Fang Xian and his group slowly approached the Lingxiao Sect. Before even reaching the sect's gates, a vast and terrifying energy surged towards them.
This energy seemed to be squeezed out from the cracks in the heavens and earth, carrying an ancient and majestic aura, causing their robes to flutter loudly.
They knew in their hearts that this must be the power emanating from the Lingxiao Sect's supreme imperial weapon.
In the cultivation world, only sects with profound foundations and extraordinary strength, at the Quasi-Saint level or above, were qualified to possess such an imperial weapon.
It was like a divine scepter, capable of unleashing world-destroying power like an emperor, a powerful reliance for the sect's enduring strength, and a testament to the Lingxiao Sect's supreme majesty.
When they arrived at the Lingxiao Sect's mountain gate, the majestic gate stood before them like a colossal, imposing structure.
The massive stone gate was tightly shut, flanked by two stern-faced guards, each dressed in the distinctive attire of the Lingxiao Sect, their bodies radiating spiritual energy, constantly on guard against any intruders.
Li Muwan stepped forward and politely said,
"We have come to pay our respects to your sect leader. We hope you will inform him of our arrival."
The guards sized them up, a hint of suspicion flashing in their eyes, their tone icy.
"Unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter the Lingxiao Sect. Leave immediately."
Seeing this, Liu Yunyan took a small step forward, her posture dignified, her voice clear and crisp.
"I am Liu Yunyan, daughter of the Yunqing Sect leader. I have come with a friend to pay our respects. Please grant us entry."
Upon hearing the words "Yunqing Sect," the guards' expressions changed slightly. After exchanging a glance, they finally slowly opened the gate, letting them in.
The moment they stepped into the Lingxiao Sect, they felt as if they had entered a prosperous world of cultivation.
Along the wide spiritual path, pavilions and towers were scattered in a pleasing arrangement, and exotic flowers and rare herbs bloomed in profusion, exuding a captivating fragrance.
Disciples of the Lingxiao Sect came and went, some focused on their journey, others engaged in lively discussions of cultivation insights.
Their gazes were invariably drawn to Liu Yunyan and her group; their beauty stood out dazzlingly within the Lingxiao Sect, attracting the attention of many of its young talents.
"Young lady, you look unfamiliar. Are you new to our Lingxiao Sect? How about I show you around?"
A young man in magnificent attire approached with a smile and said to Liu Yunyan.
Liu Yunyan politely declined with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness, young master, but I have important matters to attend to."
Several other young talents then surrounded her, some inviting her to dinner, others wanting to exchange cultivation insights, but Liu Yunyan maintained her composed smile and politely declined each time.
Elder Tianqiong, Elder Tianlan, Li Muwan, and Luo Hongxia were also highly sought after by many male disciples.
"Miss, I've discovered an excellent cultivation spot near the Lingxiao Sect. Why don't we go together to discuss cultivation methods?"
"Fairy, I've recently acquired a recipe for spiritual cuisine. Would you have the honor of tasting it?"
They declined all these invitations.
Fang Xian, on the other hand, was also busy.
Many female cultivators, seeing his handsome appearance, couldn't suppress their admiration and stepped forward to invite him.
"Young Master, the moonlight is perfect tonight. Would you like to join me at the Lingxiao Pavilion to enjoy the moon and sample spiritual