Chapter - 7(If you don't seek trouble, trouble will seek you.)

Outside the city, many cultivators quickly gathered.

"We didn't find her around. Maybe she was transported toward Spiritual Cloud City."

"Hmm..." The other cultivators nodded.

"Then let's go to Spiritual Cloud City and discuss our strategy with Zhao Tian. We have to catch her and take the golden scroll."

All the cultivators nodded and headed toward Spiritual Cloud City.

They soon arrived at the place where the battle had previously taken place. Other than some mortals and faint traces of battle, they found nothing.

One of the cultivators stepped forward and grabbed a mortal. "Did you see a woman being chased by cultivators?"

The mortal was terrified to his core, he quickly gathered his courage and stammered, "I-I don't know, my Lord. I just got here..."

"Tsk, trash," the cultivator sneered, tossing him roughly to the ground.

He then turned to another mortal and asked coldly, "Do you know anything?"

"My Lord... I am blind and cannot see anything."

Hearing the mortal's words, the cultivator's face darkened with anger. He gritted his teeth but restrained himself.

He doesn't want to beat a weak mortal if he can.

Turning to another person, his sharp gaze landed on someone with a cultivation base of 1st Qi Training. "Do you know anything?" he asked again.

The Qi Training mortal bowed slightly and replied truthfully, "My Lord... there was indeed a battle here. I saw a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman."

"They killed some cultivators who first attacked them.," the Qi Training mortal continued, his voice trembling. "Fearing for our lives amidst the chaos, we fled. As we were running, we saw those cultivators slowly disappearing into thin air..."

The cultivator's face twitched at the words. "Disappearing?" he repeated, his anger flaring like a raging storm.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped the Qi Training mortal. A deafening crack echoed through the air as the mortal's body was instantly shattered into pieces, blood and dust scattering across the ground.

"Useless trash," the cultivator spat, his eyes blazing with fury.

He has enough of these mortals, seeing their one companion being killed, the mortals scattered again.

"I think Lin Xue found someone to help her," one of the cultivators said darkly. "Let's visit Lord Yinfeng. Since this is Spirit Cloud Sect's territory, we can't search the city openly."

All of them nodded in agreement and rushed toward Cloud High Mountain.

Inside the Lotus Pavilion, the sound of music and laughter echoed as dancers and singers displayed their talents for hours. Ye Chen leaned back comfortably, sipping his tea as he enjoyed the show.

Suddenly, a loud bang shook the room.

The doors were kicked apart with violent force, the wooden panels splintering and crashing to the ground.

The door was immediately kicked apart and destroyed. A group of men strode in, exuding their arrogance presence, and each wearing a sect's robe with a cloud emblem stitched on it.

Ye Chen's gaze lazily shifted toward the intruders, his expression was unbothered as he watched the unwelcome guests step forward.

They were outer disciples from the Spirit Cloud Sect, led by an elder.

The elder stepped into the room, his sharp gaze sweeping across the group inside. He immediately noticed two cultivators, one at the Foundation Establishment stage and the other at the Golden Core stage. As for Ye Chen, he completely dismissed him as a mere mortal.

His eyes locked onto the Golden Core cultivator. "Are you Lin Xue?" he asked directly, his tone cold and imposing.

Meanwhile, a disciple leaned in and whispered something into his ear.

While Lin Xue was still confused about the sudden situation, the elder, Deacon Jia, wasted no time. "Capture her!" he ordered coldly.

The disciples immediately moved into formation, beginning to activate an array that radiated oppressive energy.

"Deacon Jia, what do you think you are doing?" Qian Ling's voice rang out, furious as she stepped forward.

Deacon Jia turned to her with an indifferent expression. "Young Miss Ling, this is the sect master's order." His gaze remained firm as he allowed the disciples to continue the array formation.

"Father's order?" Qian Ling's confusion deepened, her brows furrowing. "Why would Father order them?"

Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. Sending Deacon Jia directly meant this matter was of great importance. Is there something Father wants from Young Master Ye and Miss Lin? she wondered and her suspicion rose as she looked between the two.

The air grew tense, the hum of the array growing stronger with each passing moment.

Ye Chen and Lin Xue didn't even bother to get up and stayed in their seat calmly watching their actions and wanted to see what Qian Ling would do.

Doesn't he know they're from the Holy Sect? Qian Ling thought to herself, disbelief flashing across her face.

As for Ye Chen being from the immortal world, she thought it was a joke.

Her gaze shifted to Ye Chen and Lin Xue, who remained completely calm, still eating and drinking as if nothing was happening. Their indifference unsettled her further, pushing her to act decisively.

They were guests of her now and she can't lose face.

With a swift motion, Qian Ling took out a token and ordered, "Go back now!"

However, Deacon Jia shook his head, his expression unmoved. "Young Miss Ling, this order was personally given by the sect master. The Sect Master's Order token won't change anything."

As his words fell, the suppressing array was finally activated, its power humming through the air as its invisible force bore down on the room.

Even then, Ye Chen and Lin Xue remained seated, showing no concern for the array or the commotion. Calmly sipping his drink, Ye Chen stares at them.

Lin Xue was also completely calm and indifferent as if the array was nothing, because with Young Master Ye, does she have to fear anything?

However, Qian Ling was growing anxious. Her eyes darted between the array and the calm duo, her heart was pounding. What are they thinking? Why aren't they reacting?

Clenching her teeth, she turned back to Deacon Jia. "Stop this now! Do you even understand what you're doing?"

But the disciples continued to focus on maintaining the suppressing array.

If Qian Ling actually went against her sect for them, Ye Chen might acknowledge her.

But if she supported her sect and helped Deacon Jia capture them, her fate would be destroyed.

If she did nothing and let two of them be captured, Ye Chen would be disappointed.

He was neither the protagonist nor wanted to become one. In fact, there was a protagonist, but he didn't care.

Seeing Qian Ling hesitate, Lin Xue wanted to make a move, but Ye Chen stopped her through voice transmission, "Wait!"

Lin Xue was confused at first but then quickly understood.

The waitress had mentioned her name was Qian Ling and that she was an inner disciple of the Spirit Cloud Sect.

Judging by the situation, with Deacon Jia addressing her as "Young Miss" and Qian Ling producing the sect master's order token, it was clear she was the daughter of the sect master of Spirit Cloud Sect. Lin Xue also knew that the surname of the Spirit Cloud Sect's sect master was Qian.

Qian Ling seemed to want to ask for a favor. However, Ye Chen wanted to see how she would approach it. How will she ask for the favor? Lin Xue wondered.

The Young Master is really manipulative. First, he said he wasn't from the Holy Sect but from the Immortal World, allowing Qian Ling to figure it out for herself. By making her guess, she would almost certainly conclude that he was from the Holy Sect, since many people in the world view the Holy Sect as an Immortal Sect.

He had hidden the truth within a lie. While he was indeed from the Immortal World, the truth he gave was still a lie, as the Immortal World also meant the Immortal Sect of this world.

After the Immortal Gate disappeared a hundred years ago, many people had been unable to ascend to the Immortal World, and Immortal Descending had become impossible.

As for the holy sects, they also called immortal sects because there really were immortals hiding with their sects, and Ye Chen wanted to test Qian Ling's determination to see if she could truly ask for his favor.

Every favor comes with its rewards. Yet, Young Master's favor was immeasurable, no rewards can measure it.

So, what will you choose, Qian Ling? Lin Xue thought inwardly, side-eyeing Qian Ling. Are you truly worthy of Young Master's favor?

Will you really go against your sect for Young Master?