Chapter 72

Chapter 72: I’ll Give You Five Million, Leave My Brother

Xie Chen Zhou walked over, frowning:

“What’s wrong?”

Sang Nian was about to speak, when the group in front of her parted, and a young man slowly walked out from within.

Seeing that he looked three-quarters like Xiao Zhuochen, Sang Nian held back Xie Chen Zhou, who was full of impatience, and asked:

“Who are you?”

He glanced at Sang Nian, his eyes three parts cold, four parts disdainful, and five parts nonchalant.

Then, he casually threw a storage bag:

“This is five million spirit stones, leave my brother.”

Sang Nian: “Huh?”

“Not enough?” He looked at her expression, sneered, “Then I’ll add another five million.”

He threw another storage bag.

Sang Nian: “Huh???”

“Still not enough? Hmph, you’re just as I imagined, incredibly greedy.”

He threw down a few more storage bags:

“Thirty-five million, leave Xiao Zhuochen.”

Sang Nian: “…”

Damn it, putting everything else aside, she was really tempted.

Hearing the commotion over here, Chu Yao also came over.

Seeing the young man who was like a walking money tree, her expression changed:

“Xiao Jing, what are you going crazy about again?”

Xiao Jing, with his hands behind his back, looked solemn:

“Chu Yao, this is a matter between me and Sang Nian, it has nothing to do with you.”

Chu Yao kicked the storage bag on the ground:

“Take your stinky money back, who are you insulting? My junior sister doesn’t need this.”

Sang Nian: “.”

Actually, she kind of did need it.

Hearing Chu Yao’s words, Xiao Jing said in a deep voice:

“Since you won’t accept the offer, then you’ll have to accept the punishment.”

Seeing this, the people around him immediately shouted loudly:

“The martial arts field is for the disciples participating in the Heroes’ Assembly, she’s not welcome here.”

“Leave now, or don’t blame us for being impolite.”

Chu Yao replied simply and directly:

“My junior sister won’t leave, if you want to leave, you leave.”

Xiao Jing: “You—!”

Seeing that they were about to fight, Sang Nian was still confused.

Su Xueyin whispered to Sang Nian, explaining:

“This is Little Senior Sister’s nemesis, the youngest son of the Xuanjian’s sect master, Xiao Jing, his older brother is Xiao Zhuochen.”

Sang Nian: “Isn’t Xiao Zhuochen from the Changsheng Palace?”

Su Xueyin: “He’s too talented, he was chosen by the leader of the Wanxian League, and was sent to the Changsheng Palace to cultivate since he was young.”

Sang Nian didn’t understand: “Then why is Xiao Jing looking for me?”

Su Xueyin pulled her aside and took out a spirit stone:

“Look at this.”

Sang Nian took it and browsed through the posts on the square.

First post: The Medicine King Valley Incident

Second post: The Young Master of the Wandu sect died, the sect master is furious, offering a large reward for a banquet

Third post: Do cultivators of the Path of No Emotion actually know how to smile

Sang Nian: ?

She clicked on this post.

It was about Xiao Zhuochen… and her?

Someone had secretly recorded their conversation at the city gate with a recording stone, and wrote a 1000-word analysis of Xiao Zhuochen’s slight smile.

The final caption was:

As we all know, the Path of No Emotion is a major at the Changsheng Palace where the sword cultivator enrollment rate is 100%, and the graduation rate is 0.

How long will it be before Xiao Zhuochen follows in the footsteps of his master, senior brothers, and junior brothers? We’ll just have to wait and see.

The comment section was full of doubts.

Piaomiao sect recruiting new members:

“My spirit network must be broken, I actually saw something so ridiculous, it’s obviously fake, I’ve reported it.’

The Beast Taming Sect selling fox spirits for a long time]:

“I agree, I agree.”

There were also other voices.

The red-haired beauty of the Hehuan sect:

“!! Is this one of my junior sisters? She’s secretly doing great things, she’s actually managed to get Xiao Zhuochen, who even our senior brothers and sisters couldn’t get!”

The blue-haired beauty of the Hehuan sect:

“Damn, junior sister is awesome!”

The yellow-haired beauty of the Hehuan sect:

“Wuwuwu, I was planning to try to get him after graduation, but it’s fine, there are so many cultivators of the Path of No Emotion at the Changsheng Palace anyway, I’ll just change my target.”

[The second-in-command of the Wuji sect:

“I’m saying, can you people from the Hehuan sect stop going after the Changsheng Palace disciples? They’re all sword cultivators, you can go check out the Xiaoyao and Xuanjian too.”

Your dad at the Xiaoyao sect:

“Thanks for the invitation, I’m declining.”

Your dad at the Xuanjian sect:

“Thanks for the invitation, I’m declining.”

[Nickname hidden]:

“They say the Hehuan sect is the nemesis of the Path of No Emotion, I specially became a disciple of the Hehuan sect for Xiao Zhuochen, but he still didn’t even look at me, my heart is broken.”

