13: Chapter 13 Friendly Sparring

More and more Disciples were attracted over, forming a large circle, pointing and whispering to each other.

Some sympathized with Ye Xiaoyao, feeling that Lu Guan was bullying others too excessively.

Others gloated, waiting to see how this kid, who had hit the jackpot with good luck, would meet with misfortune.

Ye Xiaoyao stood where he was, watching the two people approaching him.

There was no fear on his face; instead, he sighed softly, his hand quietly reaching toward the Storage Pouch at his waist.

Inside it, besides Spirit Stones and Medicinal Pills, there were two Talismans.

One was a Mountain-Bulwark Talisman, which could block one strike from an Early Foundation Establishment Stage.

One was a Golden Sword Talisman, with power comparable to the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

He originally did not want to expose his trump cards so early.

But it seemed that today, someone was determined to force him to unsheathe his sword.

Lu Guan watched Ye Xiaoyao standing alone in place, blocked on the left and right by his two lackeys.

The pent-up frustration in his heart from the morning's failure and the shame and anger from being contradicted to his face finally found a vent.

The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a smile that made no effort to hide his sinister and smug nature.

"Just a piece of trash at the Qi Refining Third Layer, and you deserve to challenge me?"

He sneered inwardly.

"Do you really think that just because the Saintess mentioned you in passing, you've become someone important?"

"What a joke!"

"I think the Saintess was just having a whim, or had other motives, and just used you as a cover."

"If she really valued you, would she have sent you back to the Outer Sect so quickly?"

"And given you Spirit Stones to buy your own Medicinal Pills?"

"It's clearly just brushing you off!"

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and his courage grew stronger.

Even if someone investigated afterwards, he could excuse it as "friendly sparring among fellow Disciples" or "resolving a private misunderstanding."

As long as he didn't maim or kill this kid, it wouldn't be a big problem.

The most important thing was that he had to step on Ye Xiaoyao in front of so many people today!

To let everyone know what the consequences were for offending him, Lu Guan, in the Outer Sect!

"Sharp Mouth! Monkey Cheeks! What are you still dawdling for?"

Lu Guan urged, waving his folding fan impatiently.

Sharp Mouth and Monkey Cheeks no longer hesitated, grinning hideously as they prepared to step forward.

A Qi Refining Third Layer, in front of the two of them at the fifth layer of Qi Refining, wasn't that easy to capture?

Not only could they curry favor with Senior Brother Lu, but they might also be able to scrape some benefits from this kid.

Ye Xiaoyao rolled his eyes inwardly.

What kind of situation was this?

It was simply an upgraded version of an unprovoked disaster.

This Lu Guan was pettier than a needle's eye, and his logic was even more bizarre; he had inexplicably become his number one imaginary enemy.

Ye Xiaoyao even suspected that Lu Guan's brain had gone stupid.

Although he wasn't afraid, he also felt it was troublesome.

The two Talismans were trump cards for saving his life; using them against these two lackeys was like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken, and exposing them too early was unwise.

His mind raced, and his hand had already reached toward the Storage Pouch.

Try the gray plume sword.

He made up his mind.

The Saintess said this sword's sharpness was no less than high-level sword artifacts that specialized in killing.

Although his swordsmanship was sparse and his sword-controlling technique was clumsy, relying on the high quality of the Magical Artifact, perhaps he could manage a few rounds.

If it really didn't work, it wouldn't be too late to use the Talismans.

The Qi in his body began to circulate quietly, preparing to take out the Flying Sword at any moment.

Just at this moment of tension, when things were about to explode.

"Wait!"

A somewhat shrill, noticeably indignant male voice suddenly exploded from the crowd of onlookers.

Immediately after.

A short, slightly lecherous-looking male Cultivator jumped out, his finger pointing straight at Lu Guan, his face flushed with excitement.

It was the very brother who had been tapped on the back of the head by Lu Guan's folding fan at the matchmaking event that morning.

