With the ethereal voice of the Frost Moon Sword Immortal drifting over the scene, a group of immortals gradually descended into the grove nearby.
These were female disciples of the Misty Spirit Sect, all here to attend the Heavenly Beauty Summit, dressed in the sect's pale robes and following in orderly formation behind Shen Shuanglian.
At the front of the group walked Shen Shuanglian, their eldest senior sister, her light blue attire fitted close to her figure, her style simple and serene, exuding a calm elegance like the moon's soft glow.
As she moved toward the gathering, the disciples of Tianluo Sect instinctively parted to make way, not one daring to stand in her path.
"What's going on here, with such a commotion?" she asked softly.
The moment Luo Qiaoqiao saw Shen Shuanglian, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.
In an instant, she swished her skirts and stepped in front of Chen Yin, shielding him behind her as she spoke with a mocking tone:
"Well, isn't this the famous Frost Moon Sword Immortal herself, Shen Shuanglian?"
"So, your Misty Spirit Sect has extended its reach to meddle in our Tianluo Sect's business, has it?"
For a moment, Luo Qiaoqiao's crimson dress seemed to steal away half the sky's color. Her aura matched Shen Shuanglian's perfectly, even surpassing it in intensity.
Shen Shuanglian seemed unbothered by her pointed tone and replied gently:
"Certainly not. I'm merely passing through with my junior sisters. I happened to sense the disturbance here and came over out of concern."
"If this is merely an internal matter of the Tianluo Sect, we'll leave right away."
Her tone was calm and courteous, her voice as clear and melodious as heavenly music, conveying a pleasant dignity in just a few words.
Faced with such impeccable words, even Luo Qiaoqiao couldn't pick a fight so easily. She pursed her lips slightly, then said coolly:
"If that's the case, then don't get in the way. Move along."
Shen Shuanglian's long lashes quivered slightly as she turned to leave, but then her gaze casually swept over Luo Qiaoqiao's shoulder.
Her steps stopped suddenly, her eyes widening a little.
"Chen—Chen Yin?"
Seeing he was discovered, Chen Yin had no choice but to step out from behind Luo Qiaoqiao with an awkward grin, waving a little.
"Hey, Senior Sister still remembers me, huh?"
"What are you doing here?" Shen Shuanglian's eyes shone with an indescribable light, a hint of bewilderment in her tone. But before she could say anything further, Luo Qiaoqiao cut her off, stepping once more in front of Chen Yin to shield him.
"As I said, this is a Tianluo Sect matter, and he's a disciple of the Tianluo Sect."
"If you have nothing else to do, shouldn't you be busy with training? I wouldn't want to make you cry at the Heavenly Beauty Summit."
Shen Shuanglian ignored Luo Qiaoqiao's taunt and simply focused her beautiful gaze on Chen Yin, asking him hesitantly:
"Why are you with her?"
"Uh… it's a long story, haha," Chen Yin replied, scratching his head nervously, sweat already breaking out on his back.
Who knew how his senior sister would interpret his ambiguous involvement with Luo Qiaoqiao? If she had a strict personality and scolded him for being lax in his personal life, it'd only be him left to suffer.
Luo Qiaoqiao, eyes narrowed, a touch of irritation in her voice, responded:
"For the last time, this is my business. Stay out of it."
Unexpectedly, this time Shen Shuanglian answered back, her tone serious, "I'm speaking to him."
And from start to finish, she didn't even glance at Luo Qiaoqiao.
A flicker of anger flashed in Luo Qiaoqiao's eyes.
"Well, well, are you looking for a fight, Miss Blue Robes?"
"If you want to fight, then let's fight," Shen Shuanglian replied, her expression impassive.
In an instant, waves of spiritual energy soared into the sky, sending birds scattering from the trees as spiritual energy filled the air.
It was clear that Shen Shuanglian and Luo Qiaoqiao were indeed the most distinguished young female cultivators of the immortal world. For both to reach the Unrestricted Realm at their age was astonishing; the sheer force of their energy was incredible.
Adding to that, their styles were complete opposites. Luo Qiaoqiao, clad in her fiery red dress, was as fierce and vibrant as blooming flowers; Shen Shuanglian, as cool as snow, stood serene and graceful like silver moonlight.
The disciples from the Tianluo Sect and Misty Spirit Sect drew their weapons in unison, and the tension in the air grew taut, ready to snap.
And there, caught in the middle of it all, stood Chen Yin, the fuse between them, trembling in bewilderment.
—What was even happening here? How had things reached this point? And what should he do?
How could the two most celebrated immortal maidens of the cultivation world be squaring off over him after only a few words?
Luo Qiaoqiao's reaction he could understand—she considered him her possession. Her actions were nothing more than a puppy protecting its food.
But what on earth was his senior sister so worked up about?
To be honest, Chen Yin wasn't very close to her. Aside from her attempts to recruit him into the main sect before and after his rebirth, they'd hardly interacted.
Even in his previous life, when he spent five years at the main sect, he'd rarely had a chance to meet her, let alone communicate with her.
Now, however, her sudden protectiveness left Chen Yin completely baffled.
But he didn't have time to think further. Having two Unrestricted Realm immortal maidens fighting over him would definitely be big news. And Chen Yin had zero interest in becoming the center of such a story.
Hurriedly, he stepped forward, inserting himself between the two of them with a grin.
"Hold on! We're all on the same side. Let's talk it out, no need to fight!"
