Stare.
This sudden laughter immediately attracted everyone’s attention.
Cough, cough.
Seeing everyone looking at her, Chong Chong coughed a few times in embarrassment, pretending nothing had happened and averted her gaze.
“Sister Xiaoyan, you’re here too!”
Shen Yue ran up to Chen Xiaoyan, looking up at her with a full smile.
Chen Xiaoyan rubbed the little girl’s head and nodded with a smile.
“Mm, why are you here? Did the Guild Leader send you?”
“No, I followed on my own.”
“I see. Go stand over there for now.”
“Okay!”
Shen Yue nodded obediently, and whether intentionally or not, stood to Chen Xiaoyan’s right.
To the left was Chong Chong.
The girl seemed indifferent, but her eyes were constantly glancing sideways.
“Junior, can you explain this to This Seat?”
Mo Jiuchi’s expression was unpleasant. Even a fool could tell that this group had some connection with her.
“Explain what?”
Chen Xiaoyan looked completely bewildered, playing dumb.
“This Seat’s patience is wearing thin.”
“Senior, you misunderstand me. I really don’t know what to explain.”
“Very well, haha!”
Mo Jiuchi laughed uproariously, his expression gradually darkening.
“This Seat has walked the Martial Way for decades, my whole life seeking to Enter Dao through Martial Arts, valuing following my heart. But today, you, a junior, have repeatedly made a fool of This Seat. Do you really think Mo Jiuchi is afraid of your sect’s disciples?”
With every word Mo Jiuchi spoke, his aura grew more imposing. Only then did Chen Xiaoyan and the others realize how terrifying a Grandmaster Martial Artist truly was.
The pressure from his aura alone made it feel like two mountains were pressing down on their shoulders, making it impossible to move or breathe.
Chen Xiaoyan’s face changed drastically. She quickly pulled Chong Chong and Shen Yue behind her and took out the Alliance Token from her backpack.
“Mo Jiuchi, how dare you! Do you know what this is? If you lay a hand on us, the sect will raze the entire Prime Minister’s Residence in an instant.”
“What does This Seat have… an Alliance Token?”
Mo Jiuchi, who had been sneering contemptuously, saw the token in her hand, and his eyes bulged in shock.
‘How is that possible?’
‘Isn’t the Alliance Token only held by sect elders?’
‘How does a mere disciple have this thing?’
‘Could she be a personal disciple of some Heavenly Fragrance elder, being groomed as a successor?’
Mo Jiuchi’s face instantly turned ashen, all hope extinguished.
‘Oh no, oh no, I’ve courted great disaster.’
‘If it weren’t for those strange disciples, I might be able to kill them to silence them, but these sect disciples can Rebirth.’
“Brother Jiuchi, calm down, calm down.”
Concerned for the safety of the Prime Minister’s Residence, Mo Ruhui could no longer stand by and quickly interjected to mediate. Mo Jiuchi gave him a meaningful glance, extremely exasperated.
‘You didn’t mediate earlier, and now that it’s happened, what use is your advice to This Seat?’
The Divine Strategy Player furrowed his brow. It seemed this NPC wanted to kill Xiaoyan Dalao too.
‘No, we can die—our levels are low anyway, it doesn’t matter—but Dalao cannot.’
‘If Dalao gets hurt, the Guild Leader will definitely be angry, and our bonus will go down the drain!’
‘Damn it, you old bastard!’
‘I can die, but the bonus cannot die.’
“Quick, protect Xiaoyan Dalao!”
He shouted, signaling the five nearby players to stand in front of Chen Xiaoyan, trying to use their bodies to block damage for her.
The Alliance Token required Spiritual Power to activate. Chen Xiaoyan had already taken out the Jade Token given by Shen Qingqing. As long as she crushed it, Spiritual Power would burst forth.
Not only would Shen Qingqing sense it, but she could also use it to inject Spiritual Power into the Alliance Token, sending a rescue signal to the nearest sect, Shen Ce Fu.
‘But well, I probably won’t need this Jade Token for now.’
Chen Xiaoyan glanced at the sky.
