The two left the completely renovated cave dwelling and walked toward the Sword Grave.
Wuyou Peak was as desolate as ever, but as soon as they stepped beyond its range, the thriving scene of Hidden Sword Mountain’s other peaks greeted them.
Along the way, Luo Qingchen keenly noticed something was off.
A few inner disciples approached.
When they saw them, their faces were just about to put on respectful smiles and prepare to bow.
But when they saw Ling Xiyue’s face, the smiles instantly froze and then quickly disappeared, as if they had never been there.
Those disciples walked past them with their eyes straight ahead, without even greeting them, completely ignoring a senior sister at the mid Core Formation stage.
Luo Qingchen paused mid-step and looked back at the backs of those disciples.
‘Damn, are these people’s eyes on top of their heads?’
‘They can’t even see a mid Core Formation senior sister? Or does Hidden Sword Mountain favor the weak as the strong?’
After walking a bit further, a few more disciples flew by on their swords.
When they saw familiar personal disciples from other peaks, they bowed from afar, calling “Senior Brother” and “Senior Sister.”
But when it came to Ling Xiyue, they turned their heads away in unison, sped up, and flew off, not even bothering to give her another glance.
One of them even had a faint hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth.
Luo Qingchen finally understood completely.
She stopped walking, turned her head to look at Ling Xiyue beside her, who was still expressionless, as if nothing had happened.
“Senior Sister, what’s going on?”
“Why are they treating you like a transparent person?”
Ling Xiyue’s expression was calm, her cool voice betraying no emotion.
“Wuyou Peak is the most neglected peak in Hidden Sword Mountain. The master’s way of doing things… isn’t understood by many.”
“I also don’t like to argue with people. In the past, when someone provoked me, I usually ignored them.”
She paused and continued.
“After a long time, it just ended up like this.”
Luo Qingchen was furious.
‘Good grief!’
‘So this naive, sweet senior sister is just a punching bag in the sect?’
‘Because she doesn’t like to cause trouble, people think she’s easy to bully? The cultivation world also pulls this bullying crap?’
She looked at Ling Xiyue’s accustomed aloof expression, and the protective spark in her heart flared up instantly.
‘Fine, you bunch of snobs!’
‘Today I’ll teach you some manners!’
The two soon arrived at the entrance of the Sword Grave.
The Sword Grave was an important site of the sect.
A registration desk was set up at the entrance, where an inner disciple at the late Foundation Establishment stage was lolling in a chair, yawning listlessly.
He saw the two approaching but didn’t even bother to lift his eyelids.
He just lazily stretched out a hand to block their way.
“Stop.”
His voice was full of arrogance.
“The Sword Grave is a restricted area. No idlers allowed.”
Ling Xiyue walked forward honestly and spoke calmly.
“This is my master Wangyou Zhenren of Wuyou Peak’s newly accepted personal disciple, Luo Qingchen. According to the rules, she is here to choose her destined spirit sword at the Sword Grave.”
Only then did the disciple lazily raise his head.
His gaze swept over Ling Xiyue, directly ignoring her, and then landed on Luo Qingchen.
He looked Luo Qingchen up and down, a sneer unmasked at the corner of his mouth.
“Personal disciple? I haven’t heard of that.”
He spread his hands, his tone flippant.
“Where’s the personal disciple identity jade token? Take it out and let me see.”
Ling Xiyue was stunned and answered dully.
“The master left in a hurry and hasn’t had time to go to the Sect Affairs Hall to process the token.”
On hearing this, the inner disciple’s face showed even more mockery.
He even let out a snicker, loud enough for a few passing disciples to hear.
“Senior Sister, I don’t mean to be harsh.”
“It’s one thing for Wuyou Peak to be poor, but now you’ve learned to lie as well?”
“Could it be that you dragged in some random trash from outside and want to sneak into the Sword Grave to get the sect’s top-tier spirit artifact?”
At these words, a few nearby disciples who were watching the scene also chuckled softly.
Luo Qingchen almost choked on her breath.
She pulled back Ling Xiyue who was about to explain further, and sighed with disappointment.
“My good senior sister, why are you wasting words on this snob?”
Luo Qingchen leaned close to Ling Xiyue’s ear, lowered her voice, and coaxed.
