Chapter 21

It's Miss Mu Qingrou!

Mu Qingrou deliberately dressed up today, her makeup exquisite, her posture flamboyant, proud as a peacock.

Mu Qingrou stood on the corridor in front of Wuji Hall, looking down at Ye Qingran from the nine-level Green Stone Stone Steps.

That day, at the Trading Market, Ye Qingran tricked her into spending four hundred thousand taels of gold on a broken stone; she bore a grudge, so she deliberately lured Ye Qingran to attend the Azure Cloud Gathering.

I never expected that idiot Ye Qingran would actually come!

Then don't blame her for being impolite!

"Ye Qingran, as a descendant of the Female War God, how can you not know the rules of Wuji Hall? Wuji Hall was founded for cultivators, and the Azure Cloud Gathering is open only to cultivators. When did it become your turn, a useless waste who cannot cultivate, to come and go as you please?"

Mu Qingrou sneered contemptuously: "Do you think it's still like before, with your mother protecting you? A mere waste, daring to shout that the Seventh Prince should scram? I think the one who should scram is you!"

Mu Qingrou was utterly impolite, not taking Ye Qingran seriously at all.

Some people around also chimed in, shouting for Ye Qingran to scram and not pollute the cultivators' holy ground.

Ye Sisi instantly felt relieved, the pent-up gloom in her heart dissipating greatly.

Ye Qingran, let's see how you break out of this predicament this time!

"Mu Qingrou, when did it become your turn to act high and mighty in Wuji Hall?" Ye Li stood with his hands behind his back, his face cold and stern as he gazed at Mu Qingrou.

Mu Qingrou glanced at Ye Li, her attitude much improved: "Oh, it's Master Ye Li. Now Wuji Hall is under the control of my Mu Family; as a Miss of the Mu Family, I naturally have this authority. Besides, Ye Qingran lacks ability, so it's no wonder others blame her."

Exactly, Miss Mu is just carrying out her duties impartially. If some people are wastes, they should honestly go where they belong, not come to Wuji Hall to embarrass themselves.

The speaker was Zhao Yan, who had come out from inside Wuji Hall.

The people present also voiced their approval, feeling that Mu Qingrou's actions were not wrong.

"Carrying out duties impartially?"

Ye Qingran snorted.

"Believing rumors at will and then smearing me as a waste—is that what the Mu Family calls impartial duty? As the saying goes, rumors end with the wise, but with Miss Mu, rumors are not only not banned, they grow worse. I cannot help but doubt whether the Mu Family has the ability and magnanimity to oversee Wuji Hall."

Faced with countless doubts, even harsh insults and merciless expulsions, Ye Qingran maintained a composure far beyond ordinary people from start to finish.

That fearlessness in the face of danger left many people astonished.

Ye Li stared blankly at the radiant woman before him; childhood memories flashed through his mind, giving him a feeling as if he had crossed worlds.

In these years of his absence, she seems to have grown a great deal.

He almost couldn't recognize her.

Is this still the little girl who used to burst into tears at the slightest trouble?

He faintly saw the bearing of his former mentor!

Mu Qingrou's expression shifted slightly.

This damned Ye Qingran, does she want to die? She dares to doubt the Mu Family's ability to oversee Wuji Hall!

"What do you mean rumors end with the wise? The fact that you're a waste is known to everyone in Xiliang City—does that count as a rumor?"

"Whether it's a rumor isn't up to your mouth alone. Since you don't think I'm qualified to enter Wuji Hall, how about we settle this with our fists?"

Ye Qingran spoke leisurely.

Mu Qingrou seemed to have heard the biggest joke: "Did I hear right? You, a waste, actually dream of sparring with me? Are you worthy?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

As the Second Miss of the Mu Family, Mu Qingrou possesses outstanding talent and, at a young age, has already reached the Xuan King realm. As for Ye Qingran, her Spiritual Root was dug out, leaving her without even the qualification to fight Mu Qingrou.

"Cut the nonsense—just tell me, do you dare?"

Before Mu Qingrou could answer, Dongfang Xuan interjected, "Ye Qingran, you really have a big mouth!"

Ye Qingran glanced at him and said, "You and she together, so I won't be accused of bullying."

What?

The Seventh Prince and Mu Qingrou together?

Has Ye Qingran gone mad?

Ye Sisi bit her lip, looking troubled: "Sister, I know you're unwilling, but you… how can you be a match for the Seventh Prince and Miss Mu?"

Ye Qingran gave her a faint glance: "If I hear you speak again, believe it or not, I'll pull out your tongue."

Ye Sisi gritted her teeth in hatred.

She thought gleefully, "You idiot, just wait and see how you'll make a fool of yourself!"

Mu Qingrou looked at Ye Qingran, smiling brightly: "Ye Qingran, are you sure?"

"This is the best way to prove whether I'm a waste, isn't it?"

Mu Qingrou rarely expressed agreement: "That's also true."

"Alright. You and Dongfang Xuan come up together; if you lose, you scram; if you win, you kneel to apologize to me and say, 'Ye Qingran's grandfather, we were blind to look down on you; may your exalted self not hold our petty faults against us.'"

The crowd: "......"

This Ye Qingran is getting more and more full of herself!

Mu Qingrou's and Dongfang Xuan's faces both darkened.

Mu Qingrou shouted sternly: "It's what you said, but if you lose, you must scram out of Xiliang City and never appear before us again!"

Ye Qingran lifted her eyelids: "No problem."

Han Xing Leng Yue glanced coldly at all this, a chill emanating from her whole body.

A bunch of clueless idiots—indeed, if heaven offers a path you don't take it, and if hell has no gate you barge in!

"Miss Mu, just stand aside and watch; to deal with this sort of waste, one hand is enough." Dongfang Xuan stepped forward like a true gentleman, his handsome face full of confidence.

At that moment, the crowd before Wuji Hall's gate retreated to the surroundings, leaving an open space.

Such a great commotion attracted everyone's attention.

Those who came today to attend the gathering were nearly all present, and they were all prominent figures.

I heard Ye Qingran is going to challenge Dongfang Xuan and Mu Qingrou at the same time, and they all broke into mocking smiles.

Ye Qingran's reputation as a waste—who doesn't know it?

There's no doubt—she's definitely going to lose!

At that moment, in a private box on the second floor to the right of the entrance of Wuji Hall, a young master in white sat by the window, sunlight bathing his face; his jade‑like skin was almost translucent, exuding a faint sickly pallor.

"Your Highness, Ye Qingran truly knows no limits," the attendant beside him whispered.

"Do you think she'll lose?"

"Of course."

"Unfortunately, I think she'll win."

The attendant was startled, "Why?"

The young master smiled without replying, his entire being radiating a jade‑like elegance.