327: Chapter 327 To everyone's surprise, Leng Ning Shuang and the others refused to take action.

Outside Leng Ningshuang's bamboo hut.

Several Hehuan Sect Disciples with bruised faces knelt at the door, their faces filled with grief and indignation.

"Senior Sister Leng! Those bastards from the Taihu Clan are too much!"

"They block us every day to mock us, saying the Sect Master is a coward and that we are cowards too!"

"We couldn't take it and fought back, only to be beaten like this! You must stand up for us!"

Inside the door, there was a moment of silence.

Then, Leng Ningshuang's cold voice drifted out: "I understand. You may go back."

The Disciples were stunned.

"Go back? Senior Sister Leng, you... you're not going to teach them a lesson?"

"I said, I understand. Go back." Leng Ningshuang's voice remained calm, without a hint of emotion.

The Disciples looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Senior Sister Leng! They are insulting our entire Hehuan Sect! They're insulting the Sect Master! How can you..."

"I know what I'm doing." Leng Ningshuang's voice grew slightly colder. "Go back and tend to your wounds first. Do not cause any more trouble."

The door never opened.

The Disciples knelt for a long time, eventually leaving in dejection.

Zhao Yan's courtyard.

The same scene.

"Senior Brother Zhao! Those bastards are too arrogant! You have to go teach them a lesson!"

Zhao Yan's voice came from inside the room, carrying a hint of exhaustion: "I am in seclusion and cannot come out. Just endure it and don't cause trouble."

"Endure? How can we endure? They called the Sect Master a loser to our faces and called us cowards!"

"How do you expect us to endure?!"

"Then just endure it." Zhao Yan's voice turned somber. "The Sect Master has his reasons for his actions. Don't make things worse."

"Make things worse?! We were beaten, and that's making things worse?!"

The room fell silent for a moment, then Zhao Yan's voice became even deeper: "If you still remember what happened on Wangyue Peak that day, you should know that the Sect Master is definitely not a loser."

"Enduring for a moment now is for the sake of the future."

"All of you, go back."

Ning Caihe's Sword Cottage.

The door didn't even open.

Only a single word drifted out from inside: "Wait."

Qingyan's residence.

Several close sisters came to find her in tears.

After listening, Qingyan's eyes also turned red, but she remembered Xu Ruyu's words and his terrifying combat power on Wangyue Peak that day. She bit her lip and whispered, "Brother Sect Master... Brother Sect Master must have his reasons."

"Endure it for now. He... he will prove himself very soon."

The sisters left crying.

Qingyan stood at the door, looking at the distant mist-shrouded peaks, tears sliding down silently.

"Brother Sect Master... when will you be able to make those people shut up..."

The news also reached the ears of Leng Ningshuang and the others.

Inside the bamboo hut, Leng Ningshuang sat cross-legged, holding the Jade Slip that recorded the "Qi Induction and Micro-Movement Art," her brow slightly furrowed.

Of course, she had heard the rumors outside. She also knew how much grievance the Hehuan Sect Disciples had suffered these past few days.

But she couldn't go out.

Because going out would only lead to a fight to vent her anger, and then what? Then the Taihu Clan would be even more likely to seize the opportunity to say that the Hehuan Sect Disciples were "provoking trouble" and being "ungrateful." At that time, even if the Clan Chief wanted to protect them, it would be difficult.

More importantly...

Leng Ningshuang closed her eyes, and the scene on Wangyue Peak that day surfaced in her mind. That youth in the Qi Refining Stage had easily crushed the four of them working together with his strength alone.

That strange and powerful force still left her with lingering fears.

Xu Ruyu was definitely not a loser.

There must be a reason for his Artifact Refining furnace exploding. Just as he said, only by exploding can there be data, and only with data can there be improvement.

If even she didn't believe in him, who else would?

"Wait." Leng Ningshuang opened her eyes, a flash of determination in them. "He said that one day he would make those fellows shut up. Then I will wait until that day."

She closed her eyes again and continued to sense the omnipresent "movement" in the air according to the techniques of the "Qi Induction and Micro-Movement Art."

The True Qi in her body seemed slightly more active than yesterday.

On the other side, Zhao Yan's courtyard.

Zhao Yan sat on a prayer mat, steam rising from his body. Following the techniques in the "Induction Chapter" of the "Qi Induction and Micro-Movement Art," he was attempting to draw a wisp of sensed "Qi movement" into his Meridians.

He heard the complaints of those Junior Brothers outside clearly, and a fire was also suppressed in his heart.

But he held back.

Because he knew better than those Junior Brothers just how strong Xu Ruyu was.

How could someone who could crush a Golden Core Peak be a loser?

"Xiao Hu and the others... have been wronged." Zhao Yan muttered to himself, his fists clenching until they cracked. "But the Sect Master is right; the most important thing now is to improve ourselves."

"Once I've mastered this Qi Induction and Micro-Movement Art, see if I don't beat those Taihu brats until they're looking for their teeth on the floor!"

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and continued to guide that wisp of "Qi movement," slowly circulating it along his Meridians.

That power, though weak, carried an unprecedented activity and sharpness, making the fire-element True Qi in his body become restless.

Ning Caihe's Sword Cottage.

He was still holding his sword, standing by the window and looking into the distance.

His cultivation was the lowest, but his sword heart was the purest. After cultivating the "Qi Induction and Micro-Movement Art" these past few days, his comprehension was actually deeper than that of Leng Ningshuang and Zhao Yan.

That "Qi movement" was faintly connected to the "void-breaking" intent in his Sword Intent.

He closed his eyes, as if he could hear countless subtle flows in the air.

Those flows were like countless invisible swords, brushing past his perception.

"Soon," he murmured. "In a few more days, my sword will be faster."

As for the disturbances outside, he didn't care.

For a Sword Cultivator, there is only the sword.