Chapter 57
The black veil fluttered in the wind, releasing a pungent smell of alcohol and garlic, followed by a lazy voice.
“Look at this little girl, we’ve taken a liking to her, hic—!”
“You guys, hic, right now…
Get lost—!”
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**Chapter 59: We Are from Qingyun Sect**
“Under broad daylight, you dare to snatch people from our Yinyang Pavilion? Aren’t you a bit too arrogant?”
The pale-faced scholar sensed the aura of the woman in black, and his already pale face turned ashen.
“Hic, I’m just, hic, taking her. What’s it to you!”
The woman in black jumped down from her sword, grabbing the hilt with one hand. Though her body swayed unsteadily, she swung the heavy sword around as if it were a toy.
The members of Yinyang Pavilion immediately took a few steps back, fearing they might be swept by that massive sword.
“This woman is on par with me in strength, and her single spiritual root is a top-notch dual cultivation partner. It would be a shame to let her go! I’ll hold her off; you all hurry and fetch the hall master!” The pale-faced scholar instructed his guards urgently, then drew a short sword from his waist, pointing it at the woman in black from a distance.
“Hmph, we’re both at the Golden Core stage. Today, Wei will have a go at you!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a blur appeared before him, and a hand reached out to grasp his short sword.
“What’s there to go at? How about you spar with me instead?”
The pale-faced scholar was taken aback, turning to see a frail old man with graying hair standing beside him, half of his face covered by a mask, grinning to reveal a mouthful of crooked teeth.
“Who are you?!”
“Heh heh, guess!”
The old man had a sword sheath hanging from his waist but didn’t use a sword; instead, he gradually closed his gnarled hand, twisting the blade of the short sword under immense pressure, producing a creaking sound.
The pale-faced scholar felt the old man’s oppressive aura pin him in place, unable to move. He could only hope his subordinates would bring the hall master, but soon he heard a series of muffled thuds as his men fell to the ground.
He turned around, and his face turned even grimmer.
Three figures in black stood in the middle of the street, arranged from tallest to shortest. The one on the left was the tallest and thinnest, the middle one was balanced, and the one on the right was short and stout. All were dressed in black, swords at their waists, each carrying a bulging bag on their backs, the contents unknown.
And his subordinates were already lying on the ground, unconscious.
“You dare to touch the people of Yinyang Pavilion?” The pale-faced scholar was furious.
Yinyang Pavilion was a major sect; who would dare to target them?
It had been a while since the commotion started here. Where were the guards of Tianquan City and the other sects? Had they all returned to their respective mountains?
“Stop wasting time; let’s grab the last haul and retreat!” A voice called from above.
A figure emerged from the top of a nearby building, clad in black with a black sword and hood, a white beard peeking out from beneath. His waist was adorned with various weapons.
The pale-faced scholar’s pupils constricted.
He recognized one of the weapons as his hall master’s treasured blade!
When did they get robbed?
The pale-faced scholar lost his bravado, forcing a smile that was more painful than crying. “Seniors, I didn’t recognize your greatness. This single spiritual root disciple belongs to you now. I’ll take my leave right away…”
“Throw all your magical tools, spirit stones, and storage bags on the ground!” The old man in front grinned wider, his wrinkled face resembling a blooming chrysanthemum.
The pale-faced scholar had no choice but to obediently hand over his belongings.
“Take off the jade around your neck too.”
The pale-faced scholar: “…”
“Your clothes as well.”
“Enough, Elder Li.” The female cultivator behind him, leaning on a massive sword, couldn’t bear to watch any longer and interjected.
“His clothes are quite nice,” the old man said, stroking the pale-faced scholar’s attire with a look of fascination in his eyes.
The pale-faced scholar was on the verge of tears. “Can I leave now?”
“Heh heh, go ahead.” The old man put the pale-faced scholar’s short sword into his storage bag, smiling as he released his grip.
The pale-faced scholar turned and fled.
“Kid, drag your subordinates along!”