"Same side?" Luo Qiaoqiao huffed, pouting in displeasure. "Who's on the same side with her?"
But as soon as Chen Yin stepped in front of her, Shen Shuanglian withdrew her imposing aura immediately, as if afraid of hurting him.
At his words, Shen Shuanglian's gaze softened, a glimmer of hesitation passing through her eyes as she murmured, almost inaudibly,
"Same side…"
"It's all just a big misunderstanding!"
Chen Yin continued his gentle persuasion, "Why don't we all just go together to the Heavenly Beauty Summit? Fighting all the time really isn't good for you ladies—it's bound to bring wrinkles and age you faster."
"Senior Sister, there's no need to worry. Sister Qiaoqiao just wants me to join her on the way to the gathering; she doesn't mean any harm."
Hearing him address her as "Sister Qiaoqiao," Shen Shuanglian paused, her gaze momentarily lowering.
"Is that so…"
Watching Shen Shuanglian's reaction, Chen Yin suddenly realized this might be the perfect opportunity to slip away.
"But," he said, looking troubled, "I actually came to accompany my junior sister to the competition. She's still waiting for me, and I really shouldn't leave her to go with Sister Qiaoqiao. Yet, Sister Qiaoqiao is so…insistent."
With just a few words, Shen Shuanglian seemed to understand immediately. She raised her head to look at Chen Yin.
"Would you rather not go with her?"
"Cough… It's not that I don't want to," Chen Yin cleared his throat. "But I do have unfinished business to attend to, and I can't let it slide."
"I understand."
Shen Shuanglian nodded and then turned to Luo Qiaoqiao. "Let him come with me."
"Hmph. And who do you think you are, ordering me around?" Luo Qiaoqiao sneered, raising her chin. "I'm not intimidated by your title as the Frost Moon Sword Immortal."
Then she turned to Chen Yin, her gaze softening into one of reproach and hurt.
"Didn't you say you'd come with me?"
"I'm really sorry." Chen Yin sighed helplessly and cupped his hands apologetically. "I'm honored by Sister Qiaoqiao's invitation, but I truly have pressing matters to deal with."
"Once I've taken care of everything, I'll come find you. How about that?"
"No!" Luo Qiaoqiao, suddenly anxious, grabbed the sleeve of his robe. "What if you leave me behind again?"
"This time, I'm taking you with me, no matter what," she insisted, her tone fierce as she turned back to Shen Shuanglian with a determined glare.
But Shen Shuanglian returned her look with equal intensity, saying seriously, "He's a disciple of the Misty Spirit Sect. He should come with me."
As the two enchanting immortals eyed each other with increasing tension, about to clash once again, Chen Yin took a deep breath.
And then, with a sigh, he spoke in a calm yet firm voice: "That's enough."
His words instantly dissipated the fierce aura around both women, and their expressions turned somewhat apprehensive.
"I'm not a possession." His gaze was calm and steady, his tone slightly cooler.
"I wasn't…" Luo Qiaoqiao's voice softened, and she tugged gently on his sleeve, glancing up at him cautiously. "Are you upset?"
Shen Shuanglian's eyes also held a hint of unease.
Chen Yin shook his head.
"Sister Luo. I appreciate your kindness, but I really must attend to the task at hand. I can't do as you wish."
"If you truly want to see me, I'll come find you once the Heavenly Beauty Summit concludes."
Luo Qiaoqiao, not daring to argue further, nodded meekly. "Alright… I'll wait for you then."
Chen Yin then turned to Shen Shuanglian, offering a slight bow.
"Thank you, Senior Sister, for stepping in. But my junior sister is still waiting for me in the city, so I should return to her instead of accompanying you."
"After all, you represent the main sect. Spending too much time with us branch disciples might cause some gossip. I wish you a safe journey."
Shen Shuanglian opened her mouth as if to say something, but she swallowed her words before they could escape. A subtle trace of bitterness flickered in her eyes.
A moment later, she lowered her gaze and murmured softly, "...Alright."
"Take care."
She looked at him one last time before turning to leave with the disciples of the Misty Spirit Sect in tow.
Meanwhile, Luo Qiaoqiao stuck out her tongue at Shen Shuanglian's retreating figure before reluctantly taking Chen Yin's hand.
"Alright, I'll be off then."
"When the Heavenly Beauty Summit is over, you have to come find me," she said, pouting playfully as she gently shook his hand, her eyes brimming with an endearing hint of longing.
"If you dare stand me up, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth."
She finished by waving a small fist in mock threat.
Chen Yin nodded helplessly. "I promise."
Satisfied, Luo Qiaoqiao rejoined the female disciples of the Tianluo Sect.
Just before leaving, she spun around, calling out to him one last time.
"Chen—Yin—!"
"If I claim the title of the top immortal at the gathering and become the world's most beautiful girl—"
"Will you come with me?"
Chen Yin paused, then smiled slightly.
"No need to become the world's most beautiful girl."
"To me, you're already more than impressive enough."
Hearing this, Luo Qiaoqiao's face lit up with a brilliant smile, and her fiery silhouette vanished into the forest.
As everyone departed, the grove gradually returned to its natural state, with birds chirping and a trickling stream nearby, alongside a stark sword mark left on the ground.
—Who would've thought that his usual casual charm would end up saving his life today?
Women truly are hard to understand.
With a sigh, Chen Yin resumed his carefree, leisurely demeanor and strolled back toward the city.
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