The White Moonlight Subdues Everyone with a Suona - Chapter 37
Chapter 37: Na
Having lived for several hundred years, Master Qianming had never encountered such a shameless disciple!
If he hadn’t overheard Ji Bingyu’s earlier words, he might have assumed she was merely throwing a random, indirect fit and wouldn’t have taken it to heart at all.
And yet, of all things! He had heard every last word loud and clear!
To think that his initial reaction had been to worry whether Ji Bingyu might face retaliation from the Xie family! Meanwhile, she showed not an ounce of respect for her elders and superiors, wishing only for him to kneel down!
The more Master Qianming thought about it, the angrier he became. He simply seized both troublesome disciples at once and brought them up to Taiyue Peak for the Sect Leader to handle.
To this, Sect Leader Changqing expressed that he was twelve-thousand percent innocent.
Having just pulled an all-nighter yesterday to clear out the accumulated mountain of sect chores, Changqing had originally wanted to head to the back mountain to admire the flowers, walk his birds, and drop by to visit his few spiritual pets. Who could have foreseen that such a lovely time would be so thoroughly ruined!
Seated upon the main high seat above, he took in the expressions of the people below with crystal clarity.
Looking at Xie Wenrui, who was sneering repeatedly, and then at Ji Bingyu, whose face was full of unyielding defiance, Changqing’s heart suddenly stirred.
Perhaps this was a brilliant opportunity in disguise.
Regardless, the matter at hand needed to be sorted out first.
Changqing raised a hand to signal Master Qianming to settle down, then spoke slowly toward those below the platform.
“According to Qianming, this is not the first time a conflict has broken out between the two of you.”
“In this dispute, who is at fault?”
Unable to hold back, Xie Wenrui was the first to jump forward.
“Reporting to the Sect Leader, this disciple is not at fault! This conflict is by no means this disciple’s doing!”
As he spoke, Xie Wenrui stepped forward and offered a formal bow.
When he raised his head again, his face was full of indignation.
“This disciple considers himself to have no enmity with Fellow Daoist Ji, yet she comes looking for trouble with me time and time again. In the past, all was peaceful and fine, but ever since that day’s Artifact Theory class, whenever I walk along the pathways of Hall of Enlightenment, I am repeatedly ambushed by people. At best, it is a few pebbles landing on my back; at worst, someone covers my head with a musical instrument! It is simply beyond endurance!”
“Especially yesterday—she even brought people along to beat up my friend and me! It was out of an urgent desire to protect my friend that today’s verbal conflict arose.”
After finishing, Xie Wenrui even hypocritically addressed Ji Bingyu.
“If Fellow Daoist Ji is willing to apologize to my friend face-to-face, I am willing to treat the matter with leniency.”
Xie Wenrui sought to strike first to gain the upper hand, unaware that his words were riddled with loopholes.
Originally, Ji Bingyu had been pondering when it would be most appropriate to expose the matter, but she hadn’t expected Xie Wenrui to be unable to hold it in himself.
Right now actually turned out to be a decent opportunity—though she wondered if Third Senior Brother’s side was proceeding smoothly.
Before even a moment passed in her mind, Ji Bingyu looked at Xie Wenrui and asked out of the blue, “Do you truly not know why you got beaten?”
Xie Wenrui was stunned by her question, but immediately responded without hesitation,”It is nothing more than the envy of mediocre, ordinary fools toward this Young Master.”
He failed to notice that after those words left his mouth, not only Changqing, but even Master Qianming slightly frowned.
The grand heavens of Changqing accommodate all rivers and oceans; never would a disciple be written off as a “mediocre fool” merely because of a flaw or two.
This time, Ji Bingyu cast aside her usual playful smile.
She lifted her eyes, her gaze flicking swiftly over Master Qianming and Changqing, her heart immediately settling.
Ji Bingyu saw Changqing slowly tap his knuckles against the desk, pressing his index pad down twice.
Having dealt with Changqing “under duress” several times since entering the sect, Ji Bingyu instantly understood his meaning.
That signal meant approval.