‘Calculating the time, at the speed of Body Transforming into Rainbow, my backer should be here by now.’
Watching the situation spiral out of control, Mo Jiuchi found himself in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.
‘Fighting is impossible, unless those old women of Heavenly Fragrance are all dead.’
‘As for retreating, that’s also inappropriate.’
‘If I retreat, rumors will spread in the martial world that Grandmaster Mo is afraid of a junior, calling me timid as a mouse. How can I, Mo, continue to make a living in Datang after that?’
“Immortal.”
“Father.”
Suddenly, a scholar and a stunningly beautiful woman burst into the courtyard.
They were Wu Yaowen and Mo Nichang.
After waiting in the living room for a long time without seeing Chen Xiaoyan and Mo Ruhui return, they came out to check.
They hadn’t expected to see—and were shocked by—a group of Immortal Masters and Immortals confronting the Prime Minister’s Residence steward, Mo Jiuchi.
‘What is this situation?’
Chen Xiaoyan ignored him, keeping her eyes fixed on Mo Jiuchi, observing his every move.
‘If he dares to make a move, I’ll crush the Jade Token.’
‘Although this thing is a one-time item, I don’t feel sorry at all. At worst, I’ll go back, act cute, and ask for another one.’
Mo Nichang ran to Mo Ruhui, surveyed the situation, and immediately realized that Chen Xiaoyan had brought people to cause trouble.
Smartly, she didn’t throw a fit. Instead, she feigned weakness, knelt before Chen Xiaoyan and the others, and placed her hands together on her forehead as she kowtowed.
“Immortal, this is all Nichang’s fault. I shouldn’t have lost my temper and struck so heavily. Please spare my father and Uncle Mo. Nichang is willing to accept any punishment.”
Hearing this, Mo Jiuchi looked at Mo Ruhui with a strange expression. His eyes seemed to say: ‘What drama are you father and daughter hiding from This Seat?’
He had watched Mo Nichang grow up. Although her nature wasn’t bad, she was anything but weak.
After all, he had personally taught her martial arts, and her temper was fierce.
Chen Xiaoyan pushed through the crowd, walked up to Mo Nichang, and crouched down. Seeing the woman trembling, kneeling sincerely in a pitiful posture, she curled her lips.
“Are you sure you’ll accept any punishment?”
Mo Ruhui was startled and quickly interjected.
“Immortal, Shang’er meant no harm. I hope the Immortal will show mercy.”
Chen Xiaoyan ignored him as well, quietly waiting for Mo Nichang’s response.
“Hm?”
“Why aren’t you speaking?”
“Or are you just paying lip service?”
“No.”
Mo Nichang fiercely shook her head and replied firmly.
“Nichang is willing to accept any punishment.”
She was no fool. She knew the Prime Minister’s Residence wielded great power, but it was ultimately no match for an Immortal Sect. Once this Heavenly Fragrance disciple got serious, the Residence would be lucky to escape with its skin intact.
Earlier, she had thought this woman was just here to dispense justice and enforce the rules, so playing the victim would suffice.
Now it seemed she wasn’t here to enforce justice at all—she was clearly here to demand an explanation.
“Is that so?”
Chen Xiaoyan’s beautiful eyes narrowed. She stood up, looked at the Shushan Player behind her, and extended her hand.
“Lend me your sword.”
“Sure, Dalao.”
The Shushan Player didn’t hesitate and directly handed her the longsword.
Taking the sword, Chen Xiaoyan slid her finger along the blade. The smooth surface reflected a mischievous, pretty face.
“Oh my, this sword is quite sharp. One strike and it won’t even draw blood.”
Mo Ruhui’s face immediately turned cold, and under his sleeves, his fists clenched tightly.
She twirled the longsword into a flourish, then deliberately let it slip from her hand, dropping it to the ground. Coincidentally, it landed right in front of Mo Nichang.
With a clang from the sword, Mo Nichang’s delicate body trembled, startled.
“Sorry, I’ve never used a sword before, I’m not very skilled.”
Chen Xiaoyan smiled apologetically at Mo Ruhui and Mo Jiuchi, but her tone was extremely perfunctory.
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