4. You Trying to Show Me Up?
Of course, this childish bickering didn’t last long.
Soon, Gong Yiling and Yan Chuyue saw a group of people approaching with great fanfare.
Although Gong Yiling didn’t recognize their attire, she immediately recognized one of them.
“Wen Qiyin?” Yan Chuyue glanced at Gong Yiling. “What is she doing here?”
Gong Yiling also frowned, puzzled.
Ye Ao Daoist Mountain was still a sixth-tier sect. How could their leader, Wen Qiyin, be here?
But if her presence here was within the rules, then this Daoist mountain must be…
“Brother Yin…”
Seeing the handsome man arriving on his sword, several cultivators tried to greet him, but were pushed back by his powerful aura.
This man, dressed in black robes with golden patterns, a unique eagle-patterned armguard, and black, shoulder-length hair…
Was this Yin Wuzong?
Gong Yiling frowned.
In the book, Yin Wuzong was portrayed as an arrogant, spoiled rich kid.
But the man before her…
Was nothing like that.
Rather than a spoiled brat, this man was composed yet domineering, exuding the aura of a mid-boss. He even made Gong Yiling feel he was the true mastermind behind everything.
“Not bad,” Yan Chuyue, scrutinizing the character design, said. “His fashion sense is decent. Too bad he’s probably a pervert.”
Sensing their gazes, Yin Wuzong looked over.
Among the crowd, these two women had a unique aura, their figures enough to make anyone’s mouth dry.
Who… were they?
“They’re from Ruohuai Daoist Mountain, our biggest enemies.”
Wen Qiyin’s words were a cold shower to his lust.
“In my opinion, Young Master Yin shouldn’t treat them as anything else, or you’ll suffer for it.”
Yin Wuzong glared at her—Hmph, boring woman.
He crossed his arms and sneered, “What I want to do, what I should do, what I will do, is none of your business, Miss Wen.”
“You—”
Wen Qiyin, used to their rivalry, didn’t say anything more. She found a seat as far away from him as possible and remained silent.
“It seems they’re not on good terms.” Yan Chuyue noted.
“Although Wen Qiyin is a Saintess with considerable power, she’s not from the Yin family. And that Yin Wuzong is Yin Tianchou’s grandson. Even if his position isn’t high, no one has more face than him. It’s inevitable that they would clash.”
As Gong Yiling was speaking, she noticed Yin Wuzong wasn’t sitting down, but walking towards them.
He stopped before them.
“Miss Lü, and Miss Yan, right?”
His arrival immediately put Lan Suqin and her companions on high alert.
They instinctively wanted to stand up, but were suppressed by his powerful aura.
And Yan Chuyue, sitting beside them, felt as if she had been plunged into a deep trench, unable to breathe.
This aura—this was…!?
“Peak Earthly Nether!?”
His aura stunned everyone.
The generals of the Four Kingdoms were only at the great success stage of Earthly Nether. General Yan, at the peak of this realm, was practically invincible on the battlefield.
In the Hundred Paths Mountain, cultivators at this level could easily become guest elders. In some ninth-tier sects, they were comparable to Grand Elders.
It was hard to imagine Yin Wuzong’s true strength.
His aura enveloped the entire Ruohuai Daoist Mountain area, the pressure on everyone the same. This was a clear demonstration of power.
Of course, Gong Yiling felt the pressure on her—although terrifying, it was dissipated by her unusually strong meridians.
And with a slight circulation of her energy, her nascent soul power easily withstood the remaining pressure.
So, Miss Gong just chuckled and stood up calmly under everyone’s gaze.
“You…?”
“Young Master Yin,” Gong Yiling had no good feelings for this man, wanting to beat him into the ground. “If you’re doing this because of some shady business…”
Her eyes sharpened, and a surge of nascent soul energy erupted from her, shattering Yin Wuzong’s aura.
She then turned, patted Yan Chuyue’s shoulder, and asked softly, “Are you alright?”
Yan Chuyue’s face was pale, but she managed to nod. “I’m fine.”
“Fine? Your shoulders are trembling.” Gong Yiling gently rubbed her shoulders. “And your inner energy is in disarray.”
Although she felt a warmth in her heart, Yan Chuyue said helplessly, “Can’t you save me some face in front of others?”
“Face is earned, not given. I’ll protect you until you can earn it yourself.”
“Is that what you call face?” Yan Chuyue’s cheeks flushed, and she couldn’t help but retort, “Why don’t you just say you want to steal someone’s face? I’m not that much of a pervert.”
“It’s fine. Even if you are, you can’t be more of a pervert than this Young Master Yin here.” Gong Yiling finally turned her attention to the livid Yin Wuzong.
“Did you know, I heard that this Young Master Yin can be compared to that ‘Young Master Kidney Deficiency’ in a certain matter.”
Yan Chuyue asked innocently, “What matter, Senior Sister? Don’t keep me in suspense.”
“Alright, alright.” Gong Yiling raised an eyebrow with a smile. “That matter is, this Young Master Yin is also a womanizer, but unlike ‘Young Master Kidney Deficiency,’ he has his subordinates buy large quantities of ‘Spring Returning Pills’ from online platforms.”
“What can I say? That’s the difference between Daoist sects. ‘Young Master Kidney Deficiency’ is just putting on a show. This one is probably… actually not that good.”