The Changqing Sect possessed a special Shadow-Recording Technique that was colorless and soundless.
One merely had to recite the incantation silently in their heart, cover the intended scene with spiritual energy, and gently tap the table twice to accomplish it.
This secret technique was created by Sect Leader Changqing himself. Though other elders knew it as well, none were as skilled as he was.
Looking at Changqing’s movements—so adept he didn’t need to think at all—and noticing how he had covered the area with his spiritual energy before anyone else realized it, Ji Bingyu couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
As expected of the master worker of Changqing; his proficiency with administrative software is off the charts!
Then again, if Changqing hadn’t wanted Ji Bingyu to notice, with his cultivation level, he could have kept it entirely hidden.
Changqing had let Ji Bingyu see it on purpose.
This signified that he approved of what Ji Bingyu was about to do, and was even willing to fan the flames.
Very good.
Having understood this, Ji Bingyu lowered her eyes and assumed a weak, vulnerable expression, asking Xie Wenrui.
“Fellow Daoist Xie, you previously bullied outer sect disciples multiple times. Setting everything else aside, taking only what happened three days ago behind the back mountain of Hall of Enlightenment, do you truly still feel you were not even a little bit in the wrong?”
Xie Wenrui raised his head, glancing sideways at Ji Bingyu.
“What do you mean ‘bullied outer sect disciples’? What evidence do you have, Fellow Daoist Ji? If you have no evidence, then stop spouting nonsense here.”
Right after, Xie Wenrui let out a cold sneer, his face full of arrogance.
“I hail from the Jinfeng Xie Family; I presume everyone here has heard my family’s name.”
Xie Wenrui said haughtily, “‘The Jinfeng Xie Family, renowned under the heavens.’ As a direct descendant, I have received the finest education and used the finest things since childhood. I am well aware of how terrifying jealousy in this world can be. After weighing the pros and cons, I chose not to participate in the new disciple trials—precisely to give disciples like Fellow Daoist Ji a chance to stand out.”
Hearing this line, even Ji Bingyu couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
Good grief, this guy actually manages to frame his own uselessness so plausibly.
In a way, he really is a special talent!
“…Later on, under the advice of my father and elder brother, I pondered for a long time and decided not to choose the flourishing Xuantian Sect, nor did I go to Liuming Valley, which connects to the spirits of heaven and earth. Naturally, Lingxiao Pavilion was never in my considerations either, and so I came to the Changqing Sect.”
Xie Wenrui spoke in a deep voice.
“Speaking up to this point, my noble height has already been fully manifested—”
“Stop, stop, stop!”
Ji Bingyu couldn’t bear to listen any longer and decisively cut off his nonsense.
If not out of consideration that Changqing and Master Qianming were still present, Ji Bingyu would have swung a suona straight at his face long ago.
“Cut out the useless drivel.”
Ji Bingyu stared intently into his eyes and demanded, “I am asking you point-blank: Do you or do you not admit to wantonly bullying the disciples of Piaomiao Peak, as well as humiliating the outer sect disciples?”
“I do not!”
Xie Wenrui turned to Master Qianming and said, “With Master Qianming above, this disciple has always held immense respect for you and has never bullied the disciples of Piaomiao Peak. If you do not believe me, you may ask Senior Sister Yu.”
That woman was deeply infatuated with him; she would never say a single bad word about him.
“As for the rest… surely my cousin below, Xie Yu’an, said some gossip to Fellow Daoist Ji? Alas, he is ignorant and has long held a grudge against me. Speaking ill of me behind my back is only too normal for him.”
Ji Bingyu asked: “So you admit that you frequently go out of your way to find trouble for Senior Brother Xie Yu’an?”
Xie Wenrui said: “That isn’t called finding trouble! How… how could that be called finding trouble! That is a elder brother’s reasonable discipline toward his younger brother!”
Ji Bingyu let out a drawn-out “Oh,” saying sarcastically, “So you admit that you frequently push him into the water, prevent him from attending Hall of Enlightenment normally, interrupt his cultivation, and bring a crowd of people to corner him—and all those kinds of ‘discipline’ methods?”