Hearing the old man’s shout, the pale-faced scholar took off, rolling and flying through the air without looking back.
The members of Yinyang Pavilion had left.
The five figures in black all turned their gazes toward Li Qingran.
Li Qingran took a half-step back, fearfully retracting her head, and quickly bowed, saying, “Thank you, seniors, for saving me.”
Though these five mysterious individuals seemed more dangerous than the Yinyang Pavilion members, she felt an inexplicable lack of threat.
“Little girl, you have good talent. How about joining our sect?”
The strange old man smiled warmly at Li Qingran, his gaze gentle and kind.
“I want to join Lingxi Valley,” Li Qingran shook her head, stammering, “Your sect is great, but I want to be a healer.”
“You can also be a healer in our sect,” the female cultivator leaning on the heavy sword hiccupped lazily.
“I…” Li Qingran wanted to refuse again.
In the next moment, a voice rang out from the top of the building.
“Hey, how can you do this?!”
As the person spoke, they removed their hood, and in Li Qingran’s bewildered gaze, declared loudly, “We are from Qingyun Sect!”
The other four also removed their disguises.
The female cultivator across from them took off her veil, revealing long hair cascading down to her waist and a charmingly beautiful face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy with alcohol, but when she smiled, she looked lovely and spoke coherently.
“Little sister, as you can see, we’ve taken things from other sects.”
The old man beside her continued, “And now, you know our identity.”
The head of the Sword Pavilion, Su Qinian, grinned wickedly and concluded, “So, you must come with us! Otherwise, we’ll silence you, heh heh heh!”
Li Qingran: “…”
Did they think she didn’t know they were from Qingyun Sect?
She noticed the badge hanging from the waist of the person on the roof—Sword Pavilion.
Sword Pavilion and Sword Gate?
Li Qingran froze for a moment, inexplicably making a connection.
Before she could react, the world spun, and in a daze, she found herself on a flying sword.
It was the female cultivator reeking of alcohol.
The other four also stepped onto their respective flying swords, all wearing triumphant smiles.
“Junior sister, if you’re scared, you can hold onto your senior sister’s waist~”
The female cultivator tilted her head and smiled charmingly, and then the flying sword shot up into the sky.
Li Qingran was buffeted by the wind, unable to open her eyes, and instinctively wrapped her arms around the female cultivator’s waist.
Suddenly, she didn’t want to struggle anymore.
Because these people were just like her master.
When riding the flying sword,
They didn’t even set up a wind barrier.
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**Chapter 60: Indeed, I Am a Superhuman (Combined, Durian that Loves Stars +1)**
In Tianquan City, at the Ascending Immortal Tower.
Yun Suxin, the young master of Lingxi Valley, slowly awakened from her slumber.
Around her lay various cultivators from different sects and guards of the city, sprawled in disarray.
She rubbed her aching temples and instinctively reached for her waist.
“Where’s my storage bag?”
Not only was her storage bag gone, but her magical tools and all her jewelry were missing!
Many of the surrounding cultivators were still unconscious. They had originally been waiting for their sect’s flying boats, but instead of the boats, they had all been knocked out, losing everything they had.
“This is… Sanhun Incense?!” Yun Suxin found a burnt incense burner in a corner.
A non-toxic, colorless, and odorless sedative often used to calm beasts.
One could only say that the person behind this was fortunate not to have intended to take lives; otherwise, the consequences would have been dire.
But this location was known only to reputable sects, and everyone’s identity had been rigorously screened.
That could only mean there was a traitor!
Who could it be?
“It’s Qingyun Sect!”
Someone shouted, pointing angrily at the giant character for “Qing” and a provocative ghost face on the wall of the hall.
“Good! We have no grievances with Qingyun Sect, yet they came all this way to rob us?”
“Qingyun Sect is so wealthy; they must be doing this just to mock us!”
“In the Central Plains Secret Realm, we must make Qingyun Sect’s cultivators pay for this!”
Listening to the uproar in the hall, Yun Suxin felt a sense of foreboding.
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