'A lady is supposed to behave.'
'A fine lady is supposed to be virtuous.'
'A fine lady is supposed to… dammit, I am fine but not a lady, ah!'
Even back in the Land of Celestial Deities, Yin was not best known for her pranks. No, she was infamous for her irritable personality and short temper, the nightmare of every mortal and immortal who happened to cross her path. She wasn't stingy when it came to giving face smacks, and her filter-free mouth could cause even the Thousand-armed Buddha to lose his temper.
One would have thought that as a daughter of Primordial Chaos, who was praised to be more beautiful than the moon, she would be a woman as gentle as water and as pure as ice.
Those who had heard her name and titles would imagine her as an all-powerful deity that personifies feminity, the 'perfect goddess' in everyone's minds.
However, Yin was daughter raised during a time of battle and war. Every day, she could see and hear generals, warriors, sages, immortals, and even deities alike cursing, brawling, rioting, killing… in short, she grew up in a bad environment.
Her patience? It barely existed.
She could try to rein in her temper for a while, but only when there is a convincing offer or benefit worth her time. Like when her family is present. No, not even then.
With her explosive personality, once she was triggered even by the tiniest insult, even her brothers and sisters knew that it is better to run away…
Yin's Dao is a carefree Dao, a pursuit of the freedom, a path of happiness!
She is and will always be an honest soul with a fragile heart! Those who dared trample on her fragile maiden heart—
"You brat, what did you say?"
The old servant narrowed his tiny, beady eyes at her. His face paled as if he was physically slapped in the face.
"Want me to repeat?" she chuckled. "Do you enjoy being dissed?"
Everyone within hearing range shared the same dumbfounded expressions. They could not believe that someone dared to insult someone from the Qing Blessed Lands. Even if it was the lowliest of servants, even if it is just a relative of a mere messenger, anyone who knew the ropes would never, ever find fault with someone from the only overlord of the land.
Even the frail boy in golden robes lost his composure for a few seconds. He had to take in a sharp inhale of air before he could force a laugh.
"Girl, weren't you just pretending to be timid just now? Why the change of heart?"
The frail boy gestured for the old servant to let him down. The old servant carefully placed him on the ground and soundlessly stepped back with a bowed head.
It could be seen that even though he was young, the frail boy was someone adept with the workings of the palace, someone who knew how to order and be obeyed. Not only was he mature, he could even notice and interpret from the smallest of things.
Unlike a certain thirty-one-year-old someone that Yin knew.
Yin raised her brow, her smile prettier than the prettiest wisterias. "Maybe, because someone overstepped his boundaries."
A silence so freezing descended over the place. It was as if no one dared to breathe.
"This young master praises your guts," the frail boy let out a dimpled smile. "When beating the dog, you ought to give face to its master. I wonder if you are aware of this saying."
Yin never liked word games. She simply scoffed, "I have nothing to be afraid of."
"Is this because of the senior that the tenth elder mentioned?"
Listening to their easy, pleasant tones and seeing their young ages, an outsider would never have guessed these two were already fighting through a battle of words!
Yin slowly put a stray strand of hair that escaped her double-buns behind her small ear. Ever so casually, she tilted her head to the side.
"Does my confidence have to be from a senior of mine?"
As they talked, the crowd around them slowly stepped back and quietly dispersed. By now, the higher ups of the Ye Sect had been informed of the incident and had given orders for the news to be locked out of the public. After all, the identity of one of the parties as a direct descendant of the Qing Imperial Family was sensitive.
As Ye Mo just arrived at the sect, the truth of the incident inside Ming Yue Sect had not yet reached the ears of the Patriarch and other elders. If they knew, Patriarch Ye Wuqing and the Second Elder, Li Yun Tian, would have personally made an appearance.
"Does my confidence have to be from a senior of mine?" the little girl repeated a little bashfully. "Can it not be from me?"
Strength is the most powerful voice in this world. Even if one doesn't want to listen, one can beat up that person so he would listen!
Without warning, a clap of thunder smashed through everyone's souls.
Heavy!
Frightening!
It was the divine sense of someone at least at the peak of Nascent Divinity Realm!
It had to be remembered that Ye Mo is only at the early Nascent Divinity Realm, a peak Divine Awakening stage cultivator. The strongest known existence in the Ye Sect is Patriarch Ye Wuqing, yet he is only at the middle Nascent Divinity Realm, the Divine Profound Stage.
Even the strongest expert inside the Ye Sect right now, the old servant guarding the frail Qing boy, was a half-step Divine Ascension Stage cultivator. Still, he too was only in the middle Nascent Divinity Realm!
Everyone but Ye Mo and Little Yin looked pale and disoriented. The little boy had not even started the road to cultivation. The old servant behind him had to protect him, thus receiving double the pressure. If not, the frail boy's fleshly body would not be able to tolerate it and he would have died from shock!
"Y-You… you actually…"
They knew that the source of this powerful consciousness was not Ye Mo, who looked a little embarrassed right now as he touched his nose.
It was from the little girl that Li Xiao Yang wanted to bully!
The orphan girl that Ye Mo picked up!
"Ah, this feels much better after all." Yin straightened out her newly-bought pink robes. Her pearly white teeth showed as she laughed in delight. "Yo, little boy, you were saying? Are you insulted because I insulted your dog? Want to ask me why I dare? Want to probe me once again?"
Suddenly, Li Xiao Yang and that old servant fell on their knees and vomited out blood. Yin was a very vengeful spirit. It could be seen by how she tidied up the Ming Yue Sect for trying to dupe her.
"Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, ah? Do you dare do that again?"
The little boy was flustered for a bit, and his short gasp-like breaths could tell his frame of mind right now… but as someone from the Imperial Family, he was quick to calm down and calculate the odds to force the best outcome. Only he would know what kind of chaos there is inside his young heart.
"Lady Yin, no, Fairy Yin," the frail boy slightly bowed after several breaths of time. "How about I take the initiative to invite you to my temporary humble abode for a cup of tea? I will take full responsibility for this incident. The two of us are around the same age. You might find us having a common topic to talk about."