CHAPTER 827: CHAPTER 831: MASTER’S MIGHT (9)

Su Xuan couldn’t tell whether she felt melancholic or disappointed; for a while, she remained in a daze, almost making Su Li believe she had inadvertently struck her senseless.

Until an awkward knocking sounded at the door, and their two pairs of emotionless eyes suddenly turned in sync, greatly startling the young disciple.

Stammering, the young disciple said, "Dao... Daoist Lord... Sect Leader asks you to come over, saying that Sister Piao has refused to leave his place."

"Heh..." With a meaningful expression, Su Li pursed her lips at Su Xuan, mouth silently forming the words, "They truly are inseparable."

Su Xuan glanced deeply at Su Li; his enigmatic eyes betrayed no hint of what he might be thinking.

His voice was cold and frigid, radiating an icy chill, "What did you hear earlier?"

The young disciple shook his head rapidly like a drumstick, stammering, "No, nothing... I heard nothing."

He wouldn’t have been able to stand without holding onto the door frame; his legs were so weak.

Su Li scoffed coldly, "What... scared people might find out about your little disciple’s scandal, huh?"

As soon as she spoke, Su Li felt a will forcefully assaulting her.

"Silence"—this was Su Xuan’s will.

The formidable Chaos Power, like a longed-for delicacy, surged forth and instantly devoured the power formed by this will.

Su Xuan, sensing something, turned his head, but Su Li had already looked away, thus he merely dismissed it as an illusion.

"If you speak nonsense again, it won’t just be as simple as confinement."

Su Xuan couldn’t really kill the young disciple at the door; this young man wasn’t anyone ordinary—he was the sole remaining disciple under the protection of Elder Changshan, known for his fierce loyalty, and Su Xuan’s direct bloodline, Si Yijun.

Having scared him earlier, tomorrow if Elder Changshan found out, with that quick temper of his, he’d surely rush over in a fury.

"Alright, you can go; those things... aren’t true."

For Su Xuan’s usual nature, saying such a long string of words was already an extreme; for the culprit who caused him embarrassment, he had lost all favorable impression.

"You should stay here and reflect well, and only come out when you realize your mistakes."

With a wave of Su Xuan’s hand, a giant barrier enveloped the entire courtyard like a massive net.

Su Xuan’s figure gradually disappeared, only his angry voice lingered above the rafters, echoing long and lingering.

"Piao Piao is my most cherished disciple; do not speak such words again, or I won’t spare you lightly."

Look at how these words go; any woman with normal thinking would surely misunderstand upon hearing such words.

Leng Piao Piao mistakenly believed her master’s indulgence and pampering toward her were feelings akin to her own.

After all, who would choose to defend a disciple over their own wife willingly?

The original body mistakenly thought Su Xuan had affections toward Leng Piao Piao.

Everything he did, every word he said communicated a single message to her and everyone else: his disciple was far more important than his wife.

Su Li wondered if anyone thought of master-disciple illicit affection; perhaps even pondering it inwardly, they dared not express it openly.

To do so was surely seeking death, daring to act on such thoughts.

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Returning from Li Jianfeng to his own territory covered a mere short distance, but Si Yijun felt he lived through a period of nerves on edge, full of fear and anxiety.

Worried that, with one misstep, he might fall victim to a sinister scheme; after all, he’d stumbled upon such explosive news.

Who could guarantee that Lord Changli wouldn’t opt to ’silence the leaking mouth with death’?

Knowing full well, only thorough Divine Soul annihilation was the best way to keep secrets.

All the way, his hand held tightly onto the Jade Pendant around his neck.

This was his family ancestor’s final safeguard for him, capable of withstanding a full-strength strike from a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator.

But fears abound when life’s at stake; who doesn’t fear the unexpected?

Lord Changli was renowned as the foremost among cultivators at his level; particularly, Sword Cultivators excelled at battling opponents stronger than themselves.

Should Lord Changli somehow bypass his family ancestor’s defense...

He couldn’t be blamed for cautiousness—his own life was exceptionally precious to him.

"What’s the matter, Xiao Jun Zi? Shrinking back and timid like a thief?" A booming voice echoed across the mountain.

His family ancestor had noticed him, now Si Yijun could finally breathe easy without fearing anymore.

His posture straightened; he walked with renewed vigor.

"Get over here quickly."

"At your command, Xiao Jun Zi is coming."

Si Yijun slunk into Lord Changshan’s cave abode, unable to contain himself, moved furtively closer, "Ancestor, I... I have a monumental secret I’m unsure whether to reveal or not."

Such matters, if spilled indiscreetly, spelled trouble, but silence held him in fear of one day falling prey without any means of avenging revenge or even identifying the murderer.

"Out, out, out; say it or don’t, it’s up to you."

Si Yijun pondered a while and quickly decided to take the risk, leaning toward Lord Changshan’s ear, whispering a few words.

Lord Changshan’s initially calm demeanor changed, growing increasingly grim: "Really, are you sure?"

Si Yijun affirmed staunchly, "I’m sure." Things had escalated to the point of action, definite affirmation as true.

Si Yijun conveyed a mixture of pity and sympathy, saying, "The Sword Peak’s Zhang Feng over there is quite pitiful... hence, the bitterness towards Leng Piaopiao."

"Understandable, understandable."

Lord Changshan slapped his only young disciple’s head, "Fool, if you truly believed someone incapable of initiating Qi could do anything to a talented Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Si Yijun’s eyes widened in disbelief, "Then why do all those people... even the Sect Leader..."

Lord Changshan said coolly, "Who could make Leng Piao Piao favored by Lord Changli?"

"Those people sought to please only Lord Changli; had he favored Su Li, Su Li’s pride would’ve turned into authenticity, while Leng Piao Piao’s lively antics became unruly, her so-called kindness turned into foolishness."

A person’s life hinges on their words; flipping up or down within reason.

"Such is human nature."

Si Yijun sighed wistfully, mumbling to himself, "Why even the Sect Leader... is like this..."

Lord Changshan gently patted his cherished young disciple’s head, sighing softly, "If you’re this foolish, what will you do if I’m gone and there’s no one left to protect you?"

"Don’t worry about this matter; the Sect Leader will surely prevent such affairs from happening. Wuwei Sect’s a thousand-year reputation lies with Lord Changli; he won’t idly observe destruction."

Si Yijun swiftly shook off previous gloom, urgently clasping Lord Changshan’s hand, expressing concern, "Ancestor, what’s happening? Don’t scare me!"

Changshan: "Child, my lifespan’s limited to five decades; I can’t protect you much longer. You must quickly grow."

"The path of seeking Dao is obstructed and arduous; any trivial matter could test you, so observe and listen more, speak less, and only then you’ll journey longer and farther..."

Lord Changshan of Medicine Peak seized the opportunity to educate his young disciple with slow, steady words, leaving echoes within the cave abode.

Meanwhile, at the Sect Leader’s Kunzheng Peak, Leng Piaopiao sat with a tearful face, angrily tugging at the blossom buds on a potted flower.