Chapter 61: The Frenzied Xu Qinghuan! Jiang Ye

“Go up and surround her—I’ll tear that filthy face of hers apart myself!”

Xu Qinghuan was furiously enraged; her eyes, once brimming with seductive charm, now held only cold hatred.

She glared fixedly at Liu Yiyi’s pale yet still icy face, wishing she could carve two bloody holes into it with her gaze alone.

Saying she wanted to kill Liu Yiyi was just rage talking.

Even if her mind was clouded, she knew the sect strictly forbade disciples from harming each other—if someone died, even Jin Hai couldn’t protect her.

But she had a more vicious plan.

What she despised most was Liu Yiyi’s icy, aloof demeanor.

Why should she? She was just a country bumpkin from a small county—why did she act so superior?

She wanted to see if that face, always held so high, could still pretend to be noble after it was torn apart!

The several female disciples beside her immediately perked up, spreading out maliciously to encircle Liu Yiyi.

As the saying goes, rotten fish and spoiled shrimp always cluster together.

There were never lacking opportunists in the outer sect—since Xu Qinghuan had been named fiancée by the true disciple Jin Hai, those fawning after her had come in droves.

Though she had only recently entered, she had already gathered a band of sycophants around her and become a tyrant among the outer sect disciples.

She paraded daily with a group of female disciples, acting like a gang leader.

Even veteran disciples with Qi Condensation-level cultivation rarely dared provoke her.

Surrounded by the female disciples, Liu Yiyi showed no fear; her cold eyes locked firmly onto Xu Qinghuan, a flicker of deadly resolve flashing in their depths.

All of them were at the Dark Force realm—Liu Yiyi feared no one.

On her journey from Anxi County to Fucheng, she had endured bloody slaughter—how could these empty beauties compare?

She had already decided: when the fight started, she’d strike first at Xu Qinghuan!

Capture the leader first—once she subdued this instigator, the others would scatter like birds and beasts.

“Damn it! This bitch dares glare at me?!”

Seeing Liu Yiyi surrounded yet still staring at her without flinching, Xu Qinghuan’s heart suddenly trembled.

For no reason, she suddenly recalled the day at the mountain gate, when she and Li Jianghua had called that old man a “dirty old thing.”

That old man had looked at her just like this—with ancient, unnervingly calm eyes, as if she were nothing but a noisy ant.

Before entering the sect, being glared at by some insolent old fool was tolerable.

But now, she was Jin Hai’s fiancée from Jinchen Peak!

Her status was no longer the same—who in the outer sect dared not give her at least a little respect?

Why did this Liu Yiyi dare look at her like that?!

A surge of offended anger, mixed with a guilt she hadn’t even noticed, churned in her chest.

She could no longer hold back and shouted sharply: “Attack...”

“Stop! Everyone, stop!”

At that tense moment, two deep, thunderous shouts erupted simultaneously.

Two middle-aged men in the robes of administrative officers rushed into the crowd, their faces stern, their aura surging—two Transmission Instructors with Qi Condensation-level cultivation.

They stepped between the opposing sides, their qi subtly released, instantly dispersing the hostile atmosphere.

“The sect strictly forbids disciples from fighting privately! Anyone who breaks this rule will be locked in solitary confinement for seven days!”

The female disciples surrounding Liu Yiyi scattered like startled sparrows, retreating faster than anyone else.

They could only strut around with Xu Qinghuan, but when real trouble came, they fled faster than anyone—vanishing into the crowd in the blink of an eye, leaving only a few timid eyes peering out.

“This isn’t fair!”

Xu Qinghuan was so furious she nearly ground her molars to dust, her beautiful face twisted by rage.

She pointed to the bright red palm print on her cheek, her voice shrill enough to pierce eardrums:

“Am I just supposed to let this bitch slap me and get away with it?!”

The two Transmission Instructors glanced at her with stern expressions but said nothing.

Truthfully, they were both exhausted.

If this had been any ordinary disciple causing trouble on the training ground, they’d have already dragged them off to solitary confinement.

But these two? Neither was someone they could touch lightly.

Xu Qinghuan, of course—Jin Hai, true disciple of Jinchen Peak, was her fiancé.

