Chapter 344: Internal Conflict Within Mount Wutong

Watching the eldest senior sister stand motionless in place.

True Person Qingfeng sighed, then descended from the air, nodding politely toward Jiang Qiulan: "Miss, this way, please."

"Much obliged."

Jiang Qiulan nodded slightly and followed the other person down the mountain.

Only when they reached the foot of the mountain did Qingfeng sneak a glance upward, transmitting his voice: "Ignore her; she's just a mad old woman. She always feels she is the master's only true disciple, clutching that token all day long, flaunting her authority as the eldest senior sister."

"Calm your mind later. Whatever the master asks you, just speak plainly. She wasn't scolding you just now; she was merely saving a bit of face for that mad old woman."

Upon saying this, Qingfeng smiled encouragingly.

Jiang Qiulan was stunned for a moment, not yet having time to reply, when she suddenly sensed another spiritual pressure wave sweeping down from the peak, ruthlessly slamming onto the young man.

"Pfft!"

True Person Qingfeng's entire body was sent flying sideways.

Several deep gashes appeared on his body.

"Ouch..."

Lying on the ground for a moment, he finally climbed up, teeth bared in a grimace.

Although his cultivation was extremely close to the late stage of Soul Transformation, facing that spiritual pressure, the outcome was exactly the same as Jiang Qiulan's.

He glared resentfully toward the peak, his expression of daring to be angry but not to speak appearing deeply aggrieved.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Qingfeng flicked his sleeves and limped toward a secluded path at the mountain's foot.

Only after entering the mountain's interior through that secluded path.

Did he finally breathe a sigh of relief, stomping his foot in anger: "Once Zhu Shixiong Nie breaks through to the perfection of Soul Transformation, he will definitely restore my face! To beat me right in front of my disciple—just you wait and see!"

"..."

Jiang Qiulan followed silently behind him.

The more she interacted with them, the more she discovered that the people of Mount Wutong all had such strange personalities; there was hardly a normal one among them.

True Person Qingfeng, with such a realm, would be a force guarding the Nine Provinces in Great Qian.

Yet on this mountain, he still retained a touch of childishness.

Leading Jiang Qiulan to a cave resembling a mountain waterfall, True Person Qingfeng stopped: "It is inconvenient for me to enter; you go in yourself."

Having said that, he withdrew promptly and cleanly.

Jiang Qiulan nodded in thanks, then slowly walked inside.

Amidst the crisp sound of water, a clear pool appeared before her eyes, with a lotus-shaped stone platform in the pool.

In the center of the stone platform, a woman in thin gauze, her black hair reaching her hips, sat quietly against the lotus seat. Her face was incomparably beautiful, her skin tender and tight, appearing very young, yet her demeanor radiated a distinctly mature charm.

Jiang Qiulan was momentarily dazed.

Instinctively, she looked around.

She could not connect the person before her with Shenxu Laozu of Mount Wutong; she was not even remotely like the voice that had come from the token earlier.

This glance revealed something significant.

The surroundings were filled with some kind of withered spiritual branches, like countless sharp claws protruding from the stone walls.

"I wanted to transplant some Age Trees here, but unfortunately, all attempts failed."

The woman shook her head with a light laugh: "No need to be too surprised. It is only this state that allows me to temporarily forget that my lifespan is nearly exhausted. These past years, thank you for your efforts, Great Qian."

Speaking thus, she waved her hand slightly.

The cultivation technique in Jiang Qiulan's hand flew out, landing in her palm.

"Rest assured, I do not care how that nominal disciple died, nor how you obtained this technique, just as I will not care in the future how you die."

"I only care how long I can live."

"So becoming my disciple is not necessarily a good thing. Of course, if we take a liking to each other, it is not as difficult as the rumors outside claim."

The woman put away the scroll of the Divine Thunder Sword Art of the True Heavens, leaned back again, and gently raised her index finger to her lips: "When I take disciples, I prefer those with strange personalities. With the Dao and arts lost, I believe only the obsessed can find a way out."

"Nie Jun has a heavy killing nature, Yu Chaoan has a pure heart, Tong Xinchuan's methods are poisonous, Qingfeng is cowardly, and Master Lingxi is foolish enough..."

"And you, you seem a bit arrogant. Although they are all arrogant, you are different; you truly do not hold us in your eyes, with no reverence in your heart."

Jiang Qiulan listened silently to the woman's words.

The woman slowly closed her eyes; she was very curious about the reason for the other's actions, which was why she had ordered someone to bring her in.

Now that she had truly seen it once, she realized Jiang Qiulan was not merely forcing herself.

This made the woman's curiosity grow even stronger.

"Sit for a while. Once Master Lingxi's anger subsides, find a quiet place yourself to build a wooden hut."

From start to finish, the woman gave Jiang Qiulan no chance to speak, falling once again into a light doze.

Seeing this, Jiang Qiulan calmly found a comfortable spot and sat down.

Just then, atop the peak.

True Person Master Lingxi coldly watched the young man returning leisurely: "..."

True Person Qingfeng hurriedly quickened his pace, fleeing behind Nie Jun, and at the same time shoved Tang Yuan, who was hiding behind him: "Cowardly wretch! Truly embarrassing your master!"

"That's enough."

Nie Jun finally extended his hand to summon the dark sword into his palm: "When she comes out later, have her come see me; I have something to ask."

"What if I don't let her come looking for you?"

True Person Master Lingxi narrowed her eyes slightly, speaking in a cold voice.

Hearing this, Nie Jun casually spun a sword flourish, pointing the blade diagonally toward his senior sister, raising an eyebrow: "Try it?"

Watching the two face off.

A sinister smile traced the corners of Tongxin Chuan's lips; her fingers twitched slightly, pinching a thread of golden silk.

The Eldest Jiang Shijie's realm was higher, yet she still could not grasp any trace of the Dao Palace.

Nie Jun had not yet broken through to the perfect realm, yet the Purple Thunder Divine Sword Palace had vaguely taken shape; the two were evenly matched.

Wait and see who falls behind, then I'll seize the chance to lash out with a cold whip.

"Tsk, tsk."

Qingfeng poked his head out curiously; could it be that they would truly fight today?

But it was normal.

When Master fell into trouble back then, a farmer took him in; after his body was restored, he simply took that farmer's daughter as a disciple.

The Eldest Jiang Shijie had grown up following Master, deeply favored and spoiled, regarding this group of senior and junior brothers and sisters as mere juniors.

Yet her strength was easily caught up to by Zhu Shixiong Nie.

Today, even the only thing maintaining her pride was provoked by Jiang Qiulan; who knows, she might truly throw a massive fit.

"All of you, curb your tempers."

Yu Chaoan finally woke up, leaping out of the wooden hut: "The other senior brothers and sisters are still busy at the Thousand Demon Cave; you should be cultivating well, yet here you are starting internal strife."

"What were you doing just now?" Tongxin Chuan, seeing the tense atmosphere she had built interrupted, glanced over in displeasure.

"Sleeping... no, I'm injured!"

Seeing everyone look at him, Yu Chaoan felt speechless: "Fine, fine, I'll make another trip to the Thousand Demon Cave right now. But don't forget, Master put you under house arrest not to let you relax, but to prevent the You Tail from bringing a host of Demon Emperors out to retaliate later. If you truly injure yourselves over some boring matters, just wait and see how Master deals with you then."

Bang!

Watching the Eldest Jiang Shijie storm into the room and slam the door, Yu Chaoan rolled his eyes and rode a cloud toward the Thousand Demon Cave.

(End of this chapter)