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

The disciples in the room were all startled by her and silently retreated a few steps away.

Even Chen He's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart jumped into his throat.

Everyone knows that being beaten up is a sensitive topic that Ye Chang'an absolutely cannot mention. Has this kid gone mad?

Ye Chang'an froze.

Everyone knew that Wen Tang had hit him, but...

How could a new disciple like her know that Song Yao had attacked him?

What did Song Yao tell her?

Wasn't Song Yao already dead?

After finishing the pastries with the person in front of him, he leaned on the edge of the table, slowly straightened up, and his smile deepened: "What's wrong? Young Master Ye, have you forgotten? Didn't you kneel down and beg Third Senior Sister not to hit you back then?"

Ye Chang'an shuddered and shivered uncontrollably.

Realizing he had been intimidated by a little girl, he became utterly enraged.

Suddenly, he raised his foot and kicked over the long table in front of him with a loud crash, shattering teacups and pastries all over the floor.

The sword at his waist flashed out of its sheath, its chilling light aimed directly at Song Yao's throat: "You're courting death!"

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Northern Shaking Sect, the heads of various factions were observing the situation.

The Ninth Elder's heart tightened, and he abruptly stood up: "No, I have to go and see."

Feng Qing stopped him with a smile; "The children are just playing around, why should we, as elders, interfere?"

"That's right, Brother Yun."

Grand Elder Huai Li of Taiqing Pavilion smiled slightly, his words devoid of emotion, "It's just young people having a fight, how interesting, don't spoil the fun."

The Ninth Elder was so angry he almost vomited blood.

Ye Chang'an has been stuck in the late Golden Core stage for a long time, just one step away from the Nascent Soul stage, far surpassing the disciples of the Nine Saints Hall.

If a fight really breaks out, only the people of the Nine Saints Hall will get hurt.

Two old foxes, each more cunning than the other!

The road is blocked, so it's obviously impossible to move.

He sat down angrily and glanced at Song Yao.

I don't know what kind of strength this girl has, I haven't seen her lose yet.

If he were to face Ye Chang'an, he might actually be able to withstand a couple of blows.

In the hall.

Song Yao didn't even blink, and pressed the Biyue Sword at her waist with her other hand.

Although she didn't want to reveal her strength, she had been the third senior sister for several years after all, and she couldn't keep relying on her junior brothers and sisters to stand up for her.

Furthermore, Ye Chang'an's hatred for the Nine Saints Hall is inextricably linked to her.

Beating him up to behave and shutting up the others is a good thing, considering the pros and cons.

However, before the Azure Water Sword could be drawn, a slightly cold female voice suddenly rang out from the side door, punctuated by a barely perceptible stutter, breaking the tense atmosphere: "Stop, stop!"

Chen Qingqiu stood under the corridor, his brows and eyes cold and noble.

She was usually taciturn, but now that she had spoken up to intervene in the dispute, her voice betrayed a hint of nervousness, and her words trailed off with a slight pause, revealing her unease.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chang'an froze.

The rage in his eyes was quickly suppressed. With a flick of his wrist, his sword was sheathed cleanly, leaving only a flash of cold light.

Then, she glared fiercely at Song Yao, lowered her voice, gritted her teeth, and threatened, "Just wait, I'll teach you a lesson when we get inside!"

He strode towards Chen Qingqiu, reverting to his usual carefree and dissolute demeanor, and gently helped Chen Qingqiu up, leading him to the main seat.

A flirtatious smile played on his lips, his tone carrying a deliberate air of intimacy: "I'll let them go today for your sake. How about it, Qingqiu, how do you plan to thank me?"

Chen Qingqiu subtly withdrew her arm, lowered her eyes and nodded slightly to him, her voice tense: "Thank you, thank you."

Then, she glanced at the Northern Shaking Sect disciples waiting behind her.

The disciples immediately understood and quickly retreated, swiftly bringing over a brand-new jade-faced table, replacing it with exquisite tea, snacks, and fresh fruit, which they respectfully placed before the Nine Saints Hall members.

Only then did the situation completely return to normal.

The members of the Nine Saints Hall visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen He was about to remind him not to provoke Ye Chang'an again.

Mingran excitedly pounced on Song Yao: "Little Master, you're too arrogant! Look how angry you've made Ye Chang'an!"

Song Yao held her down: "Keep it down, keep it down."

Chen He: "...That's not how it works. If it weren't for the Holy Maiden, we probably wouldn't have been able to stop Ye Chang'an from making his move."

He looked at Song Yao and said earnestly, "You are a pill cultivator, so you must not provoke him. If he strikes you with his sword, he could take half your life."

Jiang Jin nodded in agreement, saying, "Although you have some skills, you shouldn't provoke us like this. If a fight breaks out, we might not be able to protect you."

"idiot."

Cheng Yue sat back down next to Song Yao and rolled her eyes at Jiang Jin. "It's like he won't do anything if we don't yell back."

Ming Ran: "Exactly! At worst, we'll fight. Even if we lose, it's better than being humiliated like this. If this continues, who will still consider our Nine Saints Hall the number one sect?"

Jiang Jin was rendered speechless by the back-and-forth banter between the two, and looked at Chen He with annoyance: "You're the team leader, you talk to them."

After careful consideration, Chen He realized: "I think Junior Sister Ming makes a lot of sense. Our Nine Saints Hall is the number one sect, and we really can't let others bully us! Otherwise, anyone would dare to come and trample on us! Besides, you are all newly initiated disciples, so it's not shameful to lose."

He thought for a moment and added, "Except for Seventh Senior Sister, she's a pill cultivator, too dangerous for her."

Jiang Jin: "..."

Fine.

Suddenly remembering something, Cheng Yue changed the subject and asked Song Yao, "By the way, how did you know that Ye Chang'an was beaten by Third Senior Sister?"

"How could Ye Chang'an have been beaten by Third Senior Sister?"

Mingran blurted out, "Didn't Third Senior Sister go through all sorts of trouble to snatch Ye Chang'an away from Fifth Senior Sister? Why would she beat him up for no reason? She's probably too happy to even think about it!"

Song Yao propped herself up on one leg, picked up a grape and ate it, saying lazily, "It's made up."

Cheng Yue: "He got so angry over what you made up, is he really that petty?"

Mingran: "He's always been petty, relying on his father being the sect leader, he's just like a devil incarnate."

Song Yao: "A devil incarnate? That's giving him too much credit."

Ye Chang'an originally thought that after threatening these kids who hadn't even grown their hair yet, they should be so scared that they wouldn't dare to move.

But when I turned around, they were still there, laughing and talking.

She would even glance at him from time to time, clearly watching him play with crickets.

He had to give Chen Qingqiu face, so he couldn't take action right now; he was so angry that he ground several teeth to powder.

Disciples from other sects also exclaimed in admiration.

As expected of the three major sects, apart from the people of the Nine Saints Hall and the Northern Shaking Sect, no one can remain so calm after going against Ye Chang'an.

This time, the Myriad Bones Forest secret realm is likely to be quite a show.

After the commotion, Jiang Jin remembered the important matter and pulled Song Yao aside to ask Chen He, "Among the disciples from Taiqing Pavilion, are there any members of the Wen family?"

Chen He was taken aback: "The Wen family? The Wen family that Fifth Senior Sister came from?"

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the seats opposite him: "That's Wen Wushuang, and that's Wen Wumian. They should be cousins."