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Chapter 469: Disciple, Please Spare Me (4)

Upon entering the grand hall, the elders and peak masters had already begun taking their seats one by one.

 

As soon as Shen Mubai sat down, she felt a disdainful gaze sweep over her.

Lifting her eyes, she saw a man beside her, appearing to be in his forties with a mean-looking face and narrow eyes.

He was staring at her coldly, the corners of his mouth curling into a malicious smile.

“Master Suyi, it’s been a long time. I wonder how Xueling Peak is doing these days?”

This man was none other than Yuan Ling, who had previously discarded Yan Rong to Liu Yuezhen.

Both of them knew full well the hidden meaning behind his words.

Shen Mubai raised her chin slightly, her tone laced with disdain as she replied, “Master Yuan Ling, you’d better worry about your own peak. Your chief disciple—how many years has it been? What? Still hasn’t managed to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage?”

Yuan Ling’s face darkened, and he retorted coldly, “That’s still better than your three useless disciples.”

With a mocking sneer, he added, “Oh, I almost forgot. You also have an inner disciple with a crippled spiritual root.”

Shen Mubai found this old man utterly revolting, but she feigned anger, snapping back, “Hah, you know full well what really happened. With a master like you, it’s no wonder he’s been plagued by bad luck for eight lifetimes.”

Yuan Ling’s expression grew even more menacing, his gaze icy as he responded, “Master Suyi, you should think carefully before you speak. Besides, he’s no longer my disciple. I’ve been more than fair to him. On the other hand, I’ve heard his time on Xueling Peak has been far from pleasant.”

Just as Shen Mubai was about to reply, the sect leader’s voice cut through the tension.

“I’ve gathered you all here today to discuss the matter of the secret realm opening in three months.”

Within the sect of Qiyang, there was a small secret realm that opened every six years.

Entry was limited, and only those below the mid-Golden Core stage could enter.

Each peak had a restricted number of slots, capped at three.

Naturally, the competition for these slots was fierce, as elders and masters alike would prioritize their most promising disciples.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ling mocked, “Master Suyi, your Xueling Peak has only four inner disciples altogether. I suppose you don’t even need to choose. After all, one of them has crippled spiritual roots and no cultivation to speak of. How could they possibly enter the secret realm?”

Shen Mubai was thoroughly disgusted but paused as an idea flickered in her mind.

Seeing her uncharacteristically smiling instead of getting angry, Yuan Ling’s eyes briefly flashed with surprise.

Shen Mubai said, “Wasn’t Yan Rong a dual-spiritual-root cultivator back then? If I manage to heal him, wouldn’t Xueling peak gain a brilliant genius? At that time, I’ll have to thank Master Yuan Ling for personally delivering such an excellent disciple to me.”

Hearing her bold words, Yuan Ling assumed she must have been so enraged that she’d lost her senses.

He secretly mocked her while outwardly putting on a surprised expression.

“Oh? And what does Master Suyi mean by this?”

Shen Mubai stared coldly at him.

“Naturally, I intend to heal Yan Rong.”

Yuan Ling laughed wildly in his heart.

No one understood better than him the extent of Yan Rong’s crippled spiritual roots.

Listening to Liu Yuezhen’s words now, he could only anticipate her futile efforts and eventual humiliation.

Maintaining a facade of polite disbelief, he said, “Then let me offer my congratulations to Master Suyi in advance for achieving her goal.”

Their exchange was, of course, overheard by the others in the hall.

The sect leader’s expression turned awkward.

Back then, his intention in having Xueling Peak take in Yan Rong had been entirely well-meaning.

What he hadn’t anticipated was that Yan Rong’s spiritual roots were so severely damaged that restoring them would be nearly impossible.

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