Chapter 83: You Think Only You Can Call for Backup?
Chen Yin’s words seemed to have pressed a mute button on the noisy crowd.
The countless disciples behind him were silent, still reeling from the shock of seeing their centuries-old mountain gate so easily cleaved in two.
Wu Xun’s face was dark with fury. He gritted his teeth and said,
“It seems… young friend Chen Yin is determined to remain deluded.”
“The seductive magic of this demonic witch must be truly powerful to have ensnared you so completely.”
Chen Yin, after listening to his words, turned to Xiang’er and said seriously,
“Listen, even they think I’m only doing this because I’m bewitched by Xiang’er’s charm.”
“You’ll have to compensate Senior Brother properly when we get back.”
Yu Xiang couldn’t help but laugh, tears still lingering in her eyes. She rolled her eyes at him playfully.
“Stinky Senior Brother.”
“If you keep saying that, they’ll really think I’m some kind of seductive demonic witch.”
Chen Yin laughed heartily. “Well, it’s not wrong to say you’re captivating.”
Seeing the two of them laughing and joking so casually, Wu Xun’s expression darkened even further.
After their usual banter, Chen Yin asked gently, “Feeling better?”
“Yes.”
Xiang’er rubbed her red eyes and smiled brightly.
“With Senior Brother here, I don’t care what others say or think.”
“Good.”
Chen Yin said slowly, “You know, among those disciples behind them, the more perceptive ones have already noticed the inconsistencies in their story.”
“But they’re still following the crowd, condemning and insulting us.”
“Why? Because the truth doesn’t matter to them.”
“Even if the Mist Spirit Sect had truly committed a horrific massacre at Changli Palace, they wouldn’t care. After all, it wasn’t their families that were slaughtered.”
“But if the Mist Spirit Sect is destroyed and its reputation ruined, they’ll lose everything they have.”
He said calmly, “So they don’t care about the truth. They don’t even want to know the truth.”
“They just want to turn us into rats that everyone wants to exterminate.”
Yu Xiang listened attentively and nodded slowly.
“I understand.”
Chen Yin patted her shoulder reassuringly, then turned to Wu Xun.
“I’ve waited long enough. Where’s your secret division?”
“I assume dirty work like the Changli Palace incident was carried out by your elders and members of the secret division.”
“I wonder how many of them are still alive. Summon them all.”
“Otherwise,” he slowly drew his Eternal Light sword, his voice serious, “I’ll find them myself.”
Wu Xun glared at him, his mind still calculating.
Changwen sent a voice transmission, “Sect Master, what should we do?”
“…It seems reconciliation is no longer an option.”
“Since they’re clearly determined to fight to the death, we can’t just sit here and wait.”
After the transmission, Wu Xun sneered and said,
“It seems young friend Chen Yin has been completely bewitched and lost his mind. He’s making baseless accusations and threatening to kill without any evidence.”
“In that case, we’ll have to overstep our boundaries and cleanse the sect on behalf of Immortal Yu Ling!”
Chen Yin sighed, his expression bored.
“…I thought you guys would come up with something more original.”
“So you still refuse to listen unless I beat you up.”
He raised his sword and said helplessly, “Then I’ll go find them myself—”
But at that moment, an unexpected voice rang out playfully:
“You can’t kill without evidence?”
“Then if we have evidence, will you obediently confess?”
Everyone turned to look, their attention drawn to the voice.
A figure in a fiery red dress gracefully descended from the sky. Behind her was a beautiful and dignified woman in an elegant palace dress.
Wu Xun’s brow furrowed deeply as he recognized the newcomers.
Chen Yin couldn’t help but facepalm and sigh. “Why are you here…”
“If I didn’t come, they would slander you without consequence.”
Luo Qiaoqiao’s red dress billowed in the wind as she landed gracefully beside him, a mischievous smile on her face.
“I won’t let anyone badmouth my man.” She said, her hands behind her back, her dimples showing.
Chen Yin couldn’t help but chuckle. “…Sister Qiaoqiao, there’s no need to be so blunt. We haven’t done anything scandalous. How did I become your man?”
“Why haven’t we done anything scandalous? Because a certain coward is too scared to act on his desires. I won’t say who.”
She turned her head away haughtily.
Chen Yin was helpless against her antics. He turned to Mu Susu and bowed respectfully. “Sect Master Mu.”
“Hehe, you’re too formal, young friend Chen. Call me Aunt Mu.”
Mu Susu smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement and a hint of admiration.
Hearing her words, Chen Yin understood the implication and chuckled awkwardly.
“Uh, Aunt… Mu, you’re here to watch the show as well?”
“Of course. It’s been a while since the Mist Spirit Sect has been pushed into such a corner. It would be a shame to miss this.”
Mu Susu said casually, “But that’s just one reason.”