Of course, Xie Yu’an would always retaliate for these matters in the end.
However, Ji Bingyu wasn’t about to mention that, and Xie Wenrui didn’t have the brains for it either.
He cared far too much about saving face and would never admit to being outsmarted by Xie Yu’an.
He stammered: “I… I…”
Seeing that he was at a loss for words, Ji Bingyu nodded with satisfaction and mercifully shifted the topic.
“Setting Senior Brother Xie’s matters aside for now, regarding those outer sect disciples, do you still have anything to say?”
Xie Wenrui was clearly flustered by Ji Bingyu’s earlier interruption.
Perhaps remembering something, a trace of panic finally crossed his face as he caught sight of Ji Bingyu.
“Those outer sect disciples…”
“Uh… well, many among them do not attend to their proper duties. They dress up flashily all day long and like to flutter around in front of me. I merely exchanged a few glances with them and wanted to step forward to advise them to cultivate diligently, yet those disciples started acting meek, skittish, and making a fuss over nothing.”
Once these words left his mouth, Xie Wenrui seemed to shed his fear, his speech growing smoother and smoother.
“To put it bluntly, I am a direct descendant of the Jinfeng Xie Family. What kind of woman couldn’t I have? If they complain behind my back, I wonder if they’ve ever reflected on why it’s always them being ‘bullied’?”
“It is simply because they are always distracted by trivial matters and fail to devote themselves to cultivation! A true man should aim high and hold the world in his heart—how could he be like these female disciples, constantly indulging in romance and petty affection?”
Nobody without several decades of cerebral thrombosis could speak such foolish nonsense.
By now, Ji Bingyu wasn’t even angry anymore.
She looked at Xie Wenrui talking endlessly in the hall with a gaze reserved entirely for a walking human placenta.
She could sense that Xie Wenrui genuinely did not believe he was in the wrong—whether it was bullying others or casually taking those fop disciples along to harass female disciples.
This kind of harassment was always sudden and left virtually no evidence behind. When those disciples went to complain, they couldn’t articulate clear details, and some outer sect disciples were even afraid that, having neither power nor backing, they couldn’t afford to provoke these second-generation fops, choosing instead to swallow their grievances to keep the peace.
Over time, this only fueled the arrogance of Xie Wenrui and his kind.
He wasn’t afraid in the slightest; at worst, his family would cover for him.
Once she understood his logic, before Ji Bingyu could even speak, an arrogant voice suddenly resounded from behind her.
“—By that logic, why is it always you getting beaten up? Why can’t you reflect on yourself a little?”
Li Fuqing strode into the hall, offering a lukewarm hand-clasp salute to the Sect Leader and Master Qianming.
He then turned to Xie Wenrui, sizing him up and down before letting out an extremely disdainful, cold sneer.
“You look punchable yourself and constantly do shady things, yet you have the nerve to run to the main hall to throw a tantrum! Are the noble people of your Jinfeng Xie Family all like you—jumping up and down like a wild monkey? Calling you a wild monkey is an insult to monkeys! In my eyes, you look like two piles of dog droppings locking eyes and picking a suitable day for a funeral to spawn a creature like you.”
“If I were your ancestor who died eight hundred years ago, I’d jump out of my coffin in rage just to discipline an embarrassing, unfilial descendant like you! I wouldn’t even lie back down before hanging you on a wall for three days to dry out the water in your brain!”
Ji Bingyu: “…”
Grass! (A kind of plant the First Senior Brother loved to eat.)
(T/N: Grass (cǎo) sounds nearly identical to (cào), which is the Chinese equivalent of “Fuck!” or “Damn!”.Because direct profanity is often censored on Chinese web platforms or novel sites, authors and netizens write grass as a homophonic substitution.)
S…So strong in battle!
Master Qianming, who had just been about to scold Li Fuqing for not following the rules, curled the corners of his mouth slightly upon hearing these words and refrained from speaking.
The Changqing Sect indeed had longstanding origins with the Jinfeng Xie Family.
