The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

I guess Wen Youqing...

wrong.

Jing Yan was stunned.

Then, he came to Wen Youqing and asked anxiously:

"Youqing, when your engagement was broken off, did your partner say anything harsh?"

"Ah?" Wen Youqing was stunned by his master's question.

Who dares to speak harshly to her?

Even though her cultivation level is a little low now, she has to find ways to avenge herself.

After all, Youqing doesn't hold grudges overnight, and she will take revenge without delay - except for Luo Li, the little green tea girl, because she really has no way to deal with this little green tea girl at this moment.

But after Wen Youqing thought for a long time, he couldn't remember what harsh words the other party had said when he broke off the engagement. He had always been polite.

So, she shook her head.

"No."

broken!

Jing Yan's face changed drastically.

The other party didn't even sign a three-year agreement. Could something have gone wrong?

Jing Yan thought frantically in his mind, and finally, he had a guess.

The other party must have forgotten.

It doesn’t matter. Thanks to him, I will make up for this mistake myself.

So, Jing Yan asked Wen Youqing again with a serious expression.

"Youqing, do you know who broke off the engagement with you?"

"Hey?"

Why does Master care about this issue?

Could it be that he cares about me, or feels sorry for me, or... is jealous?

In an instant, Wen Youqing's thoughts were in a mess. Facing her master's question, the girl hesitated for a long time and only remembered that the young man seemed to be favored by some "Hunyuan Taoist Sect".

Then she whispered:

"It seems to be some kind of Hunyuan Dao Sect..."

"Hunyuan Dao Sect..."

Jing Yan repeated it, thinking quickly in his mind, and finally locked on a small sect in his memory.

Then he looked at Wen Youqing and Luo Li.

Said:

"Master, I have something to do right now. Youqing, take your sister Luo Li back to the academy to study today. I will be back soon."

Wen Youqing: “?”

Master, are you feeling sorry for yourself?

Is he going to vent his anger?

Luo Li, this little green tea girl who is well versed in human nature, was right indeed.

That plan of hers works!

Fourteen, a great opportunity!

My name is Ye Fan.

He is a direct disciple of the leader of the Hunyuan Taoist sect. At a young age, he has entered the half-step Jindan stage. He is the fastest cultivator in the sect. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a child of destiny.

As for how I joined Hunyuan Dao Sect...

This is a long story.

Before I officially entered the world of cultivating immortals, I was a dung carrier. My daily job was to carry dung, which was an honorable and mission-filled job.

Until one day, a white-haired old man appeared in front of me.

"My young man, I see that you are... uh... gifted with extraordinary talents, and your bones... uh... amazing. Why don't you come... uh... and cultivate with me?"

Perhaps the old man was too excited and spoke incoherently. Ye Fan could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the old man's brain.

Cultivation?

What about lying to children?

I will not give up my newly-promoted job as a dung collector just for this illusory scam.

until--

He said he would give me money.

I didn't want to do it in the first place, but he gave me so much that I couldn't refuse it. So the matter was settled and I became his direct disciple inexplicably.

He brought me to a deep mountain and joined an ancient sect that had been hidden for many years.

Hunyuan Taoism!

I tried to practice the skills he gave me, and I didn't expect that my practice speed would improve by leaps and bounds. In just a few years, I entered the foundation-building stage. In the following period of time, I continued to practice diligently, and finally I reached the current half-step to forming a pill.

I thought the peaceful days would continue like this forever, and I would drink tea, practice, and carry manure on weekdays.

As a result, the peaceful daily life was broken today.

A young man in white holding a sword broke into the sect.

He was extremely handsome, and even his senior and junior sisters in the sect were attracted to him and fell in love with him at first sight.

I wanted to go up to him and chat with him, asking him whether he also had the same noble hobby as carrying manure, but I didn't expect that guy to draw his sword without saying a word, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the main hall at the highest point of the sect.

"Let your clan leader come out."

From that moment on, I knew what he wanted to do.

