62: The aroma of tea is overflowing

"What did you come here for?"

Seeing Lu Qingyi arrive, Su Mengyao immediately displayed a wary expression.

Lu Qingyi said, "Senior Sister, please don't misunderstand; I just wanted to see how you are doing now."

She glanced at the food box in Su Mengyao's hand and couldn't help but reveal a look of pity and heartache: "Senior Sister, is this all you eat?

The food for a Utility Disciple really can't compare to that of the Disciples in the front hall, right? Should I plead with Revered Master to restore your status as an Outer Sect Disciple sooner?"

Su Mengyao cut her off bluntly: "Lu Qingyi, what exactly did you come here for? If there is nothing, please stay away from me. I feel sick just smelling you."

As soon as she finished speaking, a Disciple standing to Lu Qingyi's left immediately retorted angrily: "Su Mengyao, what kind of attitude is that?

Junior Sister Lu felt heartache for you suffering at the back mountain and came specifically to visit you. In my opinion, for someone as vicious as you, the Sect Master's punishment was too light.

Daring to steal Junior Sister Lu's Flying Sword, you should have had your cultivation crippled and been expelled from the Mountain Gate!"

The person speaking was Han Feng, who had a cultivation of the third level of the Pill Formation Realm and was a loyal simp for Lu Qingyi.

Another Disciple holding a sword also snorted coldly: "Indeed, the Sect Master has always wanted us fellow Disciples to be tolerant of one another, and certainly not to harm fellow Disciples.

Only you, Su Mengyao, have been at odds with Junior Sister Lu ever since you entered our Chess Sword Pavilion. Aren't you just jealous that she has gained the Sect Master's favor?

Why don't you look for the reason within yourself as to why the Sect Master doesn't like you, instead of repeatedly competing with Junior Sister Lu?"

This Disciple was named Lin Yue, with a cultivation of the fourth level of the Pill Formation Realm, and was likewise a lackey for Lu Qingyi.

"Hmph."

Su Mengyao couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the words of these two lackeys; her phoenix eyes stared fixedly at Lu Qingyi.

"Lu Qingyi, are you here to see me make a fool of myself? Now that you've seen it, you can leave if there's nothing else."

After speaking, Su Mengyao stood up, patted the dirt off her skirt, and turned to leave, not wanting to say another word to this group of people.

"Senior Sister!"

Lu Qingyi immediately put on a pitiful expression and called out to stop Su Mengyao.

"I know that Senior Sister has always had misunderstandings about me. When we were competing for the Inner Sect Disciple position, because Senior Sister was not favored by Revered Master, you have held a grudge against me ever since.

I can understand this feeling, but Senior Sister, things like Opportunity cannot be explained in just a few words.

With Senior Sister's Aptitude and talent, even if it is not as good as mine, it is not far off. As long as Senior Sister is willing to work hard to Cultivate,

you will certainly be favored by Revered Master during the next Inner Sect selection. I will also put in a few good words for you in front of Revered Master,

and then we can practice under Revered Master's tutelage together. So, can you stop making trouble?"

Su Mengyao took a deep breath, slowly turned around, and looked at Lu Qingyi with cold eyes.

"Then can you return the Zixiao Flying Sword to its rightful owner?"

With that one sentence, Lu Qingyi's expression changed subtly.

"Su Mengyao! You still refuse to repent even now, and you are still thinking about Senior Sister Lu's Zixiao Flying Sword!"

"You are truly hopeless. It's a pity that Senior Sister Lu is still worried about your current situation; it seems Senior Sister Lu is just too kind."

Han Feng and Lin Yue looked disappointed, and their eyes were filled with disdain as they looked at Su Mengyao.

Lu Qingyi, however, dissuaded the two: "Junior Brothers, you must not think of Senior Sister that way. I believe she is just confused for a moment; once she thinks it through in the future, she will naturally not be like this anymore."

"Senior Sister, you don't need to speak for her anymore; she is just hopeless trash."

"Exactly, Senior Sister, you are really casting pearls before swine; you shouldn't be so polite to such a vicious person."

Su Mengyao gave a bitter smile and couldn't be bothered to continue wasting words with them: "Is there anything else? If not, I'll be heading back."

"Wait!"

Han Feng sternly stopped Su Mengyao, who was about to leave.

"Su Mengyao, Senior Sister might let the matter of you stealing her Flying Sword slide, but we cannot let you off just like that. Kneel down right now and kowtow to apologize to Senior Sister!"

A frost appeared in Su Mengyao's eyes as she looked at Han Feng's ostentatious posture, and she said lightly: "Make me kneel and kowtow to her? In your dreams!"

