Chapter 428: Okay, okay, you won

The two ancestors of Qing Yun Sect glared angrily, and their terrifying pressure shot up into the sky; for a moment, nobody in the field dared to speak again.

After all, that's an ancestor at the Great Saint Realm.

But just as the two Qing Yun Sect ancestors used their pressure to suppress Mo Yun, Yu Mo and the others also made a move.

Although Mo Yun really can't speak properly, he's still a member of the Dao Yi Sect, so we can't let outsiders bully him.

"Yu Mo, what do you mean?"

Seeing Yu Mo and the others act, the two Qing Yun Sect ancestors' eyes grew colder; to them, it seemed the Dao Yi Sect could no longer hold back and was about to attack.

If that's the case, then we can only fight to the death.

However, Yu Mo's answer caught them off guard; he looked helpless and said.

"Is a Dong Wen poetry meet really worth it? What does winning or losing have to do with your Qing Yun Sect?"

The Dong Wen poetry meet is a grand gathering among Confucian cultivators; frankly, it doesn't involve the entire Dao Yi Sect or Qing Yun Sect.

Yu Mo and the others had no intention of attacking; although they weren't afraid of the two Qing Yun Sect ancestors, it would be pointless.

Seeing that, the two Qing Yun Sect ancestors were stunned, then their aura gradually subsided.

Seeing that their own ancestor had no intention to act, Qi Xiong didn't say anything, and Chen Qingyu naturally could only endure.

Afterward, the poetry meet was nothing special—aside from being a bit different from what was imagined, it went smoothly.

As expected, Wen Yuan Peak continued to suppress Dong Wen Xue Gong.

By dusk, Dong Wen Xue Gong had also prepared a banquet; the poetry meet wasn't just one day but would last several days.

As for the banquet, the Dao Yi Sect members clearly had no interest.

Yu Mo, Qi Xiong, Hong Zun and the others hurriedly took Ye Zhangqing away, and Mo Yun, seeing that, quickly followed.

"Third Senior Brother, Peak Master, this is …………."

Seeing that, a Wen Yuan Peak disciple curiously asked, while Shen Xian gave a casual reply.

"I guess they have something to discuss with the Sect Master; you guys go to the banquet, I won't go."

Shen Xian likewise had no interest in the banquet and hurriedly left the city.

Seeing Mo Yun and Shen Xian in a hurry, the Wen Yuan Peak disciples weren't stupid either; each wore a strange expression.

The Peak Master and Third Senior Brother must have some issue.

Not long after, a group of Wen Yuan Peak disciples also went together to Ling City.

We'll see what the Peak Master and Third Senior Brother are hiding from them.

At Dong Wen Xue Gong's banquet, not a single person from the Dao Yi Sect showed up; they all went outside the city.

Meanwhile, many Dao Yi Sect disciples who had waited all day finally got to eat.

Just seeing the Wen Yuan Peak disciples rushing in, the Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak disciples' expressions turned a little odd.

"Still couldn't keep it hidden."

"Nonsense, it definitely can't be hidden, but at least we can secure this meal."

"Senior Brother, that makes sense."

As the dry‑food crew grew larger, keeping it hidden became increasingly difficult.

All the Divine Sword Peak disciples clearly knew that this person would probably become more and more numerous.

So, facing the arrival of the Wen Yuan Peak disciples, the Divine Sword Peak disciples didn't feel too strange.

But after all, they were newcomers; they'd eat today's meal first and talk later.

At that moment, the Divine Sword Peak disciples enthusiastically went up to meet the Wen Yuan Peak disciples, smiling and saying.

"Junior Brothers, how did you come?"

"Oh, we saw that the Master and Third Senior Brother had something going on, so we followed; Senior Brother, do you know what happened?"

"Well, it's not easy to explain right now."

"Then Senior Brother, just give a brief explanation."

"Alright, Junior Brother, come with me; Senior Brother will explain."

The arrival of the Wen Yuan Peak disciples undoubtedly added to the difficulty of the dry‑food affair, but for now, dealing with them is still simple.

While chatting, these Wen Yuan Peak disciples had no guard at all, and the Divine Sword Peak disciples seized the chance, instantly attacking with various transformation techniques, directly subduing the Wen Yuan Peak disciples.

Faced with the sudden change, all the Wen Yuan Peak disciples were stunned and wondered.

"Senior Brother, what is this?"

"Some things you'll understand eventually, but today don't fight with Senior Brother over food—after all, even getting a bite isn't easy for him."

"Huh??"

They were secretly schemed against by the Divine Sword Peak disciples for no reason.

Afterward, upon smelling the aroma and seeing many disciples holding big bowls, gulping down their food, the Wen Yuan Peak disciples understood—everything became clear.

Not only was the aroma tempting, but just the stable taste made many disciples feel their cultivation had risen.

No wonder the Peak Master and Third Senior Brother had no interest in that banquet at all.

Compared to the food of Divine Sword Peak, the banquet at Dong Wen Xue Gong was simply garbage, utterly incomparable.

Having been schemed against, the Wen Yuan Peak disciples all shouted angrily in unison.

"Senior Brother, you're cheating."

"You schemed against me…………

"Damn, are we still fellow sect brothers? You're just messing with me like this?"

Caught off guard and taken down, now even finding a good spot is impossible.

Devious, utterly devious—how could the Divine Sword Peak disciples become so despicable? Don't you have any fellow‑sect affection at all? Damn, a whole sect, and you're scheming against me like this?

It's a pity that, facing the Wen Yuan Peak disciples' outcry, the Divine Sword Peak disciples paid no attention at all.

During the plain meal, anyone who doesn't talk about these frills is an opponent.

Over a meal, the Wen Yuan Peak disciples' eyes turned red with envy—they're not human, too inhuman, you guys.

Over the next few days, the poetry gathering continued as before; but what Chen Qingyu couldn't understand was the behavior of the Wen Yuan Peak people.

Qi Xiong and the others no longer appeared at the poetry gathering, while the Wen Yuan Peak disciples would leave as soon as it was mealtime.

Just like now, I was originally responding to the poem when the East Literature Palace's Inner Disciple spoke up, and we were waiting for Shen Xian to speak.

But suddenly, a disciple behind shouted.

「Holy shit.......... 」

Hearing that, Shen Xian's expression changed, and without hesitation he turned and left, leaving this East Literature Palace Inner Disciple baffled.

「Shen Xian, where are you going? We're not done yet. 」

「You won, you won. 」

「I............... 」

We've always wanted to suppress the Dao Yi Sect's Wen Yuan Peak, but now seeing Shen Xian so perfunctorily concede defeat and just run off without looking back, with many Wen Yuan Peak disciples closely following.

This East Literature Palace Inner Disciple has no joy of victory at all—what the hell do you mean? Are you looking down on me?

And the East Literature Palace's instructor, seeing Chen Qingyu's unpleasant expression, could only give an embarrassed smile.

「Hehe, Upper Sect, we finally won back a round; Wen Yuan Peak conceded. 」

However, Chen Qingyu gave him a cold glance—do you think I'm an idiot? How can this be called a win?

Anyone present with eyes can see that they simply don't want to deal with you.

This victory given as charity—how dare you bring it up?

However, watching Shen Xian and the Wen Yuan Peak disciples hurriedly leave, Chen Qingyu frowned—what the hell is the Dao Yi Sect up to? There's definitely a big problem.