Chapter 13

“They’re personal disciples from the Five Great Sects. Ah, judging by the clothes, they seem to be from the Yueqing Sect.”

“I’m envious. That must be the new junior sister of the Yueqing Sect. Truly surrounded by stars. This is the first time I’ve seen a living personal disciple.”

“Forget it. Didn’t you see how her senior brothers are treating her like a precious gem? We can’t afford to mess with them. Let’s keep our distance.”

Hearing the murmurs from the crowd, Ye Qiao tiptoed to get a better look.

Light blue robes embroidered with the unique mark of personal disciples—they were indeed eye-catching.

She hurriedly poked Mu Chongxi, who was watching the excitement, and immediately spotted Yun Que, “Do you see that girl?”

Among the male supporting characters in the novel, Mu Chongxi was the first to fall for her. This fool was so naive and was easily manipulated by the female protagonist.

Perhaps Yun Que found it more fulfilling to destroy a genius with a natural sword bone, leading to Mu Chongxi’s tragic downfall later.

Ye Qiao had felt sorry for this puppy-like character many times while reading the novel.

Mu Chongxi instinctively looked in the direction she pointed.

A girl in blue clothes.

So what’s wrong?

Ye Qiao drew out the sword at her waist, tilted her chin up, and said with clear, sharp eyes, “Fourth Senior Brother, have you ever heard this saying?”

“What?” It was the first time Ye Qiao had called him Senior Brother, and Mu Chongxi was a bit confused.

“If there is no woman in your heart, your sword will be divine.”

“The first page of the sword manual: Cut down the one you care for first.”

She pointed in Yun Que’s direction with a serious face, “Slash them indiscriminately!”

Mu Chongxi was speechless, “…Are you crazy?”

Exasperated, he pressed down on Ye Qiao’s head, “Stop talking nonsense and hurry up, Ye Qiao. If we don’t get to the inn soon, all the rooms will be taken.”

“The inns in Yunzhong City are quite notorious for raising prices. The later we arrive, the more expensive it will be.”

Ye Qiao sheathed her sword instantly, “What? Then why are you all standing around? Let’s rush inside.”

She didn’t have any money!

Once they squeezed inside, the four of them found a place to stand, with Ye Qiao protected in the middle. Her senior brothers were considerate enough not to let her get pushed around.

Feeling someone looking her way, Yun Que raised her eyes and stared directly at Ye Qiao. She seemed momentarily dazed.

Could it be Senior Sister Ye Qiao?

…No.

In her memory, Ye Qiao was always quiet, dull, and unnoticeable.

To make a comparison, she had always seen Ye Qiao as a pitiful figure, a disciple of an immortal sect who seemed more like a drab, unnoticed sparrow.

But now, the girl sheathing her sword seemed vibrant and full of life.

However, her face was undeniably that of Senior Sister Ye Qiao.

Holding a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, Yun Que approached, “May I ask which sect you belong to, fellow cultivator?”

Ye Qiao, who was discussing with Mu Chongxi which type of room would be cheaper for the night, looked up casually upon hearing the question. She glanced at Yun Que briefly and thought, as expected of the main character, she was indeed very beautiful.

Under Yun Que’s direct gaze, Ye Qiao’s expression remained unchanged, “Just a small, insignificant sect.”

Yun Que could hear the dismissiveness in her tone and felt a vague sense of frustration.

“You…” She had just started to speak when a voice interrupted.

“Little sister,” said a young man in light blue robes calmly, “let’s go.”

Yun Que had no choice but to shut her mouth.

After the two of them left, Ming Xuan thoughtfully rubbed his chin, “That girl is the new genius with an exceptional water spirit root from Yueqing Sect, right?”

“Yeah, but who was the person next to her? Even more pretentious than you,” Mu Chongxi said curiously.

Ming Xuan’s temples throbbed, but he held back, “He’s the chief personal disciple of Yueqing Sect.”

“Being at the same level as our senior brother, naturally, he would be a bit arrogant.”

Ye Qiao thought to herself.

That was unexpected.

If the chief personal disciple was there, she should have brought along their senior brother.

When it comes to fighting for spiritual plants, they wouldn’t have the upper hand.

Meanwhile, the disciples of Yueqing Sect were also discussing.

“Those four people just now, two were at the Golden Core stage, one was at the half-step Golden Core stage, and the last one was a girl at the Qi Refining stage.”

Hearing this, Yun Que unconsciously tightened her lips, “So many Golden Core disciples. Could they be personal disciples of some major sect?”

Golden Core…

Was the cultivation level of the girl’s senior brothers really that high?

Despite all being little sisters in their sects, Yun Que couldn’t help but feel a sense of comparison.

“Dear fellow cultivators,” the innkeeper called out loudly at this time, “all other rooms are full. Only the upper rooms are left.”

The Yueqing Sect disciples didn’t react much; as personal disciples, they naturally stayed in the upper rooms.

Only the upper rooms were worthy of their status.

However, Mu Chongxi jumped up and shouted, “A hundred top-grade spirit stones? What kind of rip-off place is this?”

Xue Yu covered his face.

Even Ming Xuan, who usually didn’t get along with him, elbowed him, “Shut up.”

What kind of personal disciple behaves like this?

The senior brother next to Yun Que sneered disdainfully, “Come on, don’t overthink it. If they’re this poor, how could they be personal disciples of a major sect? I bet they’re just some rogue cultivators who reached the Golden Core stage after hundreds of years.”

Exactly.

What kind of personal disciple would behave so disgracefully?

Knowing that the others weren’t as well-off as herself, Yun Que inexplicably felt a sense of relief.