Chapter 87: 87. Chapter 87

87. Chapter 87

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"Don't say that, Junior Brother Li," the woman said, her feet resting on the table swaying back and forth. "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 right 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 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 on yourselves!"

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

Atian followed beside Zhao Kuo, with Song Zhicheng behind them, scrambling to put on his shoes. 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. "Suppressing your Sword and hiding its edge will only drive you crazy."

"Tomorrow morning, come to the Martial Arts Arena to find me."

Holding Wanjie, her hands 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 Classroom door was very shy. The moment it saw people, 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 Elder Luo Li," Zhao Kuo said, patting his chest exaggeratedly. Even Duanyue, which he carried on his back, twisted, seemingly letting out a sigh of relief as well.

"Why?" Song Zhicheng rubbed his hand, which had just been picking at his foot, against 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 just beats you without any preamble," Zhao Kuo, who had been through it, said with squinted eyes in agreement.

Atian was not that curious about Elder Luo Li's style of doing things, as she would be experiencing it firsthand tomorrow. By comparison, Li Ke's sudden outburst caught her attention more. "Senior Brother Zhao, today, Junior Uncle Li he..."

"Shh!" Zhao Kuo covered Bai Tian's mouth with quick reflexes. He looked around guiltily, and only after discovering no one was paying attention did he let out a sigh of relief. "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. The only consolation was that the room was filled with fellow disciples who had been just as foolish, 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 are truly undesirable.

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

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

However, a high-level vocabulary like "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 had heard of the Fangxian Way," he said, rubbing his chin. "It is said that the entire south belongs to them; they are surrounded by followers and are very grand."

"Those are all branches; the main sect of the Fangxian Way is still very low-key," even though he had almost been tricked, Zhao Kuo still spoke fairly. "The situation of the Fangxian Way is very complicated. Don't look at how they are still the head of the Four Great Immortal Sects; in fact, the interior has long been in chaos."

Atian looked solemn while sweeping through 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 earlier embarrassment. "When I was a child, I followed my master to the Fangxian Way. They are the Pill Cauldron Sect among the Dharma Cultivators. The disciples of the direct line rarely 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 Way was able to grow because of this."

"The branches in the Fangxian Way now, such as Instrument Cultivators and Spirit Cultivators, 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 line of the Fangxian Way like their predecessors did, and each had their own little schemes."

"I get it, I get it," Song Zhicheng said, picking at 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 had exhausted all kinds of tricks to get votes, the fellow disciples got along harmoniously. Unlike the Fangxian Way with its many factions, he couldn't help but sigh, "There are benefits to having fewer people."

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 be able to gather enough people.

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

After driving away a room full of disciples, Luo Li casually dragged a meditation cushion and sat beside Li Ke, humming a little tune and tapping her leg to the beat. 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 in, as if he had smelled something unpleasant, and he revealed an expression of disgust.

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

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

"This matter could not have been done by 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 have been done by those branches of theirs," Luo Li sneered. "The Fangxian Way 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 Way has taken too many shortcuts over the years; it is expected that they will be backlashed," Li Ke said, covering his mouth with a handkerchief and coughing a few times. "If Wei Sheren can cut off the arm to save the body, the Fangxian Way 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 the arm to save the body, 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, only to see a flamboyant "Discuss" character written on it.

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

"Qingtan, Qingtan..." A flush appeared on Li Ke's pale face. "The Grandmaster doesn't want to 'discuss' 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 sullying the Dao Lineage—this is already riding on our heads, so don't blame others for opening a dye house. Everyone says that my Beihai Sword Sect produces lunatics; I'm afraid they haven't seen what we look like when we truly go crazy."

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

Life Dual Cultivation: temperament comes first, lifespan comes second. To push open the Immortal Gate, one must accept an imperfect self, or even one full of dark history and shortcomings.

If the morning was a test of the waters, the afternoon was a precision strike.

Li Ke knew the embarrassing stories of these disciples who grew up in the sect like the back of his hand. Every sentence could quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly poke the most painful point of the other party, and the Classroom was suddenly filled with wails.

Zhao Kuo's explanation for this was: "Elder Li cannot easily leave the sect because of his Sick Sword; it is hard for him too."

Atian nodded in understanding: It's just because he's bored.

By the time the day's lessons were over, except for Bai Tian and Song Zhicheng, the two bystanders, even Zhao Kuo had not escaped Li Ke's poisonous hands and had been struck until he was battered and exhausted.

When announcing that it was over for the day, Li Ke smacked his lips as if still unsatisfied, and even his pale complexion flushed with a bit of a glow. His meaningful gaze swept over Song Zhicheng, making the latter's hair stand on end.