Fighting Against the Odds: I Am the Right Path

(She is the Wind Reverend.)

Xiao Yan looked at Feng Xian, who was as cold as ice. Her long straight blue hair was draped behind her. Her proud and upright figure was wrapped in a pure white silk dress dotted with light blue patterns. A blue belt was tied around her slender waist. A pair of slender white legs were faintly visible from the side of the dress, which greatly added a lot of charm to Feng Xian's image of a royal sister.

Noble and elegant, yet free and easy and heroic, Xiao Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Should I say that she is indeed Yao Chen's best friend? Like Yao Chen, she is also a stunning person, although she is a completely different type from Senior Yao.

(So ​​beautiful.) Xiao Yixian couldn't help but sigh, and then her tone stagnated, (Speaking of which, Xiao Yan, do you feel it?)

(Ah, I feel it.)

Xiao Yan responded in a low voice, and he and Xiao Yixian both felt a little gloomy in their hearts.

It was relatively okay when the first three venerables came in. Although their high status and powerful strength made the atmosphere in the main hall a little stressful, it was still within an acceptable range.

However, as soon as this last Venerable Feng entered the main hall, the temperature of the entire main hall clearly dropped to a low point. Her delicate and beautiful face looked extremely gloomy, and she exuded an aura of "Don't mess with me". Even the three venerables walking in front of her unconsciously distanced themselves from her, and did not want to get close to her even though the three of them were almost sticking together.

At this time, Feng Xian noticed Xiao Yan's gaze and turned her eyes slightly over, her beautiful profile full of coldness.

"Is something wrong?"

"No! No!"

Xiao Yan quickly shook his head and lowered his head, his heart beating fast.

It wasn’t because of Feng Xian’s stunning beauty which was only slightly inferior to Yao Chen’s, but because Xiao Yan had a hunch just now that if he dared to look at Feng Xian any longer, she would probably kick him!

Senior Yao’s personality is so casual, why does her best friend have such a temper?

This shouldn’t be the case. How did they become close friends when their personalities are so different?

Xiao Yan was muttering to himself. Feng Xian snorted coldly, and a slender white jade leg stepped out from the side of the white silk robe and walked towards the main hall. That swaying white long leg would undoubtedly attract the attention of others to the greatest extent, regardless of whether they were men or women.

However, because of Feng Xian's powerful aura and her attitude that kept people at a distance, no one dared to even look at her.

Feng Xian walked past the three venerables and chose a seat to sit down first. Her jade-like arms rested on the armrests of the chair, lightly resting against her cheek. Her eyes were full of indifference. Her fair jade legs were lifted up and placed on the other leg. Her two slender long legs looked like rare art treasures in the world, making people reluctant to look away. Her thin white robe barely covered the base of her thighs, which were barely visible. Feng Xian herself showed no strange expression, as if she didn't care about exposing herself at all.

However, there is really no need to worry about it. After all, no one present dared to glance at Feng Xian, let alone look at those legs, even though those legs were so fascinating.

After seeing Feng Xian sitting down, the other three venerables also took their seats. Although they were sworn enemies, they had a tacit understanding at this time and all sat a little further away from Feng Xian.

Although the three venerables had dignified expressions on their faces, they were actually grievances in their hearts. Ever since "that guy" disappeared, Feng Xian's temper had become visibly worse. It had become even worse in recent years. She would start fighting if they were not pleased with a word he said.

As for the specific performance, Venerable Lei and Venerable Huang Quan, who usually mocked each other when they met, now kept their mouths shut. Compared to facing Feng Xian, they now looked at each other with a lot more favor.

When they thought about having to meet again at the Sifang Pavilion Conference soon, the three of them couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

If it wasn't for the fact that it was agreed long ago that the Sifang Pavilion Conference must be held every year, with Feng Xian's attitude, the three of them really wanted to cancel even the Sifang Pavilion Conference.

I thought Feng Xian had been living a secluded life in recent years and would not accept the Yun family's invitation. After all, she didn't come last year and the year before. Who knew that she would suddenly come here today for the first time.

(If I had known this, I would not have come)

This was the unanimous thought in the hearts of the three venerables. It was extremely torturous to be in the same space with Feng Xian in this mood. They didn't even dare to say a word. If they said something wrong, this old lady might directly attack them with a fighting skill.

Although normally, strong men of their level would not attack so casually, it was obvious that Feng Xian was in an abnormal state now, so this default rule was meaningless to her. Whether she could win or not was another matter. Who would be willing to fight such a meaningless fight?

After they sat down, the atmosphere in the main hall continued to be strangely depressed. It was so strange that even Zi Yan sat there obediently and didn't dare to make any noise. This showed how strong Feng Xian's aura was.

After several minutes, no one from the host family, the Yun family, had arrived yet. Everyone was becoming increasingly restless due to Feng Xian's cold aura. In the end, it was Venerable Jian, who usually had the most peaceful relationship with the other three Venerables, who gritted his teeth and forced a smile on his face as he talked to Feng Xian.