Out of gratitude for their assistance during several past crises, the sect agreed to allow a few of their disciples to come cultivate in the sect every year.
In previous years, things had been peaceful enough; those disciples were fairly well-behaved.
Unexpectedly, the conduct of these “guest disciples” had grown increasingly arrogant in recent years, especially the group led by Xie Wenrui this time, who acted utterly lawless by relying on that old covenant.
Master Qianming was not ignorant of all this, but bound by the agreement, it was awkward for him to intervene too much—especially since the Xie family had a strict hierarchy from top to bottom, and Xie Yu’an’s “command medallion” was in Xie Wenrui’s hands, effectively holding him by the throat.
To avoid conflicts between Xie Yu’an and Xie Wenrui, Master Qianming had deliberately kept them separated in recent days, which was also a source of frustration for him.
Thus, hearing Li Fuqing’s tirade, Master Qianming felt for the first time that having people from Xueyu Peak around wasn’t bad at all.
“Forget it.”
Li Fuqing grew tired of cursing and wrinkled his nose in utter disgust.
“This Lord is a peerless genius and could never produce a cowardly grandson like you. Beat it.”
Just a second after Li Fuqing’s voice fell, Shaoyang Yu followed right behind.
After sizing Xie Wenrui up and down with her eyes, she coldly spat out four words: “Truly asking for it.”
Seeing this, Ji Bingyu knew it was completely impossible to reason with Xie Wenrui, so she simply curled her lips into a wicked, charming smirk.
“Indeed, who asked you to look so punchable? If you had a shred of self-awareness, wouldn’t everything be fine if you just veiled your face? Knowing full well everyone wants to hit you, you still expose that punchable face of yours before people—heh, I see you’re deliberately seducing my weapon!”
Li Fuqing crossed his arms over his chest, a cold, haughty smile gracing his face.
“My Junior Sister wanted to beat you, so she beat you. What, does she need to pick an auspicious day first?”
If nothing else, Li Fuqing despised guys who deliberately bullied women the most. It reminded him of the bizarre Western Demon Realm, which in turn brought back memories of certain disgusting people.
With that association, the killing intent radiating from Li Fuqing grew even more intense, surging straight toward Xie Wenrui.
Having grown up in comfort and luxury since childhood, where had Xie Wenrui ever witnessed such a scene? His knees buckled, and he collapsed into a kneel right onto the floor.
Ji Bingyu gasped at the sight.
The words she was just about to shout got stuck in her throat.
Her eyes went wide, and she blurted out.
“What’s this? You want to claim a dad too?!”
Master Qianming: “…Ji Bingyu! Shut your mouth!”
Mentioning whichever kettle wasn’t boiling! Is now the time to talk about that?!
As for Rong Qingyuan, he hadn’t spoken a single word from beginning to end.
He merely sat leisurely opposite Master Qianming, watching with a gentle smile as everyone clashed back and forth in the main hall, without the slightest intention of stepping in to stop it.
Of course, Changqing had no doubt that if Xueyu Peak hadn’t been holding the upper hand right now, Rong Qingyuan might have personally taken the field—and if Rong Qingyuan took the field, it wouldn’t just be a matter of a few words.
To say the least, an entire Xie family would have to collapse just to do justice to Qingxu’s grand reputation of “a single string shocking the heavens.”
However, seeing the direction of the conversation turn increasingly absurd, Changqing could only use his eyes to frantically signal Master Qianming to step in quickly.
Yet this time, Master Qianming—who was usually the most stickler for rules and couldn’t stand people acting arrogantly—unexpectedly remained silent.
Just after shouting Ji Bingyu’s name moments ago, he didn’t utter another word, showing absolutely no intention of pleading for mercy on Xie Wenrui’s behalf.
Master Qianming: Thanks for the invite! I just discovered for the first time that as long as Xueyu Peak’s fire is aimed at someone else, spectating is actually remarkably refreshing!
At any rate, these few wouldn’t be able to stay here much longer anyway and were bound to be sent back; watching Ji Bingyu scold them right now was truly delightful.
Having no choice, Changqing withdrew his gaze and pondered how to wrap things up.