*Clang—*

With a metallic ring, a Yellow Rank Spirit Sword appeared in Han Feng's hand.

"Su Mengyao! I'll give you one chance: are you going to apologize to Senior Sister or not?"

"Then I will say it again: impossible!"

"Then don't blame me for disregarding our fellowship!"

As Han Feng channeled his Spiritual Qi and was about to raise his sword to strike at Su Mengyao, Lu Qingyi hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Junior Brother Han, please calm down. The Sect Master has a rule forbidding private fights between fellow Disciples."

"Senior Sister, don't worry about it. After I teach Su Mengyao a lesson, I will go to the Law Enforcement Hall to accept punishment myself. Today, I must vent this anger for you."

Lin Yue, standing to the side, agreed completely: "Junior Brother Han is right. For someone with such a vicious and calculating mind, if we don't take action to teach her a lesson,

she will likely never know repentance. Junior Brother Han, go ahead and teach her a lesson; afterwards, I will go with you to the Law Enforcement Hall to be punished."

Lu Qingyi was secretly delighted upon hearing this, and she said deliberately: "Then, Junior Brother Han, you must be careful; try your best not to hurt Senior Sister, otherwise, I will be very sad."

After saying this, she squeezed out a few tears, overflowing with "tea" fragrance.

Encouraged, Han Feng immediately performed a sword flourish and pointed his sword at Su Mengyao: "Su Mengyao, I heard that when you first joined, you were selected directly as an Outer Sect Disciple with the top score in swordsmanship.

It's a pity I joined a year later and didn't see it with my own eyes. Today, I want to see if your sword technique is as formidable as the rumors say."

Su Mengyao's lips turned slightly pale upon hearing this.

Back when she was seven years old and entered the Chess Sword Pavilion, at the Disciple selection assembly, she had used a brilliant sword technique to break the rules, skipping the trainee Disciple stage and becoming an Outer Sect Disciple.

At that time, Su Mengyao was favored by many Elders within the Sect, who believed that within a hundred years, Su Mengyao would certainly have a place in the Dao of the sword.

But who would have thought that ten years later, she would end up in such a state within the Chess Sword Pavilion.

Han Feng, unaware of what Su Mengyao was thinking, attacked her directly with his sword.

The moment he attacked, it was with the Inner Sect Disciple sword technique, "Nine Heavens Drifting Cloud Sword."

The Sword Qi crisscrossed, flowing endlessly as it shot straight toward Su Mengyao's vital points.

Su Mengyao was just about to make a move when she suddenly felt that she could not move her body at all.

This was the absolute suppression of cultivation Realms. Su Mengyao, who was only at the first level of the Qi Gathering Realm, was facing Han Feng, who was a full major Realm higher. Even if she had the intention to resist, she could not make any reaction.

Just as the Sword Qi was about to pierce her body...

"Kehehehe!"

Suddenly, a strange, roaring cry came from the empty valley in the distance.

The strange cry turned into a sound wave, directly shattering the restraint placed on Su Mengyao and Han Feng's Sword Qi.

"Ugh—"

Han Feng groaned and retreated back to Lu Qingyi's side, clutching his chest.

Lin Yue shouted toward the direction of the empty valley: "Who is it, playing god and acting like a ghost here! Come out and show yourself!"

The next moment, a hunched figure arrived, stepping through the air, and landed in front of them in the blink of an eye.

"Who are you! Why are you appearing inside the Chess Sword Pavilion!"

Looking at the old man before them with white hair, scruffy beard, and wearing tattered hemp clothes, yet emitting an incomparably powerful aura, Lin Yue immediately shielded Lu Qingyi.

The old man sneered: "Heh heh, who am I? It seems you Juniors really have no discernment at all. Have you ever heard the great name of Chen Wuji?"

As soon as the three words "Chen Wuji" were uttered, Lu Qingyi and the others were immediately shocked.

"You, you are Elder Chen?"

"It seems you do have some knowledge. In consideration of us all being fellow Sect members, I will not make things difficult for you this time. If you dare to disturb my peaceful slumber again, I will certainly not forgive you!"

"Yes, thank you, Elder Chen, for your mercy. We Juniors will leave now."

Lu Qingyi and the three of them hurriedly bowed to Chen Wuji and then quickly left the back mountain.

After they left, Chen Wuji turned his gaze toward Su Mengyao.

Su Mengyao immediately thanked Chen Wuji: "Thank you, Senior, for saving me. This Junior is endlessly grateful."

Chen Wuji looked Su Mengyao up and down, and couldn't help but reveal a mouthful of rotting yellow teeth as he laughed.

"A good seedling. My Blood River Sword Intent finally has a successor, heh heh heh heh."