Chapter 107: 107. Chapter 107

107. Chapter 107

Guan San is currently stroking the server; please complete your subscription to defeat him! She shrugged, "The struggle for the Dao Lineage is inherently a matter of life and death. If your skills are inferior to others, you deserve to die. When it comes down to it, this is not some personal grudge, but simply a bottom line that neither side can touch."

"Senior Sister Luo," Li Ke spoke up to interrupt the woman, frowning with some helplessness, "This is my class..."

"Don't say it like that, Junior Brother Li," the woman said, her feet resting on the desk swaying, "When they entered the sect, everyone was warned one by one that if they violated the sect rules, a Law Enforcement Elder would come to teach them how to behave. Isn't that exactly what I'm doing now?"

Atian understood; the short-haired woman with a scar on her face before her was the Elder Luo Li that Su Ying had mentioned, and also her future instructor.

Just as Li Ke curled his lip, Luo Li jumped up from her seat, her movements so fast that even Bai Tian, who had been staring at her, was startled.

"Hey, you little brats," Luo Li said viciously, stepping onto the desktop amidst the tearful expressions of the disciples beside her, "To fall for such a low-level trick—all of you, go back and reflect properly!"

This sentence meant she was chasing them away. Seeing that Li Ke did not speak to stop her, the terrified disciples vaguely understood that today's class was over, so they hurriedly packed their things and left the Classroom.

Atian followed beside Zhao Kuo, with Song Zhicheng behind them, who was scrambling to put on his shoes. Only when passing by Luo Li did she notice that the former had a thin-bladed sword tied to each side of her waist, which had been hidden under her wide robes while she was sitting.

"Junior Niece Bai Tian."

The slightly hoarse female voice interrupted Atian's observation. As soon as she looked up, she met Luo Li's eyes, which held a mocking smile. She was very tall; even among women, Atian could be considered tall, yet she was still a full head shorter than her.

Atian felt that if there truly were a woman in this world who could make one praise her from the bottom of their heart as "heroic and spirited," it would be someone like Luo Li.

"You have made a wise decision," the female Elder said in a low voice, "Suppressing your Sword and hiding its edge will drive you mad."

"Tomorrow morning, find me at the Martial Arts Arena."

Her hands holding Wanjie tightened in an instant. Atian nodded and followed the flow of people out of the room.

Strange to say, the stone-carved Jiaotu guarding the entrance of the Classroom was very shy. The moment it saw human figures, it rolled to the side and shivered. The disciples were used to it and walked around it, and occasionally, those with bad intentions would even jump over its head.

"Ah, I almost stopped breathing when I saw Senior Uncle Luo Li." Zhao Kuo patted his chest exaggeratedly, and even the Duanyue sword on his back twisted, as if it were also letting out a sigh of relief.

"Why?" Song Zhicheng wiped his hand, which had been picking his foot, on his clothes, "As soon as I saw Elder Luo, I knew she was a straightforward person!"

"Yeah, she's also very straightforward when she beats you up. She really beats you the moment she decides to, with no preamble," Zhao Kuo, who had been through it, agreed with narrowed eyes.

Atian was not that curious about Elder Luo Li's style of conduct; after all, she would experience it firsthand tomorrow. By comparison, the matter of Li Ke suddenly making trouble caught her attention more, "Senior Brother Zhao, today Junior Uncle Li Ke..."

"Shh!" Zhao Kuo covered Bai Tian's mouth with quick reflexes, looked around with a guilty conscience, and only breathed a sigh of relief after finding no one was paying attention, "My little auntie, this matter is too shameful. Can we go back to the room to talk about it?"

Having his dark history from his youth dug up was already bad enough, and the only consolation was that the room was filled with fellow practitioners who had been foolish together, so no one could look down on anyone else. Now that he had left the Classroom, he absolutely did not want anyone else to know about this!

As a young lady who could be called a model, Atian considered herself very reasonable. In the past, when the daughter of the county magistrate and the daughter of the scholar argued, she often "convinced people with reason." Taking care of Senior Brother Zhao Kuo's fragile self-esteem was not a big deal. At the very least, she had not seen anyone else in the Beihai Sword Sect who was specialized in housekeeping and willing to help her dry her clothes for free.

Therefore, monopolies are truly undesirable.

"This disgusting business of the Heartless Dao is most likely the work of the Fangxian Dao."

As soon as they returned to their own courtyard, Zhao Kuo busied himself preparing tea and snacks, being incredibly virtuous. His room was also spotless, enough to make Song Zhicheng, who had already turned his own room into a dog's nest, blush with shame.

However, such a high-level vocabulary as "blushing with shame" did not exist in a mountain bandit's dictionary. He just took off his shoes in a grand manner, sat cross-legged on the rattan chair, and swung his feet.

"When I was still a mountain king, I also heard of the Fangxian Dao," he touched his chin, "It is said that the entire south belongs to them; they are surrounded by followers and are very imposing."

"Those are all branches; the main sect of the Fangxian Dao is still very low-key," even though he had almost been tricked, Zhao Kuo still said a fair word, "The situation of the Fangxian Dao is very complicated. Don't look at them as the head of the Four Great Immortal Sects now; in fact, the inside has long been in chaos."