In any case, everything that needed to be recorded had already been recorded, so there was no fear of the Xie family spreading rumors or turning around to frame them.
Changqing was all too clear on the Xie family’s intentions.
To put it in one phrase: kick down the ladder once it served its purpose.
They simply wanted the four major sects to cultivate their family’s younger generation, and when the time was right, overthrow the four major sects in one fell swoop to establish a noble family system.
When that time came, all the top-tier resources and secret manuals would belong exclusively to the noble families, making it exponentially harder for anyone else to pursue immortal cultivation.
Ordinary people would only be able to willingly become beasts of burden, driven by others just to beg for the occasional whim of mercy from their “masters.”
As for disciples with better looks, regardless of gender, they likely wouldn’t meet a good end.
And among all the sects, the Changqing Sect happened to be famous far and wide for the outstanding looks of its disciples.
Changqing turned the thumb ring on his finger and smiled faintly.
One must fulfill the responsibilities of one’s position.
As long as he remained for even a day, such a thing would never happen in the Changqing Sect.
……
Xie Wenrui had his own set of logic; his way of debating was to drag the other party into his own bizarre logical loop.
But who could have guessed that not a single person on Xueyu Peak would fall for it? They launched straight into personal attacks right from the start, leaving Xie Wenrui completely stunned in place.
According to standard tropes, shouldn’t both sides trade a few subtle jabs first before patiently guiding and gradually deepening the argument?!
This Li Fuqing was showing zero martial virtue!
However, before Xie Wenrui could even open his mouth to argue, a warm, gentle voice sounded from behind.
“This disciple greets the Sect Leader and Martial Uncle Qianming.”
Everyone in the hall turned their heads in unison, only to see a disciple clad in an indigo-blue robe standing against the light at the entrance of the hall.
Ji Bingyu blinked, only then recognizing that this person was none other than her Third Senior Brother, Shen Hege.
Oh, the reinforcements she had arranged in advance have arrived.
After offering his greetings, Shen Hege didn’t even glance around and directly presented a document in his hand to Changqing.
“This item is a record compiled by this disciple after verifying with multiple parties. This disciple swears upon his Dao Heart that there is not a single word of falsehood.”
“This disciple also swears upon her Dao Heart that what is recorded in Senior Brother Shen’s document contains not a single word of falsehood.”
Hu Jiaojiao, wearing a pale pink long dress, stepped into the hall.
Slightly behind Shen Hege, she turned her head and met Ji Bingyu’s eyes, which were slightly widened in surprise, and flashed a bright, beautiful smile.
Among everyone present, only Hu Jiaojiao knew why Ji Bingyu had deliberately made a big scene today.
It was for her.
Previously, Xie Wenrui had repeatedly failed in pursuing Ji Bingyu.
Somehow, he suddenly began seeking out people around her instead.
Feng Feishuang at least had proper noble family bloodline, so Xie Wenrui didn’t dare provoke her; nor did he dare mess with inner sect female disciples like Shaoyang Yu, who bore a malevolent aura.
So back and forth, he ended up picking on Hu Jiaojiao.
Ji Bingyu received Hu Jiaojiao’s gaze and instantly understood her meaning.
It was friendliness, gratitude, and the purest mutual understanding.
[Thank you for being willing to stand up and help me. In that case, I will also stand behind you.]
……
This whole matter, to speak of it, wasn’t actually that complicated.
It was a sunny afternoon when Ji Bingyu, feeling bored, was teasing Feng Feishuang to watch her puff up in annoyance, only to notice that Xie Yu’an and Pei Leye were unusually late.
Given the deep impression Shen Hege’s previous incident had left on Ji Bingyu, she immediately began madly calling out to the Heaven’s Will in her heart.
Fortunately, the Heaven’s Will—which always went missing for no reason—didn’t drop the ball this time.
The very next second after Ji Bingyu frantically summoned it in her mind, it timely appeared.
[They are at the back gate of Hall of Enlightenment %…￥##%￥]
Even the Heaven’s Will’s reminder was getting censored, which made Ji Bingyu sense something unusual.