A passing casual cultivator:

“Heh, were you after the senior disciple of the Hehuan sect, Yue Qingxi, or Xiao Zhuochen? Your homepage is full of Yue Qingxi fan fiction, I can’t bear to expose you.”

[Nickname hidden]:

“What, you can’t even climb a wall?”

A passing casual cultivator:

“Don’t climb my wall, bad luck.”

All the disciples of the Luohua sect are fragrant:

“Stop arguing, I’m at the scene, the picture is real, also, that’s not a disciple of the Hehuan sect, it’s the junior sister of the Xiaoyao sect, Sang Nian.”

[The red-haired beauty of the Hehuan sect:

“?”

[Your dad at the Xiaoyao sect:

“Damn, junior sister is awesome!”

The super polite disciple of the Xiaoyao sect:

“Damn, junior sister is awesome!”

The disciple of the Xiaoyao sect who never swears:

“Damn, damn, damn, junior sister is awesome!”

Sang Nian, seeing this: “…”

The cultivation world with a spirit network, truly terrifying.

No wonder there were so many people secretly looking at her on the way.

It was because of this.

On the other side, Xiao Jing and Chu Yao were still arguing.

Xiao Jing said with a chilling voice:

“Song Chu Yao, do you want to fight me?”

Chu Yao rolled her eyes:

“As if you could beat me, you’ll just end up crying and going to your mother again.”

Xiao Jing was furious, and blurted out:

“You don’t even have a mother to cry to!”

Chu Yao’s face instantly darkened:

“You dare say that again.”

Xiao Jing said:

“Say it, you not only don’t have a mother, you don’t even have a—”

Before he could finish, a sword wind grazed his face.

With a “bang,” the floor tiles behind him shattered.

Sang Nian shook the sword in her hand, and blew on the dust that had landed on her sleeve.

Xiao Jing covered his left cheek, in disbelief:

“You dare hit me?”

Sang Nian was about to speak, but Shen Mingchao beside her sneered disdainfully, smoothly saying:

“Hit you, I hit you, do I need to pick a day?”

Xiao Jing was furious, and angrily said to the people following him:

“What are you all standing around for? She’s already made a move!”

They came to their senses, and prepared to attack with fierce momentum.

A flying sword descended from the sky, its sword energy surging.

Everyone retreated in fear and surprise.

The spirit sword flew back into Wen Buyu’s hand.

The young man’s expression was no longer as gentle as before, his voice was slightly cold:

“Fellow Daoyou Xiao, please think carefully.”

Xiao Jing was furious:

“Wen Buyu, are you Song Chuyao’s dog? Why are you always here!”

“Shut up.”

Another sword light flashed, the young man in white landed, his expression extremely cold.

Seeing him, Xiao Jing immediately wilted:

“Brother, they were the ones who attacked first.”

Xiao Zhuochen said coldly:

“If you hadn’t provoked them, how would they have attacked? Go back and receive your punishment.”

Xiao Jing gritted his teeth in hatred, and dared not speak anymore.

Xiao Zhuochen stepped forward and bowed to Chu Yao:

“A Jing has spoken recklessly, please forgive him, Daoyou Song.”

Chu Yao snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Wen Buyu and the others hurriedly chased after her.

Sang Nian was about to follow, when Xiao Zhuochen’s gaze fell on her, and he said apologetically:

“Junior Sister Sang, I apologize for today’s incident, I will definitely discipline A Jing severely when I get back.”

Sang Nian waved her hand at him, her back to him, and said:

“You better really discipline him, otherwise, I’m afraid he’ll be mugged when he’s walking alone at night.”

Xiao Zhuochen stared at her back, pursed his lips, and turned around.

Xiao Jing was still unconvinced:

“I just wanted to teach that Sang Nian a lesson, it was Song Chu Yao who insisted on arguing with me.”

Xiao Zhuochen: “Go back and copy the sect rules three thousand times.”

Xiao Jing: “Brother!”

Xiao Zhuochen: “Five thousand times.”

“I did this for you,” Xiao Jing couldn’t believe it, “You’re actually siding with her?”

“It seems you’ve really been bewitched by her! I’m going to tell Father!”

With that, he ran off in a huff.

Xiao Zhuochen turned to the group of people following Xiao Jing and said:

“Take him back, copy the sect rules ten thousand times.”

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

Xiao Zhuochen: “If you don’t catch him, you copy ten thousand times.”

Everyone’s faces changed, and they hurriedly chased after Xiao Jing.

With that, this farce finally ended.

Xiao Zhuochen was about to leave when a disciple of the Changsheng Palace rushed over:

“Senior Brother, the Palace Master wants to see you.”

Xiao Zhuochen paused, nodding:

“I understand.”

He was about to leave, but he caught sight of something lying on the ground, and bent down to pick it up.

It was a pouch embroidered with white plum blossoms, the vine attached to the string had been broken by the sword energy, and it hung limply.

Xiao Zhuochen paused slightly.

This was… hers?