He glared at Lu Guan, his voice trembling slightly from nervousness, but his words were very clear.

"Lu Guan! The Sect has clear regulations that Disciples must not engage in private fighting, much less bully the weak and attack fellow Disciples without cause!"

"You are directing your subordinates to surround and attack Junior Brother Ye; are you trying to openly violate Sect rules?"

He had been humiliated by Lu Guan tapping his head in public that morning, and after learning that the other party's intimidating background was complete nonsense, he had been holding in a fire in his heart for a long time.

Seeing Lu Guan about to bully someone again, and the person being bullied was Ye Xiaoyao, who had also offended Lu Guan today.

A sense of shared hatred and the impulse to vent his resentment made him bite the bullet and stand out.

He just wanted to make things difficult for Lu Guan and make him unhappy!

Lu Guan was annoyed at being interrupted.

He glanced sideways at this short Cultivator, recognized him as the coward from the morning, and a look of contempt immediately appeared on his face.

"I wondered who it was."

Lu Guan sneered, shaking his folding fan, looking completely indifferent.

"This Junior Brother, you can eat Spirit Rice randomly, but you cannot speak randomly!"

"Who said I ordered people to surround and attack a fellow Disciple? This is slander, it is deliberate defamation."

He paused, put on a hypocritical expression of "I'm doing this for your own good," and looked at Ye Xiaoyao, saying:

"I just saw that Junior Brother Ye seemed to have made quite a bit of progress today, and I wanted to let my Junior Brother Sharp Mouth spar and exchange pointers with him, to verify what we have learned and make progress together."

"This... doesn't violate Sect rules, right? Friendly sparring between fellow Disciples, isn't that a common occurrence?"

As he spoke, he pointed his folding fan toward Sharp Mouth, his tone deliberately drawn out, carrying a clear suggestive meaning:

"Sharp Mouth, you go, and have a good spar with Junior Brother Ye!"

"Remember, stop at the appropriate point, and absolutely... do not hurt Junior Brother Ye. Hehe..."

That last "Hehe," anyone could hear the malicious intent within it.

The short Cultivator was choked by his black-and-white-reversing and high-sounding words; he opened his mouth but didn't know how to refute.

The surrounding Disciples watching the excitement were also mostly silent.

Although Lu Guan's words were shameless, they indeed exploited a loophole in the Sect rules.

Under the name of sparring, as long as nothing major happened, the Law Enforcement Hall would often turn a blind eye.

The short Cultivator glared at Lu Guan indignantly, but ultimately said nothing more.

He just stepped back a few paces and, like everyone else, became a pure spectator.

Sharp Mouth received the clear instruction and was invigorated.

Acting alone was the perfect opportunity for him to show off!

He licked his somewhat chapped lips and drew a cold, gleaming, ghost-head-knife-shaped Magical Artifact from his Storage Pouch.

The blade was long and narrow, with a curve, and it looked quite sharp.

He flicked his wrist, performed a not-so-pretty blade flourish, and approached Ye Xiaoyao step by step, his face wearing a playful expression like a cat catching a mouse.

"Junior Brother Ye, please instruct me."

He said in a strange tone.

Ye Xiaoyao knew that this fight was unavoidable.

Reasoning with people like Lu Guan was a complete waste of saliva; strength was the hard currency.

If he didn't show his own strength, he would really let others think he was a soft persimmon that anyone could easily squeeze.

He no longer hesitated, his mind stirred, his internal Qi accelerated its circulation, and he was about to take out the gray plume sword from the Storage Pouch.

However, just at the moment his Qi touched the Storage Pouch and the gray plume sword was about to appear—.

A clear, slightly magnetic, and mature-sounding female voice, like ice beads falling on a jade plate, suddenly came from behind the crowd, clearly drowning out all the low whispers and tense atmosphere in the scene.

"What are you all gathered here for?"