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But she was not sure. If Chen Yin really pissed them off, she might not be able to rescue him in time.

Chen Yin just turned his head and frowned slightly: "They said some very excessive words."

"Of course I know! I'll ask them for an explanation myself!"

Yu Ling was almost completely mad: "Why are you meddling in other people's business, little guy!"

Chen Yin shook his head.

"…I'm not meddling in other people's business."

His tone was serious.

The monk who had spoken so arrogantly was about to speak in displeasure: "Whose child is this? Has anyone claimed the child? If not, I will not be polite--"

The moment he finished speaking, his tongue was already flying in the air.

It was so light that the blood didn't even have time to scatter.

Most people didn't see what was happening.

Only a few highly skilled Taiqing Realm cultivators reacted, and the fastest ones were Yu Ling and the Forgotten Elder.

They both widened their eyes almost at the same time.

Others may not see it clearly, but they do.

It was a sword light.

The sword light was so fast that there was no way to react.

The monk whose tongue was cut off was stunned for three or four seconds before he screamed at the top of his lungs, covering his mouth with blood gushing out, and lay on the ground twitching wildly.

Gradually, the other monks also reacted, and everyone's face was filled with incomparable shock.

"Daoyun? Sword, the Daoyun of swordsmanship?!"

"How is it possible! How many years has it been since there was a Taiqing sword cultivator who achieved enlightenment through the way of swordsmanship?"

"Who was it? Who did it?"

Everyone panicked, only Wang Ze had a serious expression, clasped his fists and said loudly:

"Which Taoist friend, please come forward and have a chat."

After a moment, a disembodied voice came from midair:

"If this mouth can only curse and not apologize, there is no need to waste space on it."

"You don't have to apologize. Then you don't have to speak for the rest of your life."

"Say it once, and I'll cut off your tongue."

"...I said it." A young man in white clothes and cloth shoes slowly stepped out from mid-air.

He has starry eyebrows and sharp eyes, and an extraordinary appearance. His face is vaguely similar to Chen Yin.

As soon as the white-robed swordsman appeared, he became the focus of everyone's attention.

Wang Ze was not stupid either. He realized almost instantly that the swordsman in white was probably the father of the little boy in front of him.

However, there is no news about a swordsman with such cultivation level, even though he has been a wandering cultivator in seclusion for many years, in the current world of immortal cultivation.

He immediately stroked his beard and saluted the white-robed sword practitioner with a friendly expression: "My fellow Taoist, what is your name?"

"...What does it have to do with you?" the white-clothed swordsman said coldly.

"I want that person to apologize. Not you."

Wang Ze's face froze, but he still smiled in a good-tempered manner:

"Fellow Daoist, there may be some misunderstandings between us. You are so young and have learned the way of swordsmanship. You are really promising. Why don't we go up the mountain and have a chat? I will entertain you well--"

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

The man who was rolling and twitching on the ground wailed more miserably.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Everyone looked in horror and saw that the man's palm had been pierced by a branch and nailed to the ground.

Elder Wangzhe was shocked: "Daoyou, please talk nicely!"

“I don’t like to reason with people.”

The white-clothed swordsman still stared expressionlessly at the man tossing and turning on the ground, his voice calm and expressionless:

"You can apologize with more than just your mouth. If he doesn't apologize again, I will remove every part of him that can apologize one by one."

"Fellow Daoist!" Wang Ze frowned deeply.

"You don't believe I have this ability?" The swordsman in white looked back calmly.

Wangzhe did not refute.

…In fact, it’s not just him.

There were a dozen or so cultivators with profound cultivation present, all of them were elders or clan leaders of famous and upright sects.

However, it is also because of this that these people are more aware of how terrifying a monk who has attained enlightenment in the Taiqing Realm is.

Still a casual cultivator. Still a sword cultivator who entered the Dao through the sword.

The Taiqing realm means that it is extremely difficult to die unless fighting for life and death; being a casual cultivator means being free from all worries; understanding the way of the sword means attacking with extreme sharpness.

Once you make a grudge against this kind of person, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep peacefully.

This group of people just came together to look for the child, and they don’t have a very good relationship with each other.

No one is willing to take the initiative to help someone they don't know well and to create a feud with a sword cultivator or a casual cultivator.

Including forgetting exile.

Once a feud is formed, it will definitely be a trouble for both masters.

So, Wang Ze hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively:

"Fellow Daoist, this matter... is there really no room for negotiation?"

"Why don't you take a step back, I am willing to give you some of the best treasures to establish a good relationship with you and make you my friend."

