The Jiuhua Sect focuses mainly on water based spells out of the five elements, and as expected its disciples can manipulate ice and water extremely well. Seeing that their senior brother has froze that rash man, the rest of the disciples laughed heartily.
"Su Yishui is only capable of training such trash and he has the audacity to challenge us?"
This angered the few Xishan young disciples who had just arrived.
Senior brother Gao Cang was about to rush over, but was stopped by his junior sister Ranran behind him. Their Uncle Master hadn't even made half a move before being frozen into an ice lump. These novice disciples who had just entered the sect, what can they even achieve?
Gao Cang thought that his younger sister was scared and just glared with wide eyes: "A man can be killed but not insulted! These bastards have bullied us to our faces, how can we be cowards?"
Ranran whispered softly, "Senior brother, aren't you really good with your slingshot?"
Saying that, she reached into her waist and took out the pill that had been thrown on the ground by Shifu earlier, pinched it into several small balls with her fingers, handed them to the senior brother, and then pointed to the slingshot on his waist.
The slingshot was what he usually used to hit birds with. Seeing that his junior sister took out her refined pill, Gao Cang immediately understood.
He had eaten this thing and had been paralyzed in bed for a whole day and night! So Gao Cang quickly raised his slingshot and shot out his junior sister's Qingxin pill.
Gao Cang came from a military family, so his slingshot was specially made and very powerful.
Those few small pills shot straight into the mouths of the Jiuhua disciples who were laughing heartily.
The pill melts in the mouth immediately, so those disciples couldn't spit it out even if they wanted to, and the taste… was too delicious!
The few people smacked their mouths a few times, then glared and said, "You little brat, what did you shoot over?"
Just at this moment, Ranran calmly took off the snack bag from her waist, took out a handful of smoked jerky, and scattered it on the ground like she was feeding dogs.
Wei Fang raised his eyebrows, not understanding what the thin girl was doing.
But at this moment, a few of his disciples behind him widened their eyes, their nostrils moving nonstop. Finally, they couldn't bear it anymore, they bent down and started picking up and eating the meat that had fallen on the ground.
The appearance of each one of them, were as if they were hungry ghosts reincarnated. Where was a trace of dignity from disciples of a famous righteous Sect?
Qiu Xier couldn't help but clap and laugh: "Where did this group of wild dogs come from, no wonder they were barking so loudly, it turns out they were hungry and looking for food!"
Wei Fang was also stunned. He hurriedly scolded in a low voice, but those disciples continued to lower their heads and pick up food to eat, some had mud on their mouths but did not care, looking like hungry ghosts.
This also astonished the disciples of the other two major sects, Kongshan sect and the Mt Feiyun sect , who arrived later.
Wei Fang knew that his disciples had been tricked, and the dignity of the Jiuhua Sect was utterly lost by these disciples today. He could only compose his ashen face and put the few disciples who were picking up food on the ground to sleep by hitting their acupoints.
If he couldn't regain their dignity today, how could he, as the tenth-generation eldest disciple of the Jiuhua Sect, have the nerve to go back to see his Master? Thinking of this, he actually pulled out his sword and rushed towards Gao Cang and the others with killing intent.
But just as the sword was about to strike, a wave of heat surged and he was driven back at once. Just then, the frozen Yu Chen was also freed from the ice that shackled him. Screaming and grabbing Wei Fang's collar, he threw him far away with extraordinary force.
At this moment, everyone who broke into the mountain gate heard a clear and cold voice echoing in the air: "Xishan does not welcome distant guests, Su is in seclusion, so we won't be entertaining you all."
The voice was so very real, approaching closer and closer, as if someone was talking beside their ears, which made their hair stand on end. The disciples of the three major sects couldn't help but retreat a few steps.
They knew that the person speaking was not nearby. This was the technique of thousand-mile voice channeling used by people with extremely high cultivation.
Thinking that Su Yishui, who was only thirty-six years old, when compared with common cultivators of hundreds of years old, he could only be considered a youngster; but his cultivation progress had far exceeded ordinary people.
Although rumors in the past ten years have suggested that Su Yishui's cultivation has not recovered well, which was why he has been living in seclusion. Unexpectedly, the move he showed today is still beyond the reach of these disciples from sects with some reputation.
This was true especially for the disciples of the Jiuhua Sect, who were secretly glad that Mu Qingge had taken Su Yishui away from the Jiuhua Sect back then.
Otherwise, if there was such a talented junior in the sect, when would they ever be able to stand out?
Su Yishui obviously hasn't come out of seclusion yet, and once again used the technique of thousand-mile voice channeling to emit a piercing long shrill, sending the uninvited guests out of Xishan's mountain gate all at once.
One of those who came from the Kongshan Sect this time was a woman in her thirties with a beautiful appearance, but unfortunately, there was a striking slanting scar on her right cheek.
The scar-faced woman was shaken out of the mountain gate and channeling her qi, stood on the treetops. She also used her spiritual power to send a message to the top of Xishan, saying, "Yishui, we bear no ill intentions in coming here. My Master also invites you to come forward to jointly resist the demonic cultivator Wei Jiu. You surely don't want the tragedy of the past to happen again… The disciples of the Jiuhua Sect were a bit reckless and impolite. I will apologize to you on their behalf!"
After saying this, she took a long hard look at the Xishan peak covered by lush greenery, hoping for a response from Su Yishui.
However, after waiting for a long time, the mountain top remained silent. The woman showed a most wistful look and left with the disciples of the Kongshan Sect.
