This was a confrontation between two great Dao Integration Realm cultivators!

Those slightly in the know even explained to the people nearby, "Elder Yumen was said to have a very weak Gifted Constitution in his youth. Scorned by others and called trash for many years, he eventually broke free from his Gifted Shackles. After that, he became unstoppable, leaping to become one of the rare Dao Integration Cultivators under the heavens!"

"Ah! Now I understand why Elder Yumen wants to protect the Peach Blossom Sect disciples. Maybe he sees his past self in them."

As both sides faced each other coldly, suddenly, a somewhat lazy voice came from not far away. The voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely clear to everyone present, "I think that Peach Blossom Sect is not in the wrong, and Wuhua Palace should be punished!"

In an instant, all eyes turned towards Su Bei.

The sunlight spilled down, neither too thick nor too thin, lulling one towards sleep. A handsome man, clad in a white shirt embroidered with begonias and with a smile on his face, was walking slowly towards the area with his hands clasped behind his back. It was Su Bei.

Wang Tong narrowed his eyes, looking at the calm and composed Su Bei. His face grew dark, and he coldly accused, "What wind has blown Elder Su over here? Why? Elder Su, you don't deal with your own Sword Sect and run here to meddle instead?"

"This isn't your Sword Sect. What does it have to do with you?"

The arrival of Su Bei also surprised Liu Changqing and Yumen Du, who both watched him with a complex expression.

Su Bei glanced coolly at Wang Tong, his white robe fluttering in the wind, and said indifferently, "Elder Wang seems to have forgotten that I am also an elder of the Sacred Land!"

"Why should I not intervene in this matter?"

Wang Tong was momentarily speechless, looking at Su Bei with a malevolent gaze. He had indeed forgotten that Su Bei had become the nineteenth honorary elder of the Sacred Land, appointed by the Saintess herself, just yesterday!

With the sun high overhead, Su Bei looked at the group of Peach Blossom Sect disciples, then at the Wuhua Palace disciples, who had a smug look, and said lightly, "In my opinion, this dispute was entirely instigated by Wuhua Palace."

"Peach Blossom Sect apologized first, but the Wuhua Palace disciples, refusing to show any leniency even when they were in the right, went so far as to insult disciples from other sects at such an important event today!"

"Wuhua Palace should be severely punished. Isn't there that Ice and Fire Cave? Just shove them all in there..."

As soon as Su Bei's words fell, the Wuhua Palace disciples instantly showed a look of terror, staring at Su Bei in the sky and subconsciously taking a step back.

The Peach Blossom Sect disciples gazed up at Su Bei in the sky, their eyes flickering, red rising in their eye sockets as they swallowed softly. How could they not know that Elder Su was speaking up in their defense?

They thought the punishment was already certain; after all, even Elder Yumen Du had seemed to agree to discipline the Peach Blossom Sect disciples along with those of Wuhua Palace.

They could not help but feel a hint of puzzlement in their hearts, wondering why Elder Su would speak up for Peach Blossom Sect without any reason?

Seeing this scene, the other smaller sects also began to feel an unusual sensation in their hearts. A few cultivators who had once seen Su Bei defending several menial disciples in Wu City, not hesitating to injure people, watched all this thoughtfully.

Wang Tong, confronted by Su Bei who was only at the Early Stage Refining Void Realm, was filled with rage. But since Su Bei was indeed an elder of the Sacred Land, Wang Tong could not act against him. His face turned ashen as he said, "Su Bei! Are you deliberately causing trouble here?"

"After you've dealt with the trash of your Sword Sect, now you start meddling in other affairs?"

"What business of yours is this rabble? You're like a dog trying to catch mice—always meddling!"

Su Bei's face grew cold. He took a step forward, the Selfless Realm instantly unfolding around him. Showing no fear of the terrifying spiritual energy emanating from Wang Tong, he asked in a cold voice, "What is Elder Wang talking about?"

"How can the word 'trash' come from the mouth of an elder of the Sacred Land?"

"Or is it because Elder Wang is also an elder of Wuhua Palace and deliberately protecting them?"