Who was Jin Hai? Third on the True Disciple Rankings, the number one man under the Jinchen Peak Master, infamous for his brutality and fierce protection of his own.

Touching him meant wishing for death.

And Liu Yiyi… they’d heard rumors—she had been personally recruited by Elder Xie Tang of Xuanshui Peak.

Xie Tang might not be as flashy as Jin Hai, but he was a Golden Core Elder with deep roots in the Tianqing Sect.

Moreover, Liu Yiyi had done nothing wrong—it was Xu Qinghuan who started this.

Neither of them could be offended.

“Fine! Fine! Fine!!!”

Seeing the two men remain silent, Xu Qinghuan’s chest heaved violently, nearly exploding with rage.

She glared furiously at the two Transmission Instructors, then past them, toward the cold figure in the crowd.

Liu Yiyi still stood where she was, pale-faced yet utterly fearless, her cold eyes not even glancing toward this side.

As if the entire spectacle had nothing to do with her.

“You’re all protecting this bitch, are you? Fine! Just wait!”

She spat out these words through gritted teeth, spun around sharply, and sprinted toward the inner sect.

Her back radiated determination—clearly, she wasn’t going to let this go.

The two Transmission Instructors exchanged glances, their expressions darkening.

“This troublemaker…” the one on the left frowned, staring at where Xu Qinghuan had vanished, his eyes filled with helplessness: “Is she going to Jinchen Peak to find Jin Hai?”

“Trouble,” sighed the one on the right, rubbing his temples. “Jin Hai is fiercely protective—if he hears his fiancée was wronged, he’ll storm over here directly.”

“I’ll go to Xuanshui Peak and find Elder Xie Tang,” the left one decided instantly. “You hold the ground here.”

Saying that, he also sprinted toward the inner sect, his figure vanishing quickly at the crowd’s edge.

The remaining Transmission Instructor stood where he was, staring at Liu Yiyi, lips opening but words failing him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but realized nothing he could say was appropriate.

In the end, he only sighed and waved his hand: “Disperse! Go back to your duties!”

The crowd slowly broke apart, but the murmurs did not cease.

Glances kept flickering toward Liu Yiyi—some sympathetic, some curious, some gleeful.

Someone whispered low, “Liu Yiyi’s in for trouble now,” someone sneered, “She brought it on herself by provoking Xu Qinghuan,” and someone else muttered, “It was Xu Qinghuan who started this.”

Voices intertwined, buzzing like a swarm of flies.

Liu Yiyi stood still, lifting her hand to smooth her disheveled hair, her spine still straight—as if the earlier clash had been nothing more than a trivial interruption.

She didn’t even glance toward where Xu Qinghuan had disappeared, merely standing quietly there.

No one noticed a tall, slender figure standing in the shadow of a withered tree at the edge of the training ground.

Jiang Ye stood motionless, like an ancient tree fused with the dead wood, so hidden that even nearby disciples failed to sense his presence.

His withered fingers, tucked inside his sleeves, twitched slightly; his ancient eyes, through gaps in the crowd, fixed on that cold, distant back.

He had already pieced together the full story from the outer sect disciples’ gossip.

Xu Qinghuan and Liu Yiyi were both at the Dark Force realm, studying under the same Transmission Instructor—clashes were inevitable.

Xu Qinghuan cultivated a seductive, alluring aura, naturally gifted with charm, and despised most of all women like Liu Yiyi—cold, pure, and unyielding.

As if Liu Yiyi’s very existence was a silent mockery of her.

The more they met, the more friction arose.

But Xu Qinghuan formed cliques, surrounded by sycophants, playing the game of isolation and bullying.

While Liu Yiyi was cold by nature, solitary and alone.

One against many—naturally, she suffered.

This was precisely what Jiang Ye had worried about before.

“Xu Qinghuan...”

He stood in the shadow, gazing toward the inner sect, toward the mountain path where Xu Qinghuan had vanished, his eyes slowly narrowing—his ancient gaze chilling into something almost tangible.

The debt from when that little brat called him “old thing” was still unpaid.

Now, she dares to provoke Liu Yiyi too?

Looks like today, she won’t be let off the hook.