Chapter 44: The departing little white

“You’re full of shit!”

The tall sword cultivator’s face turned green with rage.

He pointed at Luo Qingchen’s nose, his fingers trembling.

“You short little green tea mung bean cake!”

“Stop spouting lies here!”

“When did I ever say anything insulting to Senior Sister?”

The tall sword cultivator turned around and spread his hands.

He shouted at the surrounding inner disciples who were watching the commotion.

“Junior brothers and sisters, justice is in people’s hearts!”

“You were all there at the time—testify for me!”

“I only have admiration for Senior Sister!”

“This little thief is purely sowing discord and slandering me!”

The surrounding disciples exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

“That’s right, Senior Brother Zhao was really anxious.”

“This little thief is full of lies—can’t trust her.”

“Senior Sister, don’t be fooled by her.”

Accusations rose from all sides.

Luo Qingchen instantly found herself in a position of being pointed at by a thousand fingers.

She was not flustered at all.

She stepped back half a step, shrinking directly behind Ling Xiyue.

Her two hands grabbed Ling Xiyue’s wide sleeve.

Her eyes instantly turned red, a watery mist swirling in them.

She sniffled, her voice taking on a crying tone.

“Since everyone says so, then I must have misheard. Maybe one of them said that Senior Brother Zhao was just trying to protect the bond between fellow disciples. Mm-hmm, I understand. Forget it, forget it—it’s not easy for anyone.”

Luo Qingchen lowered her head, her shoulders shaking.

She looked exactly like a wronged little wife.

Ling Xiyue’s face was expressionless.

Her right hand gripped the hilt of the Green Scale Sword.

She pushed her thumb upward.

Clang!

The sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath.

The cold pressure of a mid-Core Formation cultivator burst out, instantly cooling the surrounding air.

Those disciples who were still agreeing felt their throats tighten.

All sounds came to an abrupt halt.

The main tent was dead silent.

Ling Xiyue’s gaze swept over the tall sword cultivator.

Her voice was cold.

“Right and wrong, I have my own judgment. I trust her.”

The tall sword cultivator was stunned.

His mouth hung open;

He couldn’t react for a long time.

‘Senior Sister usually never fights for anything. No matter what they say, she never retorts, only ignores. But today she actually used her pressure to suppress me! What kind of bewitching soup did this little thief feed Senior Sister?’

Ling Xiyue took a step forward.

The Green Scale Sword was sheathed again.

“After returning to the sect, you’d better come up with compensation that satisfies her. Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to have a friendly spar with you.”

The tall sword cultivator’s worldview completely collapsed.

His face was full of grievance.

He abruptly turned his head, looking at Wangyou Zhenren, who was drinking tea in the main seat.

“Elder, look at her! Senior Sister has been bewitched by this little thief! You must stand up for your disciple!”

Wangyou Zhenren put down his purple clay teapot.

He waved his wide sleeve, and a gentle force surged out, directly knocking the tall sword cultivator and the surrounding disciples back three steps.

The old man stroked his beard.

“This is a matter for you juniors. You decide among yourselves.”

He paused, his gaze falling on Luo Qingchen.

He spoke with a smile.

“Also, from now on, this little girl is your little junior sister of Hidden Sword Mountain. She is still young. You senior brothers should be more considerate.”

The disciples in the main tent were all dumbfounded.

‘Not only was this little thief not dealt with, she directly became one of us!’

Luo Qingchen immediately put on a bright smile and bowed deeply to Wangyou Zhenren.

“Then many thanks to Master for taking me in! Master, you are the most reasonable!”

‘She mentally flipped him off wildly. This old bastard really knows how to go with the flow. In the future, he wants to use me as free labor for breaking formations, and he even sold me a favor. These old foxes of the cultivation world, each one is more cunning than the last.’

Just as the atmosphere was easing, the carpet in the corner of the main tent suddenly writhed violently.

Huff… huff…

A suppressed dog panting sound came out.

A fluffy white head suddenly popped out.

Xiao Bai shook the dust off his body.

His dog face was full of gravity.

He shed his usual sleaziness and ran directly to Luo Qingchen’s feet.

His tone was extremely serious.

“Luo Dad, I have to go.”

Luo Qingchen raised an eyebrow.

“What? You’ve thought it over and decided to get neutered?”

Xiao Bai didn’t take the bait.

He raised his front paw and pointed outside the camp.

“The group that was chasing us outside the Secret Realm has almost found us.”

Everyone in the main tent pricked up their ears.

Xiao Bai continued.

“If I continue to stay here, everyone will be wiped out in one fell swoop.”

Xiao Bai turned around, back facing Luo Qingchen.

“I’ll lead them away. You guys get out quickly.”

Luo Qingchen tilted her head and squinted at him.

“What if you, this dead dog, run out and directly sell me out, bringing them to surround me?”

Xiao Bai turned his head.

He used his two short dog paws to pat the storage pouch hanging on his chest.

His dog face was full of determination.

“Brothers are in the heart! I, Dog Lord, may be cowardly and afraid of death, but I will never betray a teammate!”

Xiao Bai’s front paws landed on the ground.

“I’ll show up to lead those people away. After all, they are technically my original masters. I can lure them farther away. But I don’t know how long I can delay them. So, you all need to cultivate faster. Don’t let it be that after Dog Lord holds them off for a long time, I come back and you’re still like this.”

Luo Qingchen, after hearing this, did not shed tears of emotion.

Instead, she waved her hand as if shooing a fly.

“Scram, scram. Run fast. Don’t let anyone make dog hotpot out of you. I’m still counting on you to be my meat shield in the future.”

Xiao Bai rolled his eyes.

He turned and prepared to dash out of the tent.

Just as his front paw stepped out, a chilling sword light flashed.

Shing!

Ling Xiyue’s Green Scale Sword was directly placed on Xiao Bai’s dog neck.

The blade pressed against his fur.

Xiao Bai stiffened in fear, his four legs shaking wildly.

The tough guy image he had just faked instantly shattered.

Tears streamed down.

“Woof! Luo Dad, save me! This woman is unreasonable—she’s going to kill a dog!”

Ling Xiyue’s eyes were icy.

She looked at Luo Qingchen, her tone serious.

“This dog’s origins are unclear. He’s full of nonsense. If he really goes to inform, Hidden Sword Mountain will be put in a passive position. Better to behead him now to avoid future trouble.”

Xiao Bai felt the bone-chilling cold on his neck.

He was so scared he almost peed.

Luo Qingchen stepped forward.

She extended two fingers, gently pinched the blade, and moved it away from Xiao Bai’s neck.

She tilted her head and gave Ling Xiyue a sly smile.

“No need to kill. After all, we’re a small group. Our rule is—”

Luo Qingchen patted Xiao Bai’s dog head.

“Trust the dog you use; don’t use a dog you distrust.”

Ling Xiyue looked into Luo Qingchen’s eyes.

She was silent for a moment.

Then she flipped her wrist, and the Green Scale Sword returned to its sheath.

Xiao Bai felt as if he had received a pardon.

He scrambled and crawled out of the main tent, turning into a streak of white light that quickly disappeared from sight.

Luo Qingchen looked in the direction where Xiao Bai had disappeared.

She brushed the dog hair off her hands and turned to face Wangyou Zhenren.

“Old man, shouldn’t we discuss the benefits and treatment of joining Hidden Sword Mountain?”