Chapter 39
**Chapter 39: So What If I Interfere?**
In the grand hall of Qingyun Sect, two waves of divine pressure clashed, creating a spiritual explosion centered around Li Qingran. The surrounding cultivators felt as if their heads were suddenly submerged underwater, a buzzing ringing in their ears. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring their vision, while the ground tiles were sent flying, crashing against the walls of the mountain gate and leaving a series of deep dents.
“This is bad, there’s a master here!” Wu Duantian’s face changed dramatically as he turned to the elders beside him, urgency in his voice. “Quick, activate the protective formation to ensure the safety of our disciples!”
“Yes!” The two elders, sensing the gravity of the situation, sprang into action.
However, their caution proved unnecessary. The overwhelming pressure was directed solely at the people of Chixiao Peak, aimed at the arrogant Qingxuan Daoist. For the other disciples, that pressure felt like a gentle breeze, even the flying stones veered away from their faces.
But the disciples behind Qingxuan Daoist were not so fortunate. The oppressive force from the two powerful cultivators bore down on Lu Changtian and the others, forcing them to the ground, their faces turning a deep shade of purple, yet they dared not utter a single complaint.
“Who are you, and why do you interfere in the affairs of Qingyun Sect?” Qingxuan Daoist’s expression darkened. He was the strongest in the sect, second only to the venerable Qingyun Ancestor. Even the sect leader Wu Duantian was no match for him, yet this mysterious figure who had yet to reveal themselves could stand against him. Lu Changtian had mentioned that Li Qingran had befriended a mysterious senior outside; it must be this person.
He had considered that this individual might provide Li Qingran with some resources.
But he never expected this person would go so far for an ordinary disciple they had just met.
Didn’t they fear the many members of Qingyun Sect?!
**[I’m interfering, so what?]**
“You!” Qingxuan Daoist nearly choked on his words.
Before he could gather his thoughts, a distant voice floated on the wind.
**[Li Qingran is no longer a disciple of Qingyun Sect. I am merely here to settle a karmic debt, so let’s keep our cool!]**
Cultivators placed great faith in karma; anything related to it was never a trivial matter.
Qingxuan Daoist frowned. “What karma?”
**[The karma of Chixiao Peak, and the consequence for Li Qingran!]**
**[I will not interfere in this matter… nor will you, or else don’t blame me for disregarding the face of Qingyun Sect!]**
Hearing this, Chen Huai'an felt a surge of anxiety.
To put it bluntly, he had merely purchased the cultivation level of a perfected Transformation stage. If the elders of Qingyun Sect decided to join forces against him, he could at most kill them all, but he could never leave the scene without a trace, so he had to remain low-key.
His character had yet to be revealed, so they shouldn’t be able to locate him.
As long as he maintained this air of mystery, Qingxuan Daoist wouldn’t dare to act recklessly.
As for why Chen Huai'an was so confident about this, it was because he could see the basic information of Qingxuan Daoist:
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Chen Huai'an was just like that. He often appeared carefree and jovial, but in reality, he was calculating in the shadows. Once someone touched his sore spot, they would learn what true darkness meant. He was like a wolf in sheep's clothing, seemingly innocent but deeply perceptive. No one could outsmart him because he had been plotting from the start; he was the true chess master!
Qingxuan Daoist seemed to be cut from the same cloth.
So, until he found Chen Huai'an’s true identity, Qingxuan Daoist would surely behave himself.
As Chen Huai'an had anticipated, Qingxuan Daoist, along with Wu Duantian and the other elders, all changed their expressions upon hearing those words.
What did it mean to disregard the face of Qingyun Sect?
What kind of strength did the other party possess to dare say such things?
Wu Duantian wanted to show Chen Huai'an just how heavy the face of Qingyun Sect was, but he had no idea where Chen Huai'an was. Even when he tried to probe with his divine pressure, he found only emptiness. He couldn’t gauge Chen Huai'an’s strength and could only grit his teeth in frustration.
“Continue searching for that person’s location.”
He called for two elders to think of a way, while giving Qingxuan Daoist a calming look, his voice low and tense. “Qingxuan, the other party is hidden while we are exposed. We don’t know their capabilities, so we must not act rashly. Li Qingran is merely a Qi Refining stage cultivator; how much trouble can she really cause? Let’s observe for now.”
Qingxuan Daoist nodded slightly, retracting his divine pressure, though his cold gaze remained fixed on Li Qingran.
Li Qingran had brought an outsider to challenge their mountain, making Chixiao Peak lose face.
From this moment on, no matter what Li Qingran said, he would never forgive her, even if Lu Changtian and the others pleaded on her behalf. Did she still want to join Qingyun Sect’s Chixiao Peak? Ha, what a delusion!
At this moment, Qingxuan Daoist was still stuck in the past.
He thought Li Qingran still longed for Chixiao Peak.
With Chen Huai'an backing her, Li Qingran felt more at ease.
She stepped forward, approaching the people of Chixiao Peak, ignoring Qingxuan Daoist’s icy glare. Her gaze swept over to Zhang Hanxiao, and she clasped her hands in greeting, her voice calm. “Fourth Senior Brother, it’s been a while.”
“Not bad, Li Qingran. No wonder you dared to return to the sect so boldly; turns out you found someone to back you up?” Zhang Hanxiao crossed his arms, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
This was Qingyun Sect!
With the elders and masters present, even a powerful outsider wouldn’t dare to stand up for Li Qingran. How could a mere Li Qingran be anything but easily manipulated?
“The senior is indeed backing me.” Li Qingran didn’t deny it. She held her Su Xuan sword, staring directly at Zhang Hanxiao, her tone indifferent. “But Fourth Senior Brother, do you still remember how, before I was expelled from Qingyun Sect, you caused trouble everywhere under my protection, racking up debts? I helped you pay off those spirit stones; without me, your reputation would have been in tatters long ago.”
Faced with such public exposure, Zhang Hanxiao felt his blood rush to his face, stammering, “What are you talking about? Don’t slander me!”
“Slander you?!” Li Qingran pulled out a stack of promissory notes from her storage bag and coldly tossed them into the air.
The notes fluttered down like snowflakes, revealing their astonishing quantity.
Her clear voice rose above the “snowfall”:
“These promissory notes are the evidence I kept when I helped you pay off your debts. I intended to keep track of how much you spent, but I couldn’t keep up with your troublemaking. Over the years, my share of spirit stones has nearly all gone to these debts. The owners of the gambling houses, treasure pavilions, and money shops can all testify for me!”
“Zhang Hanxiao, outside, you are the illustrious Fourth Senior Brother of Chixiao Peak, the top performer in sect missions.” Li Qingran fixed her gaze on Zhang Hanxiao’s flushed face, a smile creeping onto her lips. “But in reality? You’re just a parasite, leeching off your junior sister!”
Many disciples of Qingyun Sect had received one or two of the promissory notes, and the amounts written on them were shocking.
Almost all of these notes bore Zhang Hanxiao’s seal, yet it was Li Qingran who had paid the debts.
As the crowd gasped in disbelief, murmurs began to spread:
“I can’t believe Senior Brother Zhang is like this…”
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