Clearly, whenever a major event occurred previously, or even slightly beforehand, the Heaven’s Will could give her proper hints.
Right now, however, Ji Bingyu had no mood to inquire further.
Making a prompt decision, she led Zhong Ziqi and the others out.
After crossing the dense forest behind Hall of Enlightenment’s back mountain, under the overt and covert hints of the Heaven’s Will, they finally found Xie Yu’an and his companion in some hidden corner.
Sure enough, just as Ji Bingyu had anticipated, Xie Yu’an and Pei Leye were not in a great state.
Looking from afar, Xie Yu’an was drenched all over, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
Pei Leye’s situation was roughly the same, or even more miserable: the usually pampered nouveau riche young master now had disheveled clothes and hair hanging loose behind his head. The small gold crown he usually wore was nowhere to be found, and a few strands of seaweed-like stuff were even hanging from his bright yellow cuffs.
All in all, what a wretched sight it was!
Ji Bingyu’s fists creaked as she clenched them tightly.
Zhong Ziqi stole a terrified glance at her, and before he could speak, he heard Feng Feishuang beside them let out a small “Huh?”
She exclaimed in a quiet voice: “Senior Sister Hu?!”
Upon hearing Feng Feishuang’s exclamation, Ji Bingyu realized she had overlooked someone.
The young girl in the pale pink dress had been protected behind Pei Leye and Xie Yu’an the entire time, which was why Ji Bingyu hadn’t noticed her earlier.
The state of dishevelment covering the pink-robed girl from top to bottom was no less severe than that of the two standing in front of her.
Coincidentally, Ji Bingyu recognized her.
She was precisely Hu Jiaojiao, the hardworking and earnest outer sect disciple from the day of artifact crafting.
With Feng Feishuang’s exclamation, Ji Bingyu’s group was completely exposed.
She simply stopped hiding altogether, stepping forward with a dark face and clenched fists, glaring at the culprit.
Seeing Xie Wenrui instantly take a step back in fright, Ji Bingyu turned to Xie Yu’an.
“What happened?”
In times like this, Pei Leye couldn’t explain clearly, and Hu Jiaojiao seemed extremely weak; only Xie Yu’an had the clearest mind.
Xie Yu’an indeed did not disappoint Ji Bingyu’s expectations, explaining the cause and effect in just a few brief sentences.
A bucket of melodramatic soap opera drama poured down, leaving Ji Bingyu almost completely dazed.
Having transmigrated into the book for so long, she had almost forgotten that this was a clichéd old-school novel.
Hu Jiaojiao came from a humble background and her family was in debt.
Somehow, she had sought refuge with the Xie family, and now Xie Wenrui had obtained her indenture contract, flaunting his power to humiliate her and forcing her to jump into the pond.
Pei Leye, who was passing by, couldn’t stand watching and spoke up to stop it.
Xie Yu’an was purely caught in the crossfire as collateral damage; on the contrary, in order to save him, Pei Leye had also jumped into the lake.
[Not only that.]
The Heaven’s Will popped up again out of nowhere: [This plotline has already changed, and inside it involves a person tied to your destiny, which is why I couldn’t inform you in advance.]
[According to the original novel, Pei Leye wasn’t supposed to pass by today; only Xie Yu’an was present. Controlled by Xie Wenrui, Xie Yu’an witnessed several of them bullying Hu Jiaojiao to death with his own eyes. The cruel methods completely drove him to darken, and later, under the instigation of the female lead Yan Liusu, he harbored malice toward the original Ji Bingyu…]
[W-Wait a minute.]
Ji Bingyu’s voice trembled as she asked in her heart, [Why is it related to me again?]
The Heaven’s Will remained silent for three seconds: [Because in the original novel, Xie Wenrui was madly in love with Ji Bingyu—crazy for her, wild for her, banging his head against the wall for her…]
“It’s just an outer sect disciple, yet it has alarmed so many fellow Daoists. It truly embarrasses this Xie.”
Xie Wenrui knew that today’s matter probably couldn’t continue, but he wasn’t panicked—merely feeling a bit regretful.
He looked at Ji Bingyu, greed in his eyes.
Compared to this Hu Jiaojiao, Ji Bingyu was naturally far superior!
Even though Ji Bingyu had Xueyu Peak backing her, and even though Xie Wenrui had been repeatedly warned by his family elders never to rashly provoke the people of Xueyu Peak…
Well, Xie Wenrui didn’t believe in such warnings.
A mere Xueyu Peak—that sickly Qingxu finally holed up on Xueyu Peak, not even daring to come down. What was there to be so fearful of?
“Haha, meeting is fate.”
Xie Wenrui snapped open his folding fan, trying to act suave, and spoke with what he thought was humor.
“If Miss Ji wishes to take this woman away, could it be that you intend to substitute yourself to pay off her debt—”
“Shut up!” … “Nonsense!”
Xie Yu’an had a gloomy expression, while Pei Leye and the others looked extremely displeased.
Zhong Ziqi, who had a fiery temper, directly swung his drumstick and smashed it right down on him.
Xie Wenrui was completely stunned by the smash: ?
Is this how drum cultivators attack?!
At the same time, Pei Leye refused to be outdone.
He and his spiritual weapon clearly had an extremely high level of tacit understanding: after expanding his flute infinitely thicker, Pei Leye slammed it right over the head of a purple-robed lackey.
While the opponent struggled in vain, he began a one-sided beating.
The purple-robed lackey: ???
Is this how flutes are used?!
Even Feng Feishuang, whom Ji Bingyu used to think cared about saving face the most, sent out a few flowing notes with a pluck of her pipa, before immediately swinging the pipa single-handedly and smashing it onto the head of the yellow-robed disciple behind Xie Wenrui, scolding through her teeth.
“You shameless bastard!”
The yellow-robed disciple: ???
Wait, even though I haven’t read many books, pipas definitely aren’t supposed to be used in this style, right?!
Even Xie Yu’an—who couldn’t harm Xie Wenrui directly due to his “command medallion” being controlled—unobtrusively shifted his body, wielding his xiao flute with terrifying vigor and madly tripping these people up.
Eventually, the commotion grew large enough to attract several passing disciples.
Those who originally intended to mediate, complain, or call the elders instantly swallowed their words the moment they saw that the people being beaten were Xie Wenrui’s group of fops.
“What are you standing there for!”
Seeing people arrive, Xie Wenrui couldn’t care about anything else and shrieked miserably, “Quickly help me call someone! Call the Sect Leader! Call the Elders! Call anyone—AAAHHH!”
The arriving disciples exchanged glances and unanimously flashed mysterious smiles.
The very next second, under the terrified gazes of Xie Wenrui and his group, these disciples who were usually immortal-like and detached from worldly affairs actually rolled up their sleeves one after another!
Xie Wenrui: ???
Xie Wenrui: !!!
How else could one describe how stupid Xie Wenrui was? He had offended far too many people.
Relying on the Xie family, he regularly enjoyed harassing pretty outer sect disciples.
He thought he was flawless and nobody knew, unaware that he had long incited public outrage without realizing it.
Previously, the disciples simply hadn’t found an opportunity; now that a chance for revenge was laid brightly before their eyes, who would miss it?!
Attacking with spiritual energy might lead to death, but if it was purely beating someone with spiritual instruments, aside from some physical pain, it was at most psychological torture.
Besides, everyone was a cultivator with a sense of restraint, so they naturally picked spots that hurt like hell without being lethal!
For a moment, long flutes and xiao flutes flew together; zithers and drumsticks shared the same hue.
One disciple even had a sudden stroke of genius, madly lengthening his guqin and forcibly hooking the collars of all six people onto the guqin strings.
A guqin has seven strings—just enough to hang them all!
The remaining disciples on the field looked at one another.
These disciples, who were usually aloof, proud, and disliked chatting with others, displayed an extraordinary tacit understanding at this very moment.
—Hehe, as long as you beat Xie Wenrui today, we are brothers from different mothers!
