It was clear that having a beautiful face came with its perks. How could someone as innocent and naïve as Mò Lián ever suspect that he had ulterior motives?
It's no surprise that in many stories, the villains are often strikingly handsome, while the heroes tend to be more average-looking.
Mò Lián's expression darkened, her mood shifting as his words hit a sensitive spot.
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"What is this? Is this truly the face of the Azure Cloud Sect? One of the six great sects of the Southern Desolate, stooping so low as to bully the weak to gain favor with the strong!"
"From start to finish, not a single person thought to ask the Azure Cloud Young Miss for her opinion! Today, I will demand justice for her!"
"If being silent in the face of power is what it means to be a disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, then I renounce my discipleship!"
"But remember this, Sect Leader of Azure Cloud Sect: I, Yún Xiāo, will repay today's humiliation in the near future!" The grand hall, magnificent in its splendor, bore witness to the defiant shout of a young disciple.
Yún Xiāo, a robust youth with a strikingly handsome face and an unwavering presence, stood at the center of the hall. His fists were clenched tightly, his voice resonating with righteous anger as he glared at the elevated platform before him.
He was no ordinary youth—an Inner Sect Disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect—yet his boldness challenged the authority of the hall.
"WHAT AUDACITY?! How dare a mere Inner Sect Disciple confront the Sect Leader? Are you tired of living?" An Inner Sect Elder, exuding an oppressive and fearsome aura, stood beside him. The Elder's face had turned pale with fury, veins bulging on his forehead.
The thought filled him with dread, but also a burning desire to crush Yún Xiāo himself.
Among the guests, Elders from various powers gathered for the coronation watched with keen interest, their expressions smug.
To them, Yún Xiāo was merely a performer in a farcical play, attempting to challenge forces far beyond his reach. Finally, a voice cut through the murmurs like a thunderclap.
"So, you are Yún Xiāo?" The voice was deep, steady, and commanding, each word carrying the weight of mountains.
A middle-aged man, seated at the center of the grand platform, had spoken. His previously closed eyes opened, revealing irises that glowed with golden light.
The divine radiance flickered and flowed around him, radiating a terrifying majesty. The air in the hall grew heavy, and an oppressive aura descended upon everyone present.
This was the Sect Leader of the Azure Cloud Sect—an unrivaled master, whose presence silenced even the boldest whispers.
"You come from a small place in the Azure Territory.
After crossing through a hundred dynasties, you finally earned the right to stand here as a disciple of my Azure Cloud Sect.
And now, you dare renounce that identity?" The Sect Leader's words echoed in the hall, each syllable pressing down like an iron hammer.
Yún Xiāo gritted his teeth as he felt the crushing weight of the Sect Leader's aura. Cold sweat beaded on his brow, but he refused to lower his head.
His voice, trembling yet resolute, broke through the suffocating pressure.
"Sect Leader, I merely seek justice for the Young Miss! I cannot stand by and watch her be pushed into a pit of fire!" The conviction in his words made the hall tremble with a righteous fervor.
Yún Xiāo's eyes unconsciously drifted toward the woman standing among the gathered disciples.
She was stunning—her features graceful and refined, her gaze like the serene ripples of an autumn lake. Dressed in a flowing green gown of exquisite silk, her ethereal beauty seemed otherworldly.
Her calm demeanor, untouched by the chaos around her, made her appear as though she had descended from the heavens.
However, notwithstanding Yún Xiāo's fervent appeal, she maintained an unemotional expression as if nothing of it mattered for her.The Sect Leader's anger clouds became even thicker, his former icy tone next to it.
"Using words such as 'pit of fire'? It sure is daring…"It just dawned on the people, and suddenly their expressions writhed as they were trying to keep laugher locked inside.
Well, it turns out the core of the matter was that Yún Xiāo was angry at his jealousy and arrogance on realizing that the person who was once the object of his silent love was now another man's property that he couldn't stand.
Apart from many people who were also at least enviable and double-minded, none were so stupid as to agree they were in public.
None of them wanted to deal with someone who was now the leader of the sect and, earlier, proudly commanded severe respect. However, had everyone looking towards him.
He had been calm and quiet all the while, drinking tea carelessly without even paying attention to the fuss happening in front of him.
He was quite unruled; however, his mere presence was dominant, a complete contrast between his unobtrusive manner and his imposing character.
He was Lei Ying.
At this, the guests' hearts sank. Lei Ying was a totally different character from Yún Xiāo, plunged in his own kind of hysteria and fright. It was all hushed up with his fearsome mantle of the unheard of and the immense might of his.
Status
Host: Lei Ying
Title: Youngest Son of the Lei Family
Cultivation: Core Formation Realm
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Future Knowledge Archive: Accessible
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