years; what storms hadn't he seen?

But this time, he was truly stunned.

"Yun'er, if I say I don't know, would you believe me?"

He turned his head and looked at Liu Yun's face, which was flushed with anger, his tone becoming a bit more serious for once.

"Believe you? Hah—"

Liu Yun sneered, her eyes full of mockery.

"When have you, Xu Jianan, ever told the truth? Back then, you lied to me saying that an ancient ruin had appeared in the Tiannan Mountains. And the result? No ruin was seen, but instead, we wandered in the deep mountains and old forests for three months and were almost eaten by a Demon King!"

Xu Jianan's mouth twitched. "That time was indeed a ruin, it's just that we arrived late and someone else beat us to it..."

"Bullshit!"

Liu Yun shouted angrily again, waving her hand to strike another blast of spiritual power beside Xu Jianan.

"Bang!"

The snow exploded, ice shards flew, and another deep pit appeared beside Xu Jianan, no more than three feet from his head.

Xu Jianan shrunk his neck and gave a sheepish smile. "Yun'er, you really need to change your temper. Getting violent at the drop of a hat is not good..."

"Shut up!"

Liu Yun took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She turned around, no longer looking at Xu Jianan's punchable face, her gaze falling toward the courtyard gate, her eyes full of confusion and unease.

She didn't understand.

Really didn't understand.

Why would the Old Ancestor agree to this old thing?

"No, I have to go see the Old Ancestor."

Liu Yun gritted her teeth and was about to walk out.

Just then—

"No need."

A cold voice came from outside the courtyard. It wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, as if whispering right beside them.

Liu Yun's footsteps paused, her expression changing abruptly.

The courtyard gate was pushed open from the outside, and a figure in white walked in gracefully.

It was a woman.

Dressed in white as pure as snow, with long black hair like a waterfall, her eyebrows and eyes were as cold as frost. A faint chill swirled around her, as if a moon palace Fairy had descended to the mortal world.

Her pace was neither fast nor slow, every step seemingly treading on the rhythm of heaven and earth, causing the Spiritual Qi of the entire courtyard to vibrate slightly with her.

Saint Lingyuan.

The Old Ancestor of the Tianxuan Sect.

Liu Yun hurriedly bowed in greeting, her voice trembling slightly: "Disciple Liu Yun, pays respects to the Old Ancestor!"

Xu Jianan, lying in the snow, also couldn't help but shrink his neck when he saw that white-clothed figure.

Although he was usually frivolous, he still felt a bit of awe when facing a true Saint.

"Rise."

Saint Lingyuan spoke indifferently, her gaze sweeping over Liu Yun before finally landing on Xu Jianan, who was tied up like a zongzi in the snow.

She waved her hand, and the ropes on Xu Jianan's body drifted apart.

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