But the white-clothed swordsman only glanced at him slightly from beginning to end.

"I asked him to apologize, not you."

"Are you his mouth?"

Wangzhe suddenly felt embarrassed.

At this time, the person rolling on the ground seemed to finally realize the life-and-death crisis. He struggled desperately to get up, whining in his throat, his eyes full of bloodshot, as if he was begging for mercy.

The white-clothed swordsman stopped talking. This time it was Chen Yin who spoke.

"Apologize." He looked down at the man half-lying on the ground and repeated in a childish voice:

"You don't have to use your mouth. Think of something else you can use to apologize."

"You didn't think of it, but I did, so I'll just unload it."

"You only have one chance." His eyes turned cold.

The man was panicked for a moment, and suddenly realized something. He quickly crawled to Yu Ling's side, knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately.

He knocked his head quickly and hard, fearing that if he was a second slower, he would be killed by the sword of this terrifying swordsman in white.

Yu Ling didn't look at him.

Her beautiful eyes were always fixed on the figure of the swordsman in white, with a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

Chen Yin stood beside the man and watched him kowtow desperately.

Unless he tells the man to stop, the man won't dare to stop.

Finally, only after he had exhausted all his strength and kowtowed until he fainted did Chen Yin slowly withdraw his gaze.

"…You should be thankful that your child is our companion."

"Otherwise, I usually don't even have the interest to listen to people's apologies."

"My interest is to clean up the family tree for people who are bad-mouthed."

These vicious and arrogant words came out of his mouth so naturally, completely inconsistent with his immature appearance.

But the white-robed swordsman was staring at everyone, so no one dared to say a word.

Finally, Wang Ze gave a dry cough and stepped out to smooth things over:

"Fellow Daoist...you are no longer angry now, shall we just forget about this?"

The swordsman in white turned his head and lightly slashed the ground with his sword.

Suddenly, the magic circle on the ground broke into pieces, and Yu Ling lightly flew in front of everyone.

As soon as she landed, the monks were so scared that they all took two steps back.

Yu Ling fiddled with his wrist nonchalantly, not even glancing at the sword cultivator above him, but said to everyone in a very arrogant tone:

"You're really brave. You even dare to plot against me?"

"Do you really think that I, Yu Ling, have no temper?"

"I'm telling you, if I get pushed to the limit, I'll run to your doorstep every day and set off firecrackers at 2 a.m. I'll also run to your ancestral graves and eat up all the offerings there..."

Watching her talking nonstop, a group of people looked indignant but dared not speak out.

Yu Ling cursed enough in one breath, then put her hands on her hips with satisfaction.

"Ahem, Fellow Daoist Yu Ling, we will definitely compensate you for this matter."

Wang Ze continued to smooth things over: "However, as for the matter of the Immortal Lord Ruins..."

When Yu Ling saw that he was going to bring up the past again, she was so angry that she was about to start scolding him, but she heard a series of shouts from behind her:

"father!"

"mother!"

"Master!"

Yu Ling turned her head in surprise, only to see that Si Qing's group of children had somehow heard the news, and all ran over and knelt in front of the mountain.

"Dad, Mom, Qing'er is unfilial."

Si Qing's eyes were red, she bit her lips tightly and said, "But Qing'er doesn't want to be just a bird in a cage!"

"Since we have to grow up, why not let the child go out and explore the world? In next year's Immortal Apprentice Competition, I will definitely live up to my parents' expectations!"

"Please help me, Dad and Mom."

After saying this, she bowed deeply.

"Yes, please help us, parents and master!" Behind her, the children also pleaded in unison.

"Qing'er..."

In the crowd, a couple were in tears but could not speak for a long time.

Many people have begun to waver, and Wang Ze also realized that there might be a turning point at this time, so he quickly changed his words:

"A good sword is sharpened by grinding. The children are still young, why not let them go to the Immortal Lord Ruins to give it a try? Maybe they can find a great opportunity that belongs to them."

On one side was Yu Ling who refused to give in, on one side was Elder Wangzhe who just wanted to keep the peace, and on the other side were the children who had made up their minds.

One by one, the monks began to disperse with sighs.

In the end, there were only a few parents who wanted to talk to their children.

Seeing that the matter was finally revealed, Wang Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

The white-robed swordsman in the air disappeared without a trace.

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This struggle ended with a great victory for Yu Ling and others.

The little guys all went back to celebrate, cheering. Only Yu Ling stayed and called out to Chen Yin:

"Hey. You stay."