62: Chapter 62 The Xuan Tian Sect Leader Who Has Received the Much Attention

Gu Yi sat back down in his armchair, naturally taking the cup of spiritual tea from Senior Sister Mu Qingxue's hand.

"Senior Sister, this tea is at the perfect temperature." Gu Yi took a small sip and gave his approval with a warm gaze.

A faint blush appeared on Senior Sister Mu Qingxue's pale cheeks. Her lips curled up slightly as she obediently sat back down beside Gu Yi, continuing to quietly peel spiritual fruits from the plate for him.

At this moment, after a brief, dead silence, the central plaza of Sword King City finally erupted into complete uproar.

Subduing a true Disciple of the Sword Sect at the Peak of the Golden Core with a single sword strike—this level of strength had already exceeded the comprehension of the entire younger generation. Those Cultivators from external Sects who had previously looked down on Xuantian Sect now looked at Gu Yi with nothing but deep awe and fanaticism.

A Nascent Soul Great Cultivator!

A Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator with such a young bone age was as rare as a phoenix feather or unicorn horn even in the entire Central Plains. What's more, the sword strike he had just unleashed was incomparably domineering, causing even a deeply-rooted major Sect like the Sword Sect to suffer a major setback.

On the main viewing platform, the high-ranking members of the Sword Sect had grim expressions, as if they had swallowed a fly. Sword Sect Direct Disciple, who had been blasted into the stone wall by Gu Yi's sword strike, had already been hurriedly carried away by several Sword Sect Disciples, his life or death uncertain.

However, in broad daylight, it was the Sword Sect Disciple who had initiated the provocation, and Gu Yi had defeated his opponent on the stage in a fair and square manner. Even if the Sword Sect's hearts bled, they couldn't find any fault and could only swallow their anger.

As an outer Sect Elder of the Sword Sect stepped onto the stage with a dark Face and reluctantly announced a few polite remarks, this Dao Discussion Conference, which was meant for friendly sparring, had practically reached its conclusion ahead of schedule.

No other blind Sect Disciple dared to go up and make a fool of themselves. Even a true Disciple of the Sword Sect had been instantly defeated in one move; who would dare to provoke this leader of Xuantian Sect?

Thus, the atmosphere in the plaza underwent a bizarre transformation.

What was supposed to be a session where Disciples of various major Sects tested their Dao techniques against each other on the stage had turned into a "large-scale social gathering" of high-ranking members from various Sects crowding around the Xuantian Sect's viewing platform.

"Hahaha! Little Friend Gu possesses such cultivation at such a young age; truly, a hero emerges from the youth! This old man is the Beast-Taming Elder of Spirit Beast Mountain. I have come specifically to propose a toast to Little Friend Gu!"

A burly, bearded old man holding a wine goblet laughed heartily as he squeezed through the crowd and arrived in front of the Xuantian Sect's viewing platform.

Gu Yi set down his teacup, stood up with a smile, and raised his wine cup. "Senior praises me too highly. I merely won by a stroke of luck. Spirit Beast Mountain's beast-taming techniques are world-renowned, and I have long heard of them."

The two lightly clinked their wine goblets, and Gu Yi drained his cup in one gulp, giving the other party plenty of Face.

With the Elder of Spirit Beast Mountain taking the lead, the representatives of the other major Sects and cultivation clans could no longer sit still. Holding spiritual wine and carrying gifts, they surged toward the Xuantian Sect's area like a tide.

"Young Master Gu, I am a deacon of Sunset Valley. This is our Sect's specialty, the Sunset Purple Gold Pill, just a small token to moisten your throat, Young Master..."

"Leader Gu, I have long heard of the superb swordsmanship of Xuantian Sect, and seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation. I wonder if Leader Gu has some free time later? We would like to host a banquet in your honor..."

Facing this crowd of Cultivators who were passionate to the point of flattery, Gu Yi displayed exceptional manners and shrewdness. He navigated through the various people with ease, being humble when appropriate and polite when necessary. Amidst his cheerful chatter, he fully upheld the prestige of Xuantian Sect's leader.

His mature, steady, and flawless demeanor made many of the older generation of Cultivators who came to toast him feel secretly startled, inwardly exclaiming that Xuantian Sect had found a worthy successor.

The bustling socializing lasted for nearly half an hour.

Gu Yi finally sent off a wave of Loose Cultivators from the Southern Border and sat back down in his armchair. He let out a long sigh, feeling as if the smile on his Face had almost frozen. These people's toasts were just a pretense; their true intention was to take the opportunity to probe the background of this young Nascent Soul.

"Senior Brother, you've worked hard. Quickly eat some fruit to sober up."

Junior Sister Lin Wanying, who was sitting nearby, immediately leaned in. The Junior Sister's large eyes curved into crescents, and her fair, delicate hand held a peeled, translucent Spiritual Jade Bodhi fruit, offering it directly to Gu Yi's lips.

Gu Yi took the opportunity to open his mouth and bite it, his fingertip gently scraping her cute, upturned nose. Junior Sister Lin Wanying felt a wave of shyness from this intimate gesture, and two patches of blush flew onto her cheeks. However, she did not dodge; instead, she nuzzled against Gu Yi's shoulder.

Chewing on the sweet spiritual fruit, Gu Yi's gaze shifted slightly, landing on Liu Qingwan beside him.

This glamorous leading Elder was currently sitting upright with her hands folded over her knees, putting on a cold, aloof, and unapproachable posture of an Elder.

Just now, several blind Sect Cultivators had tried to use the opportunity of toasting to steal a few more glances at this peerlessly beautiful female Elder. In the end, they were all repelled by Liu Qingwan's Soul Transformation Stage Spiritual Pressure, scaring them so much that they scrambled back into the crowd.