He is here to challenge!

Seeing that the glory of the sect was being challenged, the first to surround it were several outer sect elders. As a result, the young man's sword didn't even come out of the scabbard. Those outer sect elders were held in the man's hands like little chickens, looking weak and frail.

The young man did not harm their lives, but repeated it again.

"Let your clan leader come out."

unacceptable!

This is simply a humiliation, how can we tolerate this!

With this thought in mind, Ye Fan frowned slightly and retreated behind the crowd.

Go ahead, inner sect elder!

Just as Ye Fan thought, after the outer sect elders were easily dealt with, several figures rushed out from inside the sect. Their eyes were solemn and obviously extraordinary!

These are all great monks in the Jindan stage!

"Bastard, you are not allowed to bark wildly in the sacred place of Hunyuan Dao Sect. Look at the sword!"

It happened in a flash. Just when Ye Fan thought that the young man was going to be beheaded, a cold light flashed. The inner sect elders, like the outer sect elders before, were held in the hands of the young man and fainted.

It’s a tough one!

Ye Fan frowned again and took a few steps back.

Cultivating immortals is indeed risky. If you are not careful, enemies may come to you. Carrying manure is suitable for him. It is safe and reliable. It is simply the most perfect job in the world.

Just as everyone was astonished, a white-haired figure floated down from the top of the mountain. It was the white-haired old man who had tricked them into cultivating immortals.

The leader of Hunyuan Taoism!

Just when everyone thought that a war was about to break out, the old man said lightly:

"I am the leader of Hunyuan Dao Sect."

"My friend, you have already reached the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age. You are extremely talented. I wonder why you came to the Hunyuan Dao Sect?"

The handsome young man in white obviously didn't expect that the old man would talk to him calmly. He paused for a moment, but soon reacted and asked back:

"Why aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?"

"Then how can I cause trouble if you are not angry?"

"..."

The old man obviously didn't expect the boy to be so straightforward, so he walked up to the boy and said with a smile: "Let's talk?"

"it is good."

Then, the scene became inexplicably weird. The two of them moved some chairs and benches to the spot, made a cup of tea, and started talking.

Because Ye Fan was the master's direct disciple, he had the opportunity to stand nearby, holding a watermelon stored in the summer and eating it comfortably.

"What do you want, young friend?"

The old man spoke first.

"It's like this, my apprentice's engagement was broken off by a disciple of your Hunyuan Dao Sect."

The boy took a sip of tea and spoke slowly.

"I see. How about I ask this disciple to come to my house and apologize, and let him be beaten and scolded?"

"Absolutely not."

The young man interrupted the old man and said:

"I've thought about it. This breakup is a good opportunity for both parties to learn from each other. Why don't we set a three-year deadline? After three years, let these two fight at the Zhongzhou Trial Conference. What do you think?"

"That's a good idea."

The old man narrowed his eyes and asked:

"Then what is the name of the unfaithful man in our sect who broke off the engagement? We can make preparations in advance."

The young man in white obviously paused.

No way, you must know other people’s names, Ye Fan thought jokingly while eating melon with gusto.

But after a long time, the young man in white still did not say his name, but said hesitantly:

"Should, probably, perhaps, possibly... be the disciple with the best talent in your sect?"

Which unlucky guy is that?

Ye Fan thought so and did not forget to take a bite of his own juicy watermelon.

But suddenly, he paused.

Because he saw the vague gaze of his sect master floating towards him.

Mom!

I'm just a dung picker, why would I cancel the marriage?

Ye Fan was so scared that the melon fell off.

But the old man obviously didn't care what Ye Fan was thinking, but smiled and said:

"Okay, let's make this bet with a deadline of three years."

After saying this, both the young man and the old man smiled.

Ye Fan didn't know what the boy was thinking, but he could guess a little about what his clan leader was thinking.

Finally, this god of plague was driven away.

After the two men completed the agreement, the young man stepped on the sword and flew away into the sky.