Wang Tong's eyes flickered. His own intimidating presence had been dissipated in an instant by Su Bei. He was a Mid Stage Dao Integration cultivator; this Su Bei was definitely not simple.

Yumen Du also huffed coldly, standing next to Su Bei, his eyes fixed coldly on Wang Tong. Their intent was clear without words.

All the disciples below swallowed nervously, cautiously watching the two groups in the sky.

Seeing this, Liu Changqing felt a bit overwhelmed. He looked around and, with a forced smile, attempted to mediate, "Since both parties are set in their ways, let's not impose any punishment for now!"

"Hahaha, harmony is most important, harmony is most important!"

Wang Tong looked deeply at Su Bei, then at Yumen Du, snorted coldly, turned around, and left with a flick of his sleeves. Following that, the Wuhua Palace disciples also left without looking back, quickly following Wang Tong.

Su Bei glanced at the still-confused Sect Disciples, smiled at them, and said, "It's all over now. Avoid disputes with others next time; that's always undesirable."

Turning around, he intended to leave. This time it was just a sudden whim, a simple dislike of Wuhua Palace.

The Peach Blossom Sect disciples below watched this scene, looking at the gentle smile of the man in the sky, somewhat at a loss for a moment. A female disciple covered her lips with her hands, her nose feeling somewhat tingly, and her body began trembling slightly.

No one had ever stood up to speak for them before.

"Elder Su!"

Just as Su Bei turned around, a loud shout reached his ears. He looked back, puzzled.

The sunlight was soft, the breeze blew gently, and Su Bei watched the Peach Blossom Sect disciples before him, slightly dazed.

The next moment,

"From Peach Blossom Sect, Wang Erdao! Thank you, Elder Su!"

"From Peach Blossom Sect, Li Jixiang! Thank you, Elder Su!"

"From Peach Blossom Sect, Wang Bailun..."

Their voices rose and fell, echoing between heaven and earth. No one organized them; everyone seemed to act spontaneously, their gratitude for the man before them coming from the depths of their hearts.

They knew that if it hadn't been for Su Bei's sudden intervention, the members of Peach Blossom Sect would likely have been punished by the Sacred Land. Even now, the punishment was only deferred. But this was indeed the best outcome.

In the Twenty-One Provinces, in the Cultivation World, without strength, one doesn't receive respect. This was something everyone knew well. Yet, most people in the world are ordinary. 'Genius'—such a fine-sounding word—is, however, a dream that the vast majority cannot pursue in their lifetime.

Su Bei turned around, facing these Peach Blossom Sect disciples, or rather, facing this group of disciples who had been called trash by the Wuhua Palace disciples.

The sunlight cast dappled shadows, carrying the scent of flowers and grass, as if it wrapped around one's nostrils—rich yet not cloying, lingering long.

"There is no need to thank me."

Su Bei looked indifferently at the disciples from various sects bowing to him and then, under their somewhat puzzled gazes, said gently, "I have never pitied the weak, yet I have never looked down on the weak either."

"Trash or scrap, being weak is not terrible. What's terrible is being weak and yet wallowing in that weakness. Wuhua Palace is right: strength is always the foundation for earning respect."

"In the Twenty-One Provinces, no one will pity you. I am merely upholding respect for all."

The air was extremely heavy. Everyone was silent, quietly watching Su Bei. This scene was conveyed to the entire Twenty-One Provinces through the mirror in the sky.

The wind seemed to pick up. The Peach Blossom Sect disciples clenched their fists tightly, bit their lips, and looked up at the man in the sky.

Birds flew and circled the Sacred Sanctuary, their clear chirps scattering like a cascade.

Countless gazes turned in this direction, looking at the handsome, though not imposing, man in the sky. The begonia flower embroidered on his clothes shimmered in the sunlight.

Su Bei sighed wistfully, looking at the faces turned up towards him. As if speaking to himself, he said gently, "It's just that..."

"I have been through the rain, and now I just want to hold an umbrella for someone else."

He turned and drifted away.

The Peach Blossom Sect disciples instantly burst into tears, staring blankly as Su Bei returned to the high platform not far away, murmuring, "Elder Su..."

Yumen Du watched Su Bei's retreating figure intently, said nothing, then turned and disappeared.