“Are you saying the task I’m missing is… the collection and scripture copying from the Year of Bingshu during Frost’s Descent were substandard and need to be redone?”
“Correct.”
“But those were tasks I completed over ten years ago…”
The two female disciples smiled triumphantly at the wide-eyed, shocked little Half-Yao.
They held their heads high, revealing teeth that weren’t quite even.
Indeed, what if it was a task from over ten years ago?
Such was the power of authority.
If someone wanted to target you, checking back two hundred years wasn’t impossible.
Even though they were merely borrowing someone else’s influence to act like big shots, the thrill of suppressing others with power still made these usually unremarkable disciples feel a surge of superiority.
It felt as if they were no longer on the same level as the other Inner Disciples, a refreshing sensation they couldn’t wait to go back and brag about to their peers.
They continued, “Since you understand, then let’s go. Elder Tao, who is in charge of Sect tasks, is waiting for us!”
“Ah… so an Elder is actually waiting specifically for us?”
“Hmph.”
Qian Yu opened her small mouth at the right moment to show shock.
Satisfied with her reaction, the two female disciples curled their lips and nodded in confirmation.
They didn’t see anything wrong with mentioning that a Sect Elder was personally waiting.
However, in the next second, the smile on their faces froze at Qian Yu’s sigh.
“Sigh, is Tang Qiurou truly out of people? To send ‘stunning talents’ like the two of you.”
“What do you mean by that? What does this have to do with Senior Sister Tang!”
A flash of panic instantly flickered in the eyes of the previously triumphant disciples.
They shouted, “Talking nonsense without evidence can get your mouth slapped!”
The complexity in Qian Yu’s eyes deepened.
She had likely been dealing with the likes of Gu Qinghan and Nalan Yunyan lately—individuals whose talent and character were both exceptional.
In her eyes, the disguise used by these two disciples seemed almost transparently amateur.
In the Sect, there were only a few who had the power to investigate her existence from over a decade ago.
Aside from the various Elders, it was limited to the True Disciples.
And among them, the only one she had a grudge with was Tang Qiurou.
If that was still just a guess without evidence, then the fact that these two disciples mentioned an Elder was waiting for them—just to show off—essentially confirmed it.
Aside from Little Tang, who was backed by Nalan Yunyan, which other True Disciple would have the prestige to make a Sect Elder wait in person?
“You’re talking nonsense! Why would Senior Sister Tang do something so tedious? Besides, how can you prove we said those words just now?”
After hearing Qian Yu’s analysis, the panic in the two disciples’ eyes increased.
They forced themselves to remain calm and questioned her back.
Qian Yu sighed and slightly raised the Sound Transmission Stone in her hand.
She had intentionally spoken in a strained voice to bait them; how could she not have kept evidence?
Just this recording alone, once handed to Nalan Yunyan, would be enough to pin the blame on Tang Qiurou.
When the time came, Little Tang might only receive a few scoldings.
But what would happen to these two ‘talents’ who caused Tang Qiurou to be scolded for “no reason” was hard to say.
Some things could be understood by everyone, but they could not be brought out into the open for all to see.
The Elders, each with their integrity and unyielding Dao hearts, also cared about their reputation…
“You, you, you… shameless! Despicable! Bad… bad person!”
Although the two female disciples were over twenty years old, they were still thoroughly infuriated by Qian Yu, their faces turning red and white.
Wasn’t this Half-Yao a well-known idiot?
How could she deduce Senior Sister Tang’s involvement from just those few words?
Moreover, she had intentionally recorded their voices.
Wasn’t this a deliberate scheme against them!
Recalling Tang Qiurou’s smile when she warned them never to reveal her involvement, the disciples felt a wave of terror.
After a moment of agitation, the panic in their eyes turned into ruthlessness.
They mobilized the spiritual energy within their bodies, deciding to go all the way.
They actually attacked Qian Yu directly.
“So what if you know so much? Won’t it be enough to just knock you out and take you back to force your thumbprint?”
“Next time, remember to check your own strength before talking big!”
After all, they were Inner Disciples.
Even if they were at the bottom of the rankings, the cultivation they unleashed was still quite formidable, creating a “terrifyingly powerful” pressure.
Qian Yu wasn’t afraid; instead, she was delighted.
Logically speaking, even if she had converted her foundation to a high-level manual like the Nine Tribulations Returning to Origin Holy Canon, it would be difficult for someone with zero combat experience like her to defeat two Inner Disciples.
But…
Just now, the moment the two of them launched their attack, her Ancient Sky Fox Bloodline took effect—the hexagram indicated great fortune to the northwest.
Qian Yu turned her head and her eyes immediately lit up. “Senior Sister Qiurou~ Save me~”
In the northwest direction, Tang Qiurou, who had just walked out of Nalan Yunyan’s Cave Residence, felt her eyelid twitch. She had the illusion of being entangled by something dirty.
She looked toward the direction of the voice and found that Qian Yu, the person she hated most, most, most, was waving at her for help.
Has this Fox’s brain rotted?
Asking me for help?
Does she really think that just because she’s following Senior Sister Nalan, we’re comrades?
Tang Qiurou gave a mocking smile and turned to leave.
“I have evidence in my hand that you conspired with these two to plot against me.”
***
“How dare you! Do you know whose person Qian Yu is?!”
Tang Qiurou’s cultivation as a True Disciple was instantly revealed.
With a leap, she shielded Qian Yu behind her, the twin tails behind her head swaying gently.
“Se-Se-Senior Sister… Tang?! Why are you…”
The sudden appearance of Tang Qiurou blocking their path left the two disciples first stunned, then terrified, as they remembered how they had just exposed her existence to Qian Yu.
They hoped she would let them off since they were doing her work, but Tang Qiurou, whose mind was filled with the “evidence” Qian Yu mentioned, couldn’t care less about whether they lived or died.
Looking at the uneasy expressions on the two, she immediately knew that what Qian Yu had said was likely true.
Idiots.
Two idiots who could be entered into the Examination of Ancient and Modern Figures.
She had only arranged things this morning, and she had just come out from Senior Sister Nalan’s place. Yet, these two had already exposed her plot against Qian Yu?!
Tang Qiurou felt a surge of killing intent.
Those two female disciples, finally realizing what they had just done, almost knelt down.
“Senior Sister Tang, we were also doing this for you…”
“I don’t know you.”
Tang Qiurou’s smile was sweet and lovely.
She narrowed her eyes, and spiritual energy gathered in her hand. She struck out toward their skulls.
“Tang Qiurou, you can’t do this!”
The two female disciples screamed.
In any righteous Sect, the rules forbade killing at will. But this was the Luoxia Immortal Sect.
Unfortunately, Tang Qiurou’s thought at this moment was exactly what they had intended for Qian Yu—knock them out, then take them back to sign and thumbprint a confession.
The so-called crime was just a matter of writing a slip of paper.
This was the very power they had been so proud of a moment ago.
The palm wind drew closer, and the terror and regret in their hearts reached a peak.
Their hatred for Tang Qiurou’s coldness also reached its limit.
At this moment, what could possibly save them?
“Forget it, Senior Sister Qiurou, let them go. Our palm strikes shouldn’t be aimed at our own fellow disciples.”
A little Half-Yao with two ears standing tall suddenly appeared beside them.
She grabbed one in each hand, her body moving as if she had predicted the attack.
She pulled them out of the range of Tang Qiurou’s strike at just the right moment.
Any more would have been excessive; any less and they would have been hit.
“Qian Yu… you…”
The two female disciples turned their heads in disbelief, as if they were looking at the light.