Chapter 234: Leaving the Phantom Moon Sect

In the crowd, a beautiful maiden took light lotus steps and walked out slowly.

That beautiful maiden wore a moon-white gauze dress, its hem swaying gently in the wind, like a blooming blue lotus.

Her willow eyebrows were curved like a crescent moon.

Her almond eyes glimmered, with flowing light.

Her skin surpassed snow, glowing with a soft halo in the sunlight.

In her every gesture, a lively aura naturally emanated—she was Nangong Lingling of the Phantom Moon Sect.

At this moment, she unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt, her lotus feet lightly touching the ground as she walked toward Lin Yang.

Her cheeks had unbeknownst to her taken on a flush of crimson, like the evening clouds on the horizon.

She softly asked Lin Yang, "Lin Yang, do you still remember me?"

Lin Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep as an abyss.

Hearing Nangong Lingling's voice, he slowly turned his head, his eyes scanning over her.

His lips parted slightly, his Adam's apple moving up and down, as if he had countless words to say.

But in an instant it turned to silence, and he ultimately held back what he wanted to say.

Seeing Lin Yang's appearance, Nangong Lingling lifted her chest, raised her neck, and showed a small proud expression.

Her beautiful eyes curved into crescents as she chirped, "How about it—have you remembered who I am?"

Lin Yang's eyes merely flashed with a hint of bewilderment.

Then he slowly shook his head, speaking in a tone as flat as an undisturbed lake.

"I can't remember; I don't know who you are."

Having said that, he turned to leave, his sleeves rustling in the wind.

This scene, like a heavy hammer, shattered Nangong Lingling's beautiful fantasies in her heart.

It was also like a bucket of cold water poured over her head, chilling her to the bone.

She froze on the spot like a statue, her eye sockets instantly moistening, large tears rolling in her eyes.

She, who loved to cry, could hardly hold back.

Lin Yang walked a few steps, sensing an unusual disturbance behind him.

She stopped, her heart stirred, and said, "Oh, I remember now—you're the girl who used a Starlight Stone to knock down my Little Black, right?"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Lingling's eyes, which had been dim like a deep pool, instantly brightened.

Like twinkling stars in the night sky, she hurriedly nodded, her black hair swaying with the motion.

Her face broke into a happy smile, the curve of her lips as radiant as spring blossoms.

Lin Yang glanced at her, his eyes hinting at teasing, and continued, "You're just the crybaby who bursts into tears at the drop of a hat, right?"

Those words, like a sharp blade, instantly pierced Nangong Lingling's heart.

Her smile froze instantly.

Her face darkened; the tears she had just held back began to well up again, as if they might burst forth at any moment.

Since Lin Yang rescued her in the formation,

Nangong Lingling has, day and night, imagined the scene of reuniting with Lin Yang.

In her imagination, when they reunite, Lin Yang will gently call her name, will solicitously ask about her recent state, and the scene should be warm and beautiful.

Yet reality was like a resounding slap, mercilessly striking her face.

In Lin Yang's heart, she turned out to be nothing but a crybaby maniac.

This filled her with grievance, as if a wad of cotton clogged her chest, and she longed to burst into tears.

Lin Yang seemed to see through Nangong Lingling's thoughts, his brows slightly furrowed, and he immediately spoke up to stop her: "Just say what you have to say; don't blubber in front of me—it's annoying."

Lin Yang clearly remembered that the System had once sternly warned him that Nangong Lingling would be of great help to his cultivation and future endeavors.

But this girl is too frail, always sniffling.

This flaw must be corrected in her, or else it may become a serious problem later.

Nangong Lingling bit her lower lip, her lip turning white from the pressure.

Had it been before, she would have already cried out loud, heedless of her image.

But for some unknown reason, hearing Lin Yang's somewhat stern words, she felt a flicker of fear, and her resentment was forcibly swallowed back.

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently.

After calming herself a little, she took out an exquisite storage ring from her bosom and respectfully handed it to Lin Yang, saying, "Inside are one million spirit stones—this is the reward I promised you when you saved me."

Lin Yang calmly glanced at the storage ring, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he reached out and took it in a clean, decisive motion, asking, "Anything else?"

Nangong Lingling turned her head to the silently standing Nangong Batian beside her and said, "Father, this is Lin Yang, who saved you—don't you have something to say to him?"

Nangong Batian's gaze was like torches, as if two swords, scanning Lin Yang up and down, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

As the Sect Leader of the Phantom Moon Sect, who is usually held in esteem by all, when has he ever been treated with such neglect?

He said in a cold tone, "There's nothing special to say."

"All right, Lingling, we should head back."

Nangong Lingling looked astonished, her eyes wide, unable to believe as she gazed at her father and said, "Father, this is—"

Nangong Batian remained calm, waved his hand, his face unperturbed, saying, "It's nothing, just a small matter; it's fine not to mention it."

Immediately, he slightly cupped his hands toward the Azure Cloud Sect crowd, as well as Jiang Tai Mu and Jiang Shan Hai.

His manners were impeccable, with no fault to be found.

He slightly said, "If that's the case, I'll take my leave."

Having said that.

Nangong Batian took Nangong Lingling and turned to leave.

In his mind, Lin Yang was too young, his whole body exuding an arrogant, unrestrained aura, and he completely lacked manners.

As the magnificent master of the Phantom Moon Sect himself had arrived, the other party didn't even give him a proper look; such a person really made it hard for him to feel any fondness.

Although Jiang Taomu's submission to Lin Yang astonished him, Nangong Batian, relying on his years of experience, had already labeled Lin Yang negatively in his mind, feeling it unnecessary to waste more words with him, which would only add trouble.

Regarding Nangong Batian's departure, though everyone harbored some doubt, they exchanged glances filled with incomprehension, yet all wisely chose to remain silent.

After all, Lin Yang now held a pivotal position in the sect, and no one dared to speak out of turn.

Lin Yang didn't care at all.

At this moment, his thoughts had already been consumed by the Unintermittent Gate's affairs.

Thinking of the Unintermittent Gate's conspiracy, his gaze grew ever deeper.

He saw him turn to Jiang Taomu and say, "Come, let's go inside and talk."

Jiang Taomu bowed in assent, and the two walked together toward the separate courtyard.

Watching Lin Yang and Jiang Taomu's backs recede, the Azure Cloud Sect crowd silently kept their silence in unison.

Sunlight fell upon everyone, casting long or short shadows, the atmosphere so oppressive it made breathing difficult.

Jiang Shan Hai's brows were tightly knit, the wrinkles on his forehead like ravines, and a tumultuous surge of complex emotions welled up in his heart.