At this moment, her long robe fell to the ground, concealing her graceful and voluptuous curves, leaving only a section of her snowy-white neck and her exquisite profile exposed, exuding a sacred and inviolable majesty.

Looking at her dignified appearance and recalling the madness on the roof tiles of the inn, as well as the "silkworm cocoon" that had been squeezed into the blanket and shivered this morning, a spark of playfulness quietly arose in Gu Yi's heart.

He picked up a cup of green tea and leaned back slightly, seemingly enjoying the sight of the Cultivators still exchanging pleasantries in the plaza with casual indifference.

Underneath the table, Gu Yi's right leg silently stretched out.

His long leg slipped past the cover of the tablecloth and accurately found Liu Qingwan's position. Gu Yi's toe lifted slightly, and through the thin, moon-white fabric, he extremely boldly nudged Liu Qingwan's skirt.

Liu Qingwan had been resting with her eyes closed when she felt an unusual sensation at her ankle, causing her body to stiffen abruptly.

She subconsciously opened her peach-blossom eyes and scanned her surroundings warily. She found that Senior Sister Mu Qingxue in the front row was single-mindedly wiping her sword hilt, Junior Sister Lin Wanying was struggling with the pastries on the plate, and those external Sect Cultivators were also keeping their distance, not daring to approach casually.

Only then did Liu Qingwan secretly breathe a sigh of relief. She turned her head slightly and glared fiercely at Gu Yi out of the corner of her eye, her gaze filled with warning.

Gu Yi, however, acted as if nothing had happened, a warm smile playing on his lips. He even raised his teacup and toasted a Sword Sect Elder in the distance who was looking in their direction.

Seeing Gu Yi's completely unperturbed attitude, Liu Qingwan bit her red lips and prepared to pull her leg back.

How could Gu Yi let her succeed so easily? His toe slid forward with the momentum, accurately hooking the edge of the soft, silky inner garment beneath her robe. Through the layer of fabric, the warmth of his toe was clearly transmitted to Liu Qingwan's pale calf.

Not only that, but Gu Yi also deliberately drew a few circles on that delicate skin with his toe.

"Hiss—"

Liu Qingwan gasped. The forbidden sensation of being so audaciously teased under the table by her own Sect's Disciple on a high platform under the gaze of everyone instantly made this Soul Transformation Stage Elder's breathing turn rapid.

Her hands, which had been gracefully folded over her knees, tightly gripped the edge of her clothes. A captivating flush spread across her pale cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even her translucent earlobes turned as red as dripping blood.

"Elder Liu, is the wind in this venue too strong, making you feel unwell?"

Just then, a middle-aged Cultivator who happened to be passing by noticed Liu Qingwan's abnormality. He stopped and asked with a Face full of concern.

This sudden conversation almost made Liu Qingwan lose her composure on the spot.

Underneath the table, Gu Yi's toe did not restrain itself at all; instead, it slid up another half-inch, gently rubbing her sensitive back of the knee.

Liu Qingwan's body shuddered violently. She bit the tip of her tongue hard, using the pain to forcefully suppress the trembling in her voice. Adopting the cold, aloof posture of a Soul Transformation Stage powerhouse, she coldly declined:

"Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist. I was merely deducing a Cultivation Technique and had an occasional Epiphany. It is of no concern."

Upon hearing this, the Cultivator immediately showed a look of awe. He repeatedly cupped his hands and took his leave, fearing he might disturb this powerhouse's quiet cultivation.

Once that person had gone far, Liu Qingwan could finally bear it no longer. She lifted her embroidered shoe under the table and stomped hard on Gu Yi's instep with her solid heel, even grinding it forcefully a couple of times.

Gu Yi's brows twitched slightly, and the pain from his instep made him gasp. Knowing when to stop, he withdrew his mischievous toe and turned his head, just in time to meet Liu Qingwan's watery peach-blossom eyes, which were filled with shame, anger, and warning.

Gu Yi did not dodge; instead, he winked at her, revealing a mischievous smile that only the two of them could understand.

Liu Qingwan's teeth itched with anger at his rogue-like behavior, but she had no way to deal with him. She could only turn her head away in resentment, picking up the cold tea on the table and gulping it down, trying to soothe the inexplicable heat that had been stirred up inside her.

All of these under-the-table undercurrents were fully witnessed by Junior Sister Lin Wanying, who was sitting on the other side.

Although the Junior Sister didn't clearly see the specific actions under the table, Liu Qingwan's unusual blush and the wicked grin at the corner of Gu Yi's mouth obviously couldn't escape her sharp intuition.

Junior Sister Lin Wanying puffed out her cheeks and quietly reached out her small hand under the table, pinching the soft flesh of Gu Yi's waist.

Gu Yi turned his head, only to see the Junior Sister staring at him with her large, watery eyes, wearing a coquettish expression that said, "I saw everything, you're bullying the Elder again."

Gu Yi smiled silently. He reversed his grip to hold Junior Sister Lin Wanying's mischievous little hand, wrapping it in his large, warm palm, his thumb gently rubbing the delicate back of her hand.

Junior Sister Lin Wanying's cheeks instantly turned rosy. After struggling symbolically a couple of times, she let Gu Yi hold her hand. Her lips couldn't help but curl upward, her eyes completely filled with sweetness.

Beside them, Senior Sister Mu Qingxue was completely oblivious to these secret skirmishes. She merely sheathed her spotlessly wiped longsword back behind her, sitting quietly next to Gu Yi, enjoying this rare peace.