Chapter 136: Senior Sister Disciples

Ling'er, having lowered her status, stepped lightly into the inn, as if she had smelled something; she slightly disdainfully covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, then fanned her nostrils.

She just wanted to do this for Su Chen to see.

She could no longer grasp a man's thoughts.

She wasn't the type willing to endure hard days with Su Chen; even if she had to temporarily suffer a few tough days, she had to show her nobility in the details.

Only then would Su Chen keep it in mind and later treat her well.

Su Chen: "……"

All the sect disciples: "……"

Too extreme.

The Holy Maiden Liu isn't afraid of mosquitoes even when staying in a ruined temple, sleeping peacefully without complaining; this woman, staying at an inn, puts on a look of being wronged and mistreated, and the most absurd part is that she actually wants all the sect disciples to come greet her.

Su Chen glanced coldly at Ling'er, smirking: "What's your status? On what grounds do you demand my people to fetch you?"

"I brought you to the inn to make you see yourself clearly, not to acknowledge this engagement! My fiancée and I are very close; even if you were a thousand of you bound together, you still couldn't compare to her."

Hearing Su Chen's near-heartless words, Ling'er's face turned deathly pale.

Beside him, the Chu family head frowned slightly, his eyes hinting at dissatisfaction.

What madness is Su Chen exhibiting?

Even if what he says is true, he's bringing his fiancée along!

Even if he's really trying to set himself up as a devoted person, there's no need to be so affected; clearly he's eager to marry Ling'er right away, so why slander her purity?

What's even more heartbreaking is that he actually said something like 'even a thousand Ling'ers bound together couldn't compare…' Do you have the conscience to say such a thing?

"You, what are you saying?"

Ling'er pouted her little lips, feeling wronged, and angrily glared at Su Chen: "Although I know you're saying one thing but meaning another, I'll still be hurt; my hurt can't be soothed by a couple of sweet words."

"Aren't you bringing your fiancée? Where is she now? I want to see her right now—I want to see just how good the person you praise to the heavens really is."

Su Chen saw jealousy ignite in Ling'er's eyes.

Seeing her eyes burn with the desire to anticipate a slap in the face.

Although it's unclear who gave her such confidence, she firmly believed she would misjudge him at first sight and be with him forever; after he repeatedly rejected her, she now demands to see his fiancée, seemingly trying to force Liu Liyan to yield.

Since she wants that, how could Su Chen possibly not satisfy her?

A mighty group of cultivators went upstairs, heading toward the inn's heavenly-character large private room.

"Bang bang bang…"

Zixia and the others, sensing the approaching familiar aura with their divine sense, were terrified to the point of almost bursting their livers and gallbladders, nearly fleeing by breaking the window and flying away on their swords.

Fortunately, the steadfast Qingxia stopped her; having experienced such scenes several times in Yunhai City, she was completely unfazed—after all, as long as you act panicked convincingly, even an assassin can become a guest.

"Don't speak nonsense later, remember."

"Come, spread out and stand in two rows."

"Here, right away."

"Creak——"

As the private room's door was opened,

Su Chen's voice immediately rang out: "Liyan, I'm back."

"Is this the Holy Maiden's private room? Would Ling'er's entering like this be offensive?"

Two voices came from outside the door.

Then,

Having long imagined making Liu Liyan realize the vastness of heaven and earth and the difficulty of retreat, Ling'er, still believing she must maintain her perfect posture, puffed out her chest, rubbed her bosom, and walked in with a peach-blossom face.

Head high, chest out, walking her unique mysterious step, full of self-confidence; she didn't know how many times she'd practiced this demeanor before a bronze mirror, but she was certain that from any angle, she would stun everyone.

Ling'er was certain.

If the Holy Maiden Liu were truly seated inside, just catching a glimpse of her would surely make her feel ashamed, and lifting her eyes to look at her even for a moment would leave her frozen in place.

Ling'er had just slowly lifted her eyes, not yet having time to pull a smile at the corner of her mouth.

Then a pleasant, clear female voice rang out, sounding like dozens of voices in unison: "I, the young lady, pay my respects to Young Sect Master Su."

……

The words fell.

In an instant, the entire private room fell dead silent, not a sparrow stirring.

The atmosphere inside the inn solidified to a critical point.

All three parties looked bewildered.

What did Su Chen see from his perspective?

In his eyes reflected rows of young female cultivators, each with flower-like beauty, graceful demeanor, slender figures, peach-blossom faces, lowered brows and downcast eyes; a dozen or so stood in two rows, neatly and uniformly saluting him.

"……" This, this…

Could it be that his way of appearing is wrong?

Or did he enter the wrong private room?

But he had booked the whole inn; it's impossible to have taken the wrong room.

But who could explain to him what's going on before his eyes?

What on earth is the situation with these suddenly appearing dozen or so lovely female cultivators? He wasn't even planning to wash his feet.

"Slap!"

A hairpin fell to the ground.

In his pupils reflected were rows of slender women, their attire similar; they were likely either sword attendants or maidservants.

But the question is, whose maidservant or chief sword attendant could be this gorgeous? Even compared to her, the number one beauty of Xuancheng, they are not lacking; whose subordinates are they? Could they be here for a beauty pageant?

His gaze swept over more than a dozen young female cultivators, and Ling Er's eyes were instantly drawn to that pale blue in the center.

The aloof and arrogant Liu Liyan sat there.

Feeling Ling Er's scrutinizing gaze, Liu Liyan lifted her eyes, glanced over, her pupils like stars, her look shining.

Seeing this, Ling Er's face turned pale instantly.

Ice‑skin and jade‑bone, her skin watery and supple, as if it could be broken by a breath, smooth as congealed fat, her features like a heavenly masterpiece, without a single flaw. At this moment, Ling Er involuntarily thought of a few words: 'A beauty in the north, peerless and independent.'

Just who… is she?

"What's going on with Liyan? They are…"

Liu Liyan restrained her aura and Ling Er's gaze, then lunged into Su Chen's embrace, leaning against him and chuckling: "A Chen, they used to be my senior sisters, and they came specially to see you."

Senior sisters?

Su Chen gave them a complicated glance, wondering whether these dozen or so senior sisters had arranged this in advance.

It looks like they all come from the same sect.

Su Chen reached out and rubbed Liu Liyan's head, feeling somewhat emotional as he looked at Zixia and the others: "I see now; I initially thought I had entered the wrong private room."

"Please don't take offense, Young Sect Master Su; we didn't mean to be so abrupt. It's Senior Sister Liu who has been praising you in our ears, so we got curious and on a whim decided to come see you in person."

"Now that we've seen you, you're even better than we imagined."

"With a dao companion like you, Holy Maiden Senior Sister, we junior sisters are genuinely happy for her."