I courted death and then tried to escape, so the whole sect wants to get rid of me.

Unlike the Nine Saints Hall, which was fiercely criticized, these people were surrounded by a crowd of admirers almost as soon as they arrived.

Cheng Yue asked in a low voice, "This must be Ye Chang'an, the young master of Taiqing Pavilion, right?"

Chen He's expression changed: "Yes, be careful, we shouldn't provoke him."

Hearing them mention it, Song Yao glanced over and took a look.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

Is this Ye Chang'an?

How come he's even more arrogant than Long Aotian?

If it weren't for the fact that this face looked exactly the same as before, she would hardly have recognized it.

After all, in her memory, Ye Chang'an was an extremely cowardly and incompetent person.

As the young master of Taiqing Pavilion, he was always timid and hesitant, and the words he most often said were "I can't do it", "I don't want to", and "I have to go back and ask my father".

His swordsmanship was also quite average; he relied entirely on his talent to barely manage to be considered above average among his peers.

He's not exactly useless, but he's also incredibly skilled; every match he makes terrified people.

His only redeeming quality was his skill in charming girls.

Every time Fifth Junior Sister came back from meeting him, her face would turn red, her eyes would be bright, and the corners of her mouth would be turned up to the sky.

Song Yao looked down on him and didn't want to use such dirty methods to lower his "blacklist value".

With the system relentlessly pursuing her, she had no choice but to confess her feelings to Ye Chang'an.

Just a simple sentence.

"I love you, so you should break off your engagement with my fifth junior sister."

In her opinion, Ye Chang'an and Fifth Junior Sister had known each other since childhood and had a deep friendship. How could they possibly fall out over a single word from her?

Pure nonsense.

His pupils trembled at that moment; he was clearly frightened.

I neither agreed nor refused.

Song Yao thought the matter was over.

In the days that followed, when Ye Chang'an gave gifts to his fifth junior sister, he would also give her one as well.

When I come to visit my fifth junior sister, I'll also come to see her.

Half a month later, Ye Chang'an, such a cowardly person, actually knelt outside the Nine Saints Hall in a grand manner, saying that he wanted to break off his engagement with his fifth junior sister and ask to marry her.

Fifth Junior Sister was already physically weak due to her constitution, and she fainted from anger, causing her to reach the maximum level of her dark side.

Song Yao herself did not expect the mission to proceed so smoothly.

After all, in the plot provided by the system, the original owner needed to use all sorts of entanglement and seduction to make Ye Chang'an change his mind.

It's simply impossible for him to abandon his childhood sweetheart and fiancée because of her confession.

She was more puzzled than anyone else, and even went to ask Ye Chang'an.

His affectionate eyes gazed at her with a smile, his tenderness reaching its peak: "Tangtang is wonderful, but I only see her as a younger sister. Moreover, she has a narrow perspective, only knowing about love and romance. You are different. You understand the joy of nature and your swordsmanship is superb. You are the most unique woman I have ever met."

Song Yao was lost in confusion.

He treated Wen Tang like a younger sister, but he always wrote love poems for her, bought her things for a young lady, and took her to see the lantern festival on the Qixi Festival.

Not long ago, Wen Tang shyly mentioned that the two of them went to Fengxianlou to have their measurements taken and order their wedding dresses. The styles of the wedding dresses were all personally designed by Ye Chang'an.

Now he says he only sees her as a younger sister?

How can one change their mind so quickly and so convincingly?

She got goosebumps from the cheesy sweet talk and sneered, "I am indeed different."

Then, unable to resist, he beat Ye Chang'an until he begged for mercy.

However, this incident didn't get out, and apart from the person involved, no third person knew that she had hit him.

She pictured a bruised and battered pig calling her ancestor, then turned to look at Ye Chang'an, who was arrogant and domineering in the hall, her gaze slightly detached.

Could it be that I went too far back then...?

Did Ye Chang'an turn evil after being beaten up?

I heard that Fifth Junior Sister beat him up later too.

It's quite possible they could really drive him crazy.

Perhaps because she had been staring for a while, Ye Chang'an seemed to sense it and looked over from the crowd.

He curled his lips into a sneer, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to carry throughout the hall: "Oh, why did the Nine Saints Hall send such a bunch of immature brats this year?"

The disciples immediately fell silent, suppressing even the surrounding noise.

Since being publicly beaten and rejected by Wen Tang, Ye Chang'an has been targeting the Nine Saints Hall for quite some time.

At this moment, he took the initiative to provoke trouble, and all the disciples in the hall tacitly shut their mouths and even made way for him, unwilling to provoke this old man.

Ye Chang'an strolled over lazily, brandishing the gleaming sword at his waist.

He bent down with a grin, resting his elbows on the edge of the table, leaning very close, squinting as he scanned the people at the table before finally fixing his gaze on Song Yao's face.

Song Yao paused in her eating of the pastry.

His eyes narrowed even more, and his tone was as flippant as if he were flirting with a street performer: "Your Nine Saints Hall is quite lucky to have taken in such a beautiful junior sister."

He twirled the white jade thumb ring between his fingers, then waved it at Song Yao, his tone casual yet undisguisedly seductive: "Want to come to our Taiqing Pavilion? Follow me, and I guarantee it'll be better than staying in this dilapidated Nine Saints Hall. Senior brother is much richer than the people in the Nine Saints Hall."

Song Yao: "..."

Tsk.

They used to pretend to be virtuous and upright.

Now, even on his fiancée's turf, he dares to flirt with girls at will.

Can we beat him up again now?

It doesn't seem like it will work.

With so many eyes watching, it's easy to expose one's identity.

Let's wait until we enter the secret realm before making a decision.

She gave up on doing it now, made a mental note of the matter, and continued eating the pastries.

Chen He did not forget to protect this frail alchemy senior sister.

She abruptly stood up, blocking Song Yao's path, her back ramrod straight, glaring at him with a cold, sharp look: "Young Master Ye, please show some respect! This is our Seventh Senior Sister of the Nine Saints Hall!"

Ye Chang'an straightened up, brushed aside Chen He's gaze, and fixed his eyes back on Song Yao's face, speaking harshly and viciously: "What? You lost your third brother, and you're in such a hurry to bring in a new one to fill the hole? Don't let him be another crooked bastard who ends up dying in the underworld without even getting a proper corpse."

Although Mingran and the others didn't have a good impression of that third senior sister, she was, after all, a member of their own sect.

His words ignited a nameless anger within them.

Mingran slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and snapped, "Watch your mouth!"

Ye Chang'an's face suddenly darkened, and the frivolous smile from before vanished instantly.

His eyes were sinister, and the white jade thumb ring on his fingertips clicked loudly as he gripped it: "Little sister, I didn't utter a single dirty word. Where is it unclean?"

As he spoke, he took another half step forward, getting extremely close. The air around him suddenly turned cold, and the biting cold almost enveloped the people at the table.

Mingran subconsciously shrank back half an inch, but still gritted her teeth and gripped the sword hilt tightly.

Just as tensions were about to rise, Song Yao, who had been lazily leaning back in her chair while eating osmanthus cake, suddenly spoke up.

She tilted her head back, her bamboo-green Taoist robe loosely draped over her body, and a nonchalant smile played in her clear, cold eyes: "Young Master Ye, you're quite fierce."

Before Ye Chang'an could react, she slowly added, "Were you this fierce when your third and fifth senior sisters pinned you to the ground and beat you until you were begging for mercy?"