“The other reason, naturally, is that I couldn’t resist that girl Qiaoqiao’s pleas to help her lover boy.”
Chen Yin turned to see Luo Qiaoqiao grinning at him, her expression screaming “praise me!”
He glanced at Xiang’er nervously and saw her giving him a resentful look.
Wu Xun, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke.
“Vice Sect Master Mu.”
“Since when has the Heavenly Net Sect had the authority to interfere in the internal affairs of the Mist Spirit Sect?” His voice was laced with an unspoken threat.
But Mu Susu wasn’t intimidated. She said with a playful smile, “Who cares about your Mist Spirit Sect’s affairs?”
“I’m here to remind you of one thing.”
“…Don’t treat everyone like fools.”
“Those excuses might work on naive youngsters, but do you think they’ll fool us old veterans?”
Wu Xun’s face darkened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t?”
Mu Susu raised an eyebrow. “Then why don’t you explain this.”
“Where is the Heavenly Dao Fragment that Changli Palace obtained from the secret realm?”
Her words brought a sudden silence to the hall.
Wu Xun and the elders exchanged uneasy glances for a long time before he finally spoke, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“We never obtained the Heavenly Dao Fragment.”
“Vice Sect Master Mu, please think carefully. If you insist on involving the Heavenly Net Sect in this matter, it will mean war between our two sects.”
Mu Susu scoffed, and Luo Qiaoqiao stuck out her tongue, saying defiantly, “Blah, blah, blah. Who’s afraid of you, old man?”
“When it comes to fighting, our Heavenly Net Sect disciples fear no one!”
Chen Yin thought for a moment, then turned to Mu Susu and bowed. “Aunt Mu, I appreciate your kindness.”
“But I can handle this myself. There’s no need to drag the Heavenly Net Sect into this.”
Mu Susu nodded approvingly. “You’re thoughtful and responsible. But don’t worry.”
“Someone informed me about this.”
Chen Yin froze, then instinctively turned his head.
As expected, an arrogant and annoyingly childish voice soon came from the sky:
“Hah! You old dog Wu Xun! You think only you can call for backup?”
“Surprise! I brought backup too!”
Hearing that voice, Yu Xiang exclaimed excitedly, “Master!”
A small figure, her petite frame enveloped in a large robe, descended from the sky, accompanied by a woman in an azure blue dress, her beauty as ethereal as a moon fairy. They landed gracefully beside Chen Yin.
Chen Yin frowned and said reproachfully, “What are you doing here?”
“Your injuries haven’t healed that quickly, have they?”
“Hah.” Master waved her hand dismissively. “I used a few precious pills from my secret stash. I can at least protect myself now.”
“I was dying of boredom watching you hog all the glory.”
She clenched her tiny fists and said angrily, “I have to personally punch these old dogs a few times and spit on their corpses!”
Chen Yin: “…”
…That’s my Master, alright.
He turned to Shen Shuanglian with a helpless expression. “Didn’t we agree that you wouldn’t come?”
Shen Shuanglian blushed and mumbled sheepishly, “M-Master Yu Ling insisted on bringing me along…”
“Why wouldn’t I bring her?” Master snorted. “Since we’re already tearing down their facade, might as well let everyone see their true colors.”
“Shuangshuang, why don’t you leave that pathetic sect and join me? The bed on Mount Yu is quite big~”
Shen Shuanglian just lowered her head silently, stealing a glance at Chen Yin.
What could Chen Yin say?
“Since you’re already here, let’s hear what they have to say.” He gently brushed her hair aside.
Shen Shuanglian hummed softly, a sweet smile appearing on her lips.
Upon seeing Immortal Yu Ling, the expressions of Wu Xun and the other elders changed drastically. After a moment of hesitation, Wu Xun finally spoke, his voice strained:
“…Immortal Yu Ling, you’re a respected guest elder of our sect. Surely you wouldn’t be so unreasonable and biased?”
Master stared at his old face for a long time, then said slowly, each word dripping with disdain:
“Who the hell are you?”
“We just fought yesterday, and now you’re acting like nothing happened? Have you no shame?”
Wu Xun suppressed his anger and said through gritted teeth, “I believe there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m willing to personally apologize and explain everything.”
“But your disciple is clearly a demonic remnant of Changli Palace. Are you really willing to defy the entire cultivation world and protect her?”
“Tch.”
Master scoffed, her face filled with disdain. “You’re better at distorting the truth than cultivating.”
“But unfortunately, you think that burning down Changli Palace and destroying all the evidence would erase your crimes?”
“You underestimate me.” Master’s eyes turned cold.
The next moment, another clear voice rang out, “You need evidence about Changli Palace? I have it.”
This time, Wu Xun and the others were completely dumbfounded. Even Chen Yin was momentarily stunned.
A handsome young man in luxurious clothes, holding a folding fan, descended from the sky.
…The Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion, Wan Yunhai.
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