Yu Chen, who had practiced with his master in the past, was now the Uncle Master of Gao Cang and Bai Boshan. He was upset that he didn't perform well today, almost losing his dignity before the younger generation. After shaking off the water droplets from his body and clearing his throat, he angrily cursed the disciples of the Jiuhua Sect for being treacherous and hateful for launching a sneak attack, causing him to fall into their trap.
If they were real men, they should come back and have a fair fight with him for three hundred rounds.
Ranran, being considerate, immediately echoed, "Uncle Master, you were just going easy on them because they are young. Later, I'll make you a delicious sweet red bean soup to prevent you from catching a cold."
After easily easing what is an awkward situation, she naturally won the favor of her Uncle Master. Yu Chen smiled at Ranran satisfactorily, shook off the water from his body again, and went to the meditation room to practice his cultivation earnestly.
At dinner, both Yu Chen and Yu Tong were not present, so the young ones ate together. As usual, the dinner prepared by Xue Ranran was delicious, and the fresh and savory braised meatballs were highly praised.
During the meal, Bai Boshan continued to show off the strange tales of immortal cultivation he had garnered. He asked his fellow disciples if they had noticed anything unusual when confronting the three major sects during the day.
Qiu Xier's mother was a matchmaker in the town, so she was quite worldly and understood the nuances of male and female relationships. She rolled her eyes and said mysteriously, "That woman from the Kongshan Sect with a scar on her face actually called our Shifu 'Yishui'… Why does it sound a bit …you know?"
Bai Boshan immediately looked at the third junior sister with approval and said, "Do you know? That woman with a scar on her face is the Great Elder of the Kongshan Sect, Wen Hongshan. The Kongshan Sect and the Jiuhua Sect are very close and their disciples often practice cultivation together."
Our Shifu used to be a disciple of the Jiuhua Sect and had a close relationship with Wen Hongshan. At one point, they almost became an immortal couple."
Xue Ranran, who loved to hear about the gossip of the older generation, asked while biting into a fried cake, "Then why didn't it work out? Could it be that my Shifu was rejected because he had no face?"
Bai Boshan, who was well-versed in the history of Xishan's immortals, dismissed the idea, "Do you think our Shifu has always been faceless? The name of Yishui Xianjun was so famous, who didn't know it? How many women wanted to become an immortal couple with our Shifu! And there were even some men… In short, our Shifu's charm was immense!"
Everyone at the table listened with sparkling eyes, and Qiu Xier became flustered, urging, "What happened after that?"
Bai Boshan first bowed with cupped fists to the ancestral hall of Lingxi Palace to apologize to the former GrandMaster, then lowered his voice slightly and said, "How could our former GrandMaster, the female demon, allow others to touch her favored disciple? Just like that, with a wave of her hand, she slashed Wen Hongshan's face, and the wonderful fate of the immortal couple was broken in an instant…"
Xue Ranran couldn't help but gasp, feeling that if the former GrandMaster Mu Qingge really acted like this, wasn't it too extreme.
Didn't she know that a melon forcibly taken before its time won't be sweet? To disrupt someone else's perfect marriage for no reason, it's no wonder she ended up with a shattered soul.
"Have you all had enough?"
Just as the four of them were sharing the love history of their Shifu, a cold voice suddenly came from behind them—Yu Tong, the Second Uncle Master, was standing behind them with a stern expression.
Bai Boshan, who had been talkative, immediately shrank his neck like a quail.
Compared to the carefree Uncle Master, their Second Uncle Master Yu Tong, who was meticulous about everything, and was not easy to fool. If she found any fault, they couldn't escape the hard labor of carrying water up and down the mountain.
However, this time, Yu Tong just glared at them and then said to Xue Ranran, "The Master wants you to go to the mountain top."
Su Yishui had been in seclusion for half a month. It was unclear why he wanted her to meet him before coming out of seclusion. Xue Ranran quickly drank a sip of water and followed Yu Tong to the top of the mountain.
The path to the mountain top was all stone steps. If it were the old Ranran, she would have been exhausted and lying flat after climbing a few steps.
However, since she became a disciple on Xishan, her Shifu had not given her the root spirit water again. Besides meditating, her daily routine was just watering the small tree transplanted outside the window.
Perhaps it was the natural environment of the mountains that nourished her; she had never been so comfortable and healthy from her childhood until now.
Yu Tong did not use the riding wind technique, perhaps to let Ranran exercise her muscles and work out, so she accompanied her step by step to the top of the mountain.
However, when they reached the last few steps, Yu Tong did not go up but let her go alone.
When she reached the mountain top, Ranran followed the stone path to the cave entrance. Just as she reached the entrance, she smelled a strong scent of medicine brewing in the cave.
When she peeked inside, Su Yishui was sitting next to the cave entrance, brewing tea.
However, Ranran's attention was drawn to a small bundle of white fluff curled up beside the tea stove. "Shifu, where did this cat come from? It's so cute!"
For some reason, after Ranran spoke, the cat bared its teeth and meowed, although it looked fierce, it was a babyishly cute "meow".
Su Yishui glanced at the cat still acting fierce and pointed to the table opposite: "I got some good tea. Sit down and have a cup."
Perhaps it was because he was alone in the mountains, Su Yishui did not wear a mask. He did not even tie up his long black hair in a crown. It just cascaded down like a black waterfall, reaching his waist.
Beautiful people are always suitable whether with light or heavy makeup. Shifu, with his eyebrows and eyes exposed, was no exception. The disheveled hair that seemed sloppy on others became poetic and free-spirited on him.
Xue Ranran had previously listened to the second senior brother's stories about the grievances and stories of their elders and found them somewhat exaggerated.
But now, looking at Shifu with his handsome eyebrows and starry eyes, she felt that it was quite possible for someone to lose their mind and slash someone's face in order to compete for such an incredibly outrageous stunning man.