“Let me teach you how to handle this kind of situation next time.”
“Remember, directly use your pressure to crush him to the ground, crush him until even his bone marrow knows what respect means!”
“Then he’ll learn how to speak to you properly!”
The disciple heard this and sneered dismissively, about to continue taunting.
But Ling Xiyue looked at Luo Qingchen, a hint of understanding flashing in her clear eyes.
She nodded seriously.
“I understand.”
The next second.
Boom—!
The terrifying, bone-chilling pressure of a mid Core Formation cultivator descended like a towering mountain!
Luo Qingchen was standing with her arms crossed, ready to enjoy the sight of the disciple pressed to the ground wailing.
But…
Splat!
A crisp sound.
She, along with that inner disciple, was pressed flat to the ground by an irresistible force, her cheek making intimate contact with the cold floor.
The whole world instantly went silent.
Luo Qingchen’s face was pressed to the ground, eating dust, and she was almost exploding with anger.
Using all her strength, she squeezed out a roar from between her teeth.
“Are you a pig?! Damn friendly fire!”
Only then did Ling Xiyue realize.
A flash of panic crossed her face, and she quickly moved her mind to withdraw the pressure covering Luo Qingchen.
Luo Qingchen felt weightless and immediately sprang up from the ground.
She dusted off her clothes, glared fiercely at Ling Xiyue who wanted to apologize, and then walked slowly to stand before the inner disciple who was pressed flat to the ground, unable to move a finger.
Luo Qingchen leaned on the registration desk with both hands, looking down at him from above, a cold curve on her lips.
“Now, will you speak properly?”
The inner disciple’s bones were creaking all over, cold sweat soaking his back, but he still remained stubborn.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his throat.
“Y-you… wait! I’m going to report you to the Discipline Hall! Harming fellow disciples, you’re doomed!”
Hearing this, Luo Qingchen not only didn’t fear, but slapped the table and cheered loudly.
“Go ahead! Call now! Right this moment!”
Her voice suddenly rose, her momentum a hundred times more arrogant than the disciple’s.
“Let everyone in the Discipline Hall see whether an inner disciple of Hidden Sword Mountain can be so rude to a personal disciple!”
“As for whether I’m a personal disciple?”
Luo Qingchen gave a cold laugh.
“You wait. I’ll call my master Wangyou Zhenren over right now and let him personally, slowly prove it to you!”
Hearing the name “Wangyou Zhenren,” the inner disciple was terrified out of his wits.
He was just an inner disciple, how could he dare to make an elder-level figure travel all the way here!
His arrogance was washed away by fear in an instant, and cold sweat poured down.
“No! Don’t call!”
He almost cried out.
“Senior Sister! Senior Sister Luo! I was wrong!”
He said tremblingly.
“The registration desk has… has a treasure that can directly look up the sect roster, no need to trouble the Zhenren!”
Seeing this, Ling Xiyue slowly withdrew her pressure.
The disciple felt the weight lift, and immediately crawled on all fours to an ancient bronze mirror, tremblingly input a spiritual spell.
The bronze mirror flashed, and a line of golden characters appeared.
[Daoist Wangyou of Wuyou Peak’s Personal Disciple: Luo Qingchen]
Seeing the golden characters, the disciple’s last hope was shattered.
He scrambled back behind the desk, his attitude making a 180-degree turn.
His face full of flattering smiles, he took out a cyan Pass Token from a drawer, held it with both hands, and reverently presented it to Luo Qingchen.
“Senior Sister Luo! It is I who failed to recognize your eminence. You are magnanimous, please don’t lower yourself to my level!”
He added ingratiatingly.
“Senior Sister, there is Senior Jian Daoren inside. He will guide you in choosing your sword.”
Luo Qingchen took the token, spun it casually on her finger, and muttered under her breath.
‘Scissors person? What a strange name. Is this Sword Grave guarded by a barber?’
She ignored the disciple who was about to cry, and pulled Ling Xiyue into the Sword Grave.
Ling Xiyue followed behind Luo Qingchen, watching the previously arrogant disciple now looking as mournful as if he had lost his parents.
A strange feeling she had never felt before welled up in her heart.
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