"Master Feng, weren't you always not interested in this kind of invitation before? Why are you interested in coming here today?"

The tone of Sword Venerable's speech was so calm and natural, as if he was talking to a not-so-familiar friend. He didn't seem overly intimate, nor did he seem to be making small talk. He had an excellent sense of proportion, which was perhaps the reason why he could get along so well with the other three Venerables.

Hearing Sword Master speak, Xiao Yan couldn't help but cast an admiring look at this senior whom he met for the first time. He was able to stand up in such an atmosphere and talk directly to Feng Xian herself. Regardless of his purpose, this courage was definitely worthy of admiration.

It wasn't just Xiao Yan who thought so. Everyone else present also thought so. If Sword Master could break this weird atmosphere, it would be a good thing for everyone in the main hall.

But unfortunately, although Sword Master handled the situation perfectly and received unanimous praise from others present.

However.

"Ah? Any opinions?"

Feng Xian glanced slightly and glared at Sword Master, causing the atmosphere that had just eased a little to be suppressed again in an instant.

Sword Master himself was speechless because of Feng Xian's words. His facial expression was twisted into a ball, and he looked confused.

Obviously, even with Sword Master's good-natured approach, Feng Xian herself didn't seem to appreciate it.

In response, everyone looked at him with pity, and there was a hint of comfort in their eyes.

【Don't worry, it's not your problem. 】

Perhaps sensing the implications of everyone's gazes, Sword Master's expression softened a little. He adjusted his mindset and spoke to Feng Xian again amid the admiring gazes of others.

"Speaking of which, the Sifang Pavilion Conference is about to begin, Master Feng..."

"Are you good at talking?" Feng Xian interrupted the Sword Master, impatience flashing in her eyes, and her already cold eyes became even colder. "If you like to talk so much, why don't we ask the Yun family to set up a place for you and let everyone buy tickets to come in and listen to you talk?"

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This sentence completely silenced Sword Master. Black lines appeared on his face. Finally, he calmed down, sat quietly in his seat, closed his mouth tightly and didn't say another word.

Not only Sword Master, but everyone else also had gloomy faces after hearing Feng Xian's words. Even Cai Lin, who usually didn't care much about other people's emotions, admitted that Feng Xian was better.

There is always someone better than you. There was clearly no insulting word used, but Sword Master was described as a monkey that required a ticket to watch.

(Senior Yao, has Venerable Feng always been like this?)

Xiao Yan finally couldn't help it and asked Yao Chen in his heart, but Yao Chen didn't make any response. Xiao Yan suddenly realized that Yao Chen had just reminded him not to expose her existence.

When Feng Xian first came in, Xiao Yan was extremely confused about Yao Chen's instructions. If Yao Chen did not lie and Feng Xian was really her best friend, why was she hiding now that they had finally met?

However, when he saw that Sword Master, such a courageous and talkative person, was interrupted by Feng Xian with just two sentences, and was not even able to finish the second sentence, Xiao Yan guessed something in his heart.

He had a hunch that the reason why this icy queen was so resentful was closely related to his teacher who was hiding in the ring and didn't want to show up.

Just as the atmosphere in the main hall was gradually falling to its lowest point, a voice familiar to Xiao Yan was heard.

"Master, I'm late."

Xiao Yan turned his head and saw Feng Qing'er walking in. He immediately felt the very depressing atmosphere in the main hall and glanced at Feng Xian in a daze.

In the past few years, this Master Feng has always looked like this at every Sifang Pavilion conference. Feng Qing'er has gotten used to it, but she didn't expect that Feng Xian, who has always lived in seclusion, would appear here.

"Well, find a place to sit."

When Venerable Lei saw his disciple coming in, he breathed a sigh of relief that she had broken the deadlock and said this softly.

Feng Qing'er nodded, and when she turned her head to look for an empty seat, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Xiao Yan on the other side. She was stunned at first, and then a look of surprise appeared on her face. Under the astonished gaze of Lei Zun, she took two steps at a time and came to Xiao Yan.

"Xiao Yan! Are you awake?"

"Yeah, I just woke up a few days ago." Xiao Yan smiled and nodded, "Sorry for making you worry."

"It's better that you're fine than anything else."

Feng Qing'er sat naturally on the empty seat next to Xiao Yan. Lei Zun sat there watching his disciple's intimate behavior with a strange man, his mind full of questions.

Who is this guy? I haven't heard Feng Qing'er mention him to me before.

Venerable Sword and Venerable Huangquan also looked over, and even Feng Xian, who had a cold face, glanced sideways.

After all, Feng Qing'er has been dazzling in the past two years. She is undoubtedly the most outstanding disciple among the masters of the Sifang Pavilion. Every time Venerable Lei praises Feng Qing'er, no one can refute her. After all, the facts are there.

Therefore, even they were a little curious about who this man was who was so close to Feng Qing'er.

"Nine-star Douhuang."

Feng Xian murmured softly, seeing through Xiao Yan's strength at a glance, and a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes.

