"Hey! What's your relationship with my wife? Holding hands! Holding hands!" Gu Jia stared at Qin Moyu and Shen Yebai's hands. The thought of his carefully planned meeting being ruined by the demonic cultivator made him so jealous that he felt like his body was about to break apart. He couldn't even beat the demonic cultivator, and now there was this close relationship between Shen Yebai and Qin Moyu.
--daughter in law?
The smile on Shen Yebai's lips vanished. He released Qin Moyu's hand, stood in front of her, and his dark eyes were deep: "What did you say?"
Gu Jia wasn't afraid of him at all, and stretched out her neck, shouting, "What's wrong with that! Can't I like him? Mo Yu will definitely like me too!"
For some reason, even though they were both calling out "Mo Yu," Shen Yebai didn't feel anything when he did, but when Gu Jia called out "Mo Yu," Qin Mo Yu got goosebumps.
"So your name is Mo Yu..." the demonic cultivator muttered to himself, then looked up and resolutely drew his greatsword. "I don't care what your relationship is with him, but according to custom, only the strong can possess Mo Yu!"
Hey! Hey! Why are you yelling too?!
Qin Moyu was speechless.
"Is that so?" Shen Yebai laughed in anger, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"Oh……"
Shen Yebai gripped his longsword, his aura surging to a terrifying level. The tip of his sword was pointed directly at the two men, his gaze seeming to be fixed on two corpses.
"Then you can all die."
Shen Yebai uttered a sentence lightly, and the next second a white light flashed, and a powerful sword intent swept towards the two of them like Mount Tai pressing down.
This was the first time Shen Yebai had shown his strength in front of Qin Moyu. Only then did Qin Moyu realize that he had underestimated Shen Yebai from the beginning. When he found out that Shen Yebai really wanted to kill those two people, his expression changed.
Putting aside whether these two deserved to die, if Shen Yebai were to kill two people at this moment in the Guanlan Sect, one of whom was a disciple of the Guanlan Sect, he would probably face endless pursuit from the Guanlan Sect.
"Ye Bai! Stop! You can't kill them!" Qin Moyu shouted anxiously, hoping that Shen Ye Bai would stop.
However, it was all too late. Whether Shen Yebai didn't hear it or not, the sword intent rushed straight towards the two of them.
Chapter Seventeen: Apprenticeship - Master: Thank you for the invitation, but the person has already been...
Shen Yebai had no intention of leaving any survivors, so his sword intent showed no mercy. Gu Jia and the demonic cultivator, facing the sword intent head-on, realized they had provoked the wrong person. Escape was impossible; the sword energy had already locked their retreat. The two exchanged a glance and tacitly chose to join forces.
Although they knew it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, neither of them wanted to give up until the very last second.
The sword intent came too fast. The demonic cultivator only had time to use his heavy sword to block in front of the two of them. While frantically urging his spiritual energy to resist, the tattoo on his face became even more vivid.
Gu Jia stood behind him, taking out all the protective gear he had time to retrieve, and placed his right hand on the demonic cultivator's back to channel spiritual energy into him.
These actions sound lengthy, but in reality, they only took a few breaths before Shen Yebai's sword intent was already at the city gates.
Unlike the devastating destruction of demonic cultivators, Shen Yebai's sword intent was more about dissolving—that is, everything that came into contact with his sword intent, whether it was armor or spiritual energy shields, was broken down at a despairing speed, like winter snow melting away.
The demonic cultivator knew he couldn't stop it, but even as death approached, his eyes were filled with excitement.
He'd rather die by the sword than live a life of dishonor. Defeated by overwhelming power, he died with a clear conscience.
Gu Jia watched helplessly as the sword intent easily passed through his protective gear and was about to pierce the demonic cultivator's heavy sword. He thought it was all over and gave up struggling, closing his eyes.
So be it, let's just say dying under the peony blossoms is still a romantic death. I just wonder if Father will take his anger out on Qin Moyu...
The expected pain did not come; instead, a familiar voice rang out.
"Dare to kill someone within the Guanlan Sect? They're showing no respect for me."
Gu Jia suddenly opened his eyes and saw a white-clad man with a gourd hanging from his waist standing in front of him, with ten-centimeter-long cracks carved into the sides by sword intent, demonstrating the power of the attack.
The white-robed man's expression was not good; he was none other than the late-arriving Master Xuanjing.
Without Xuanjing Zhenren making a move, the cracks in the ground created by Shen Yebai's sword intent filled up from bottom to top, and in the blink of an eye, the ground was restored to its original state.
Shen Yebai did not reply.
He didn't know why, but after hearing what those two people said, he was filled with rage. The anger of having his treasure coveted made him even forget that he was in the Guanlan Sect.
Master Xuanjing sneered and raised his hand.
A powerful pressure enveloped Shen Yebai, and his face turned pale instantly, as if he were under immense pressure. He staggered, and Qin Moyu quickly supported him.
—Pretending to be something you're not.
Master Xuanjing thought disdainfully.
"Grandmaster!"
Master Xuanjing turned around and gestured to Li Zhishan, who had rushed over, to go and check on Gu Jia.
Li Zhishan nodded repeatedly and walked to Gu Jia's side: "Senior brother, are you alright?"
“I’m fine… Is this Master Xuanjing…” Gu Jia stared blankly at the back of Master Xuanjing. He had grown up listening to Master Xuanjing’s stories since childhood. Although he had never left the sect for more than ten years, he had often missed Master Xuanjing for various reasons and had never met him.
He knew that Master Xuanjing was strong, but he never knew that Master Xuanjing was this strong. He always thought that he was one of the best among his peers. Even if it was that demonic cultivator with domineering techniques, he was confident that he could win if it was a life-or-death struggle. That's why he was so confident that he wanted to confess to Qin Moyu.
But reality told him that he couldn't even withstand a single blow from Shen Yebai, while Xuanjing Zhenren could injure him with just a wave of his hand. He suddenly realized that he wasn't as powerful as he had imagined.
"I'm too weak..." Gu Jia muttered to himself.
"What?" Li Zhishan didn't hear what Gu Jia said clearly.
"nothing."