Chapter 127: 127. Chapter 127

127. Chapter 127

Guan San was 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, you deserve to die. When it comes down to it, this isn't some personal grudge, but simply a bottom line that neither side can touch."

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

"Don't say that, Junior Brother Li," the woman said, her feet resting on the desk swaying, "Everyone was warned one by one when they entered the sect; if they violate the sect rules, a Law Enforcement Elder will 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 Elder Luo Li, whom Su Ying had mentioned, and also her future instructor.

Just as Li Ke curled his lip, Luo Li suddenly 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 tabletop 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 behind Zhao Kuo, with Song Zhicheng behind her, busy putting on his shoes in a flurry. As she passed by Luo Li, she noticed that the latter had a thin-bladed long Sword tied to each side of her waist, which had been hidden under her wide robes while she was sitting.

"Junior Niece Bai Tian."

A slightly hoarse female voice interrupted Atian's observation. As soon as she looked up, she met Luo Li's half-smiling eyes. She was very tall; even though Atian was considered tall among women, she was still a full half-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 one's heart as "heroic and spirited," it would be someone like Luo Li.

"You made a wise decision," the female Elder said in a low voice, "Nurturing the 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 jump over its head.

"Ah, I almost stopped breathing when I saw Senior Aunt Luo," Zhao Kuo said, patting his chest exaggeratedly. Even the Duanyue strapped to his back twisted, as if it were also letting out a sigh of relief.

"Why?" Song Zhicheng rubbed his hand, which had just been picking his foot, against his clothes, "I knew Elder Luo was a straightforward person the moment I saw her!"

"Yeah, she's also very straightforward when she beats you up. She really just hits you without any prelude," Zhao Kuo, who had been through it, agreed with narrowed eyes.

Atian was not that curious about Elder Luo Li's style of doing things, 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 hands and eyes, looking around guiltily. Only after realizing no one was paying attention did he heave a sigh of relief, "My little ancestor, this matter is too shameful. Can we talk about it back in the room?"

Having his dark history from his youth dug up was bad enough; the only consolation was that the room was full of fellow disciples 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 model young lady of good breeding, Atian considered herself very reasonable. In the past, when the daughter of the county magistrate and the daughter of a scholar argued, she often "convinced people with reason." Taking care of Senior Brother Zhao Kuo's fragile self-esteem was no big deal. At the very least, she hadn't seen anyone else in the Beihai Sword Sect who was specialized in housekeeping and willing to help her dry her clothes for free.

So, monopolies really are no good.

"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, incredibly virtuous. His room was also spotless, enough to make Song Zhicheng, who had turned his own room into a pigsty, blush with shame.

However, such a high-level vocabulary as "blushing with shame" did not exist in a mountain bandit's dictionary. He only 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 had heard of the Fangxian Dao," he stroked 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 spoke 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 interior has long been in chaos."

Atian looked grave while sweeping the food on the table.

Zhao Kuo, drawing a sense of presence from the curious eyes of his Junior Brothers and Sisters, immediately forgot his previous embarrassment, "I followed my master to the Fangxian Dao when I was a child. They are the Danding Sect among the Dharma Cultivators. The disciples of the direct lineage rarely go out, spending their time refining 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 outsiders who attached themselves to the sect grew and multiplied. But as time went by, they no longer respected the direct lineage of the Fangxian Dao like their predecessors did, and each had their own hidden agenda."

"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 very good at hitting the nail on the head.

Zhao Kuo rubbed the teacup with his palm, thinking that although his own sect went to great lengths 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 advantages to having fewer people."

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

While the disciples were chattering about the "Fangxian Dao" over there, the Elders over here were no more refined.

After driving 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 realize 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; he looked as if he had smelled something disgusting and showed an expression of revulsion.

"Otherwise?" Luo Li stopped humming and raised her eyebrows, "To stir up trouble at the doorstep of my Beihai Sword Sect—not smashing their broken gate 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.

"In any case, it must be those branches of theirs that did it," Luo Li sneered, "The Fangxian Dao has been made a mess by those guys over the years. Wei Sheren is also unlucky; clearly the Sect Master, yet I heard that his words can't even leave 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 could cut off his arm to save his life, the Fangxian Dao might still have 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 the implication of her words and his eyes widened slightly. He took the letter and unfolded it, seeing a flamboyant "Talk" character written on it.

"Senior Brother Grandmaster means that for this year's Qingtan Assembly, you will go with him."

"Talk, talk..." A flush appeared on Li Ke's pale face, "Senior Brother 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 foundations and tainting the Dao Lineage—this is already riding on our heads, so don't blame others for being ruthless. Everyone says my Beihai Sword Sect is full of lunatics; I'm afraid they haven't seen what we look like when we're truly crazy."

"Before I raise the little lunatic, you, the old lunatic, will have to work hard."

Unable to sleep any longer, Atian lifted the quilt and got out of bed, changed into the sect attire prepared last night, and washed up simply. She hesitated for a moment in front of the vanity, facing the box of jewelry Lady Bai had prepared, but resolutely closed the lid.

She hadn't forgotten the one that sank to the bottom of the sea.

Applying a bit of lip rouge to her lips, Atian stood up and warmed up. The moon-white dress given by Guo Huai was soft and fit well; she felt she could easily perform a roundhouse kick.

After washing up, she could go out.

She tentatively pushed open the door, and then she knew where the rumbling sound that woke her up came from.

The Beihai Sword Sect had a total of 1,306 people. Excluding the five Elders, including Sect Master Duan Xuan, there were a total of 1,301 disciples. Among these disciples, subtracting Bai Xinli, who was in seclusion all year round, and also excluding those who were out training, there were hundreds living in this courtyard alone.

When Atian returned last night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, so she naturally didn't feel anything. Once it was early morning, the presence of these disciples became apparent.

One moon-white figure after another jumped down along the hill-like courtyard. Amidst the overlapping footsteps, various greetings were mixed in—Senior Brother, Senior Sister, Junior Brother... respectful titles and names rang out in a chorus, and occasionally a "Junior Uncle" was mixed in, after all, the first floor was Guo Huai's territory.