From an outsider's perspective, it is indeed not harmonious that Feng Qing'er, a nine-star Dou Zong, is so close to Xiao Yan, a plain-looking nine-star Dou Huang.

To put it bluntly, why is Xiao Yan so close to Feng Qing'er?

Just then Xiao Yan remembered something, flipped his hand, took out the Fenglei Pavilion token and handed it to Feng Qing'er.

"Feng Qing'er, I'll give this back to you."

"Eh?" Feng Qing'er took the token and looked at him in astonishment, "You didn't go to the Tianshan Blood Pool?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but when I woke up it was already past time."

Xiao Yan scratched his face embarrassedly, and Feng Qing'er's eyes showed understanding.

"Really? That's a pity. The Tianshan Blood Pool only opens once every three years."

"I'm really sorry for wasting your place."

"Don't worry about it. Even if I don't give it to you, there is still a vacant spot in Fenglei Pavilion."

Xiao Yan apologized again, and Feng Qing'er put the token away indifferently. It was not that she did this just to comfort Xiao Yan, it was indeed the case. Although the Tianshan Blood Pool could help the Dou Huang break through to the Dou Zong level, the prerequisite was that one's own strength had reached the requirement. Only a mid-level Dou Huang would be barely qualified, let alone a low-level one.

"Qing'er!"

At this moment, Lei Zun suddenly stood up and shouted, while Huang Quan Zun and Jian Zun saw the anger hidden in Lei Zun's eyes and glanced at Xiao Yan.

This kid is probably in trouble.

"Pavilion Master, what's wrong?"

Feng Qing'er stood up and looked at Lei Zun in confusion. The latter pointed at Xiao Yan and asked in a deep voice.

"Who is that boy?"

"He is a friend I knew before, Xiao Yan."

Feng Qing'er didn't think about anything and introduced himself to Lord Lei frankly. Xiao Yan also stood up and saluted Lord Lei with his fists clasped.

"Junior Xiao Yan greets Venerable Lei."

Venerable Lei narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Xiao Yan up and down.

A Nine-Star Douhuang around the age of twenty is indeed considered pretty good.

But, compared with Feng Qing'er, there is still a world of difference!

"Qing'er, I shouldn't interfere with your social life." Lei Zun looked at Xiao Yan with some hostility in his eyes, "But when you make friends, you should also choose your friends carefully."

Lei Zun's words startled Xiao Yan slightly, and Feng Qing'er's expression was also a little strange.

"Master, what do you mean by this?"

"Literally." Lei Zun slowly raised his hand and pointed at Xiao Yan unceremoniously, "This kid is not worthy of standing by your side, let alone being your friend."

Venerable Lei's words made Feng Qing'er's eyes flash with anger. If it were in the past, she might have agreed with Venerable Lei's words.

With his status and strength, Xiao Yan is indeed not qualified to be called his friend.

But after spending a month in the Black Horn Region with Xiao Yan and Xiao Yixian, Feng Qing'er's previous views no longer existed.

Whether someone is worthy of being friends should not be measured by strength or family background.

Cai Lin's face also showed a hint of anger. Although she was also unhappy with Feng Qing'er, she couldn't pretend not to hear Master Lei's blunt words that belittled her husband.

Feng Qing'er took a step forward and was about to argue with Lei Zun. When Cai Lin was about to stand up, Xiao Yan suddenly stood in front of Feng Qing'er and stopped her, causing Cai Lin to pause.

“Feng Qing’er, what Lord Lei said may not sound nice, but I can tell that he is thinking about you. Don’t argue with him for my sake.” Xiao Yan turned his head to look at her stunned eyes and said slowly, “So, I will talk to him myself.”

"But."

Feng Qing'er wanted to say something but was interrupted by Xiao Yan's Zheng Sheng, and then she looked at Lei Zun.

"If I still hide behind you at this time and let you quarrel with your teacher because of me, my friend, then I really don't deserve to be your friend."

Chapter 552 What is your relationship with her?

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Feng Qing'er stood behind Xiao Yan, looking at him in a daze, then a helpless smile appeared on her face.

This guy really hasn't changed at all.

Cai Lin, who was about to stand up to calm Xiao Yan, heard what Xiao Yan said and sat back on the chair after standing up.

Since my husband has decided to handle the matter himself, I, as his wife, should not interfere. Moreover, we are so close that I can protect him in the first place even if there is danger.

Thinking of this, Cai Lin showed indifference on her face, but in fact her nerves were stretched to the limit, and her beautiful eyes were fixed on Lord Lei.

Cai Lin had learned a profound lesson from what happened with Hong Tianxiao before. She would never make the same mistake again this time. If Lord Lei made any unusual movement, she would immediately step in front of Xiao Yan to protect him.

Venerable Sword and Venerable Huang Quan were slightly stunned when they saw Xiao Yan's actions. It was indeed rare to find a young man who could speak so calmly in front of Venerable Lei.

Feng Xian also glanced over, narrowed her beautiful eyes, and watched quietly.