Chapter 59: We Are from the Qingyun Sect

"You dare to snatch someone from our Yin-Yang Pavilion in broad daylight? Isn't that a bit too arrogant?"

The pale-faced scholar, sensing the aura of the black-clad woman, turned ashen despite his already pale complexion.

"Hic, I'm, hic, snatching from you, so what?!"

The black-clad woman jumped down from the sword, grabbed the hilt with one hand,

and, though swaying unsteadily, swung the massive heavy sword around as if it were a toy.

The members of the Yin-Yang Pavilion immediately took several steps back, fearing they might be struck by the sword.

"This woman is on par with me in strength, and a single water spiritual root is a top-tier dual cultivation partner. It's a shame to just give up! I'll hold her off. You all, go and fetch the hall master!" The pale-faced scholar urgently instructed his guards, then drew the short sword from his waist and pointed it at the black-clad woman from a distance.

"Hmph, we're both at the Golden Core stage. Today, I, Wei, will see what you're made of!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a blur before his eyes, and the short sword was caught by a hand that suddenly appeared beside him.

"See what? How about you see what I'm made of?"

The pale-faced scholar was shocked. He turned his head to see a gaunt, gray-haired old man standing beside him, half of his face covered by a mask, grinning to reveal a mouthful of crooked, rotten teeth.

"Who are you?!"

"Hehe, guess?"

The old man had a sword gourd hanging at his waist but didn't use a sword. Instead, he gradually tightened his wrinkled, bark-like hand, and the blade of the short sword began to twist under the immense force, emitting a creaking sound.

The pale-faced scholar was pinned in place by the old man's oppressive aura, unable to move. He could only hope that his subordinates would bring the hall master soon. But then he heard a series of muffled groans and the sound of bodies hitting the ground.

He turned around and his expression grew even uglier.

Three black-clad figures stood in the middle of the street, arranged from tallest to shortest. The tallest and thinnest was on the left, the middle one was average, and the shortest and chubbiest was on the right. All of them wore black robes with swords at their waists, and each carried a bulging bag on their back, the contents unknown.

His subordinates were already lying on the ground, unconscious.

"You… you dare to attack my Yin-Yang Pavilion?"

The pale-faced scholar was furious.

The Yin-Yang Pavilion was a major sect. Who would dare to mess with them?

Wait, this confrontation had been going on for some time now.

Why hadn't the guards of Tianquan City or members of other sects shown up? Had they all returned to their respective mountain sects?

"Stop wasting time. Grab the last batch and retreat!"

A voice rang out from above.

A figure emerged from the rooftop of a nearby building, dressed in black with a black sword and a black hood, a white beard peeking out from under his chin, and an array of weapons hanging from his waist.

The pale-faced scholar's pupils contracted.

He recognized one of the weapons—it was his hall master's saber!

When had their base been raided?

The pale-faced scholar lost his bravado, forcing a smile that looked worse than a grimace: "Esteemed seniors, this junior has eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. The single spiritual root disciple is yours. I'll leave now, I'll…"

"Take out all your magical tools, spirit stones, and storage bags and throw them on the ground!"

The old man in front of him smiled even wider, his wrinkled face resembling a blooming chrysanthemum.

The pale-faced scholar had no choice but to obediently hand over his possessions.

"Take off the jade pendant around your neck."

The pale-faced scholar: "…"

"And your clothes."

"Forget it, Elder Li." The female cultivator leaning on the massive sword couldn't stand it anymore and interjected.

"His clothes are quite nice." The old man touched the pale-faced scholar's clothes, his eyes filled with admiration.

The pale-faced scholar was on the verge of tears: "Esteemed seniors, may I leave now?"

"Hehe, you may go." The old man stored the pale-faced scholar's short sword in his storage bag and released him with a smile.

The pale-faced scholar turned and fled.

"Young man, take your subordinates with you!"

Hearing the old man's shout,

the pale-faced scholar scrambled into the air and flew away without looking back.

With the Yin-Yang Pavilion gone,

the gazes of the five black-clad figures all fell on Li Qingran.

Li Qingran took half a step back, shrinking her head in fear, and quickly bowed: "This junior thanks the esteemed seniors for saving me."

Although these five mysterious figures seemed more dangerous than the Yin-Yang Pavilion,

she inexplicably felt no threat from them.

"Little girl, you have good talent. Would you like to join our sect?"

The strange old man stared at Li Qingran with a kind and gentle smile.

"This junior wishes to join Spirit Rhyme Valley." Li Qingran shook her head and murmured: "Esteemed senior's sect is excellent, but this junior wants to become a medical cultivator."

"You can also become a medical cultivator in our sect." The female cultivator leaning on the massive sword let out a drunken hiccup and spoke lazily.

"I…" Li Qingran was about to refuse again.

But the next second, a voice rang out from the rooftop.

"Sigh, how can you all do it like this?!"

The person spoke while removing his hood, and in Li Qingran's stunned gaze, he declared loudly: "We, are from the Qingyun Sect!"

The other four also removed their disguises.

The female cultivator opposite removed her veil, revealing long black hair that reached her waist and a charming, delicate face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy with drunkenness, but her smile was beautiful, and her words were clear.

"Little sister, as you can see, we've robbed other sects."

The old man beside her added: "And now, you know our identities."

The Sword Hall Master, Su Qinian, on the rooftop, let out a sinister laugh and concluded:

"So, you must come with us! Otherwise, we'll silence you, hehehe!"

Li Qingran: "…"

Couldn't she tell if they were really from the Qingyun Sect?

She noticed the plaque hanging from the waist of the person on the rooftop—Sword Hall.

Sword Hall and Sword Sect?

Li Qingran was momentarily stunned, inexplicably making a connection.

Before she could react, the world spun around her, and in a daze, she found herself on a flying sword.

It was the drunken female cultivator.

The other four also stepped onto their own flying swords, each wearing a satisfied smile.

"Little sister, if you're scared, you can hold onto your senior sister's waist~"

The female cultivator tilted her head and gave a charming smile, then the flying sword shot into the sky.

Li Qingran was blown by the strong wind, unable to keep her eyes open, and instinctively wrapped her arms around the female cultivator's waist.

Suddenly, she didn't want to struggle anymore.

Because, like her master,

these people didn't activate a wind barrier when riding their flying swords.

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