Atian looked solemn while sweeping away the food on the table.

Zhao Kuo, who drew a sense of presence from the curious eyes of his Junior Brothers and Sisters, immediately forgot his previous embarrassment, "When I was a child, I followed my master to the Fangxian Dao. They are the Danding Sect among the Dharma Cultivators. The disciples of the direct lineage do not go out all year round; they just refine pills in their caves. Over time, relying on the temptation of pills, many errand-runners gathered around them, and the Fangxian Dao was able to grow because of this."

"The branches in the Fangxian Dao now, such as Instrument Cultivators, Spirit Cultivators, and the like, were all formed after the outsiders who attached themselves to the sect in those years multiplied and grew. It's just that as time went on, they no longer respected the direct lineage of the Fangxian Dao like their predecessors did, and each had their own little schemes."

"I get it, I get it," Song Zhicheng picked his foot, "It's just the servants bullying their masters."

Atian had to admit that Song Zhicheng was still very good at hitting the nail on the head.

Zhao Kuo rubbed the teacup with his palm, thinking that although his own sect used all sorts of tricks to get votes, the fellow disciples got along harmoniously. Unlike the Fangxian Dao, which was full of factions, he couldn't help but sigh, "There are benefits to having fewer people, too."

The awkwardness of the Beihai Sword Sect was that even if they wanted to have some internal strife to spice up their lives, they might not even be able to gather enough people.

While the disciples were chattering about the "Fangxian Dao" over there, the Elders over here were not much more refined.

After chasing away a room full of disciples, Luo Li dragged a cushion and sat beside Li Ke, humming a little tune and tapping her leg with her hand. She sang terribly, not only off-key but also tone-deaf, yet she didn't feel it at all and shamelessly leaned under Li Ke's nose to annoy him.

"Senior Sister Luo, did you go to Luofu Mountain?" Li Ke's nose twitched when Luo Li leaned close to him, and he showed an expression of disgust as if he had smelled something unpleasant.

"Otherwise?" Luo Li stopped humming and raised her eyebrows, "To stir up trouble at the head of my Beihai Sword Sect—not smashing their broken door directly was me giving Wei Sheren face."

Wei Sheren, the Sect Master of the Fangxian Dao, the number one Dan Cultivator of the Yuanguang Continent, and also a well-known "good guy" in the cultivation world.

"This matter cannot be the work of Wei Sheren." Li Ke's tone was very firm. The cultivation world emphasizes Life Dual Cultivation; only when one's temperament meets the standard can one's cultivation soar.

"Anyway, it must have been done by those branches of theirs," Luo Li sneered, "The Fangxian Dao has been made foul by those guys over the years. Wei Sheren is also unlucky; clearly the Sect Master, yet I heard his words can't even get out of the main peak."

"The Fangxian Dao has taken too many shortcuts over the years; it is expected that they will be backlashed," Li Ke covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed a few times, "If Wei Sheren can cut off his arm to save his life, the Fangxian Dao still has a chance of coming back to life."

Luo Li smiled upon hearing this, the scar on her face revealing a bit of sharpness. She was not a beauty in the traditional sense, but she had her own style. She took a letter from her bosom and handed it to Li Ke, "If Wei Sheren is unwilling to cut off his arm, Junior Brother, you might as well help him."

Li Ke understood her implication and his eyes widened slightly. He took the letter and unfolded it, seeing a dragon-flying-phoenix-dancing character "Talk" on it.

"The meaning of the Grandmaster is that for this year's Qingtan Assembly, you will go with him."

"Talk, talk..." A flush appeared on Li Ke's pale face, "Grandmaster doesn't want to talk with his mouth anymore, then. It's just that I haven't left the sect for a long time; I don't know how many people in this world still remember me, Li Ke."

"So what?" Luo Li smiled dismissively, "Destroying our foundation, sullying our Dao Lineage—this is riding on our heads, so don't blame others for opening a dye house. Everyone says my Beihai Sword Sect produces madmen; I'm afraid they haven't seen what we look like when we're truly mad."

"Before I raise the little madman, you, the old madman, will have to work hard for now."

She thought carelessly, fully immersing herself in the perception of the surrounding environment. The power in her body gradually gathered at her eyes, mouth, and nose. With the injection of power and the concentration of her spirit, the scene around her was gradually outlined in her mind.

This was a place similar to an underground karst cave, empty and vast, with only hanging stalactites and sporadically distributed stalagmites as monotonous decorations. She continued to expand her perception range, sneaking toward the position where "that thing" was sitting, but she gained nothing—the place she originally thought it was in was empty.

Atian immediately retracted her perception, and then discovered that directly behind her, a monster with a human face, beast body, dog ears, and two green snakes wrapped around it was silently opening its mouth full of layers of sharp teeth behind her. Without thinking, she thrust her sword backhanded. The sharp blade rubbed against the sharp teeth, making a sound that made one's scalp tingle, and foul-smelling liquid gushed out, permeating under her feet.

She turned around and stepped on the monster's lower jaw, kicking it away. The latter smashed into a nearby stalactite, its four hooves digging into the ground, struggling violently in silence. Atian walked in front of it, stepped on its shoulder, and thrust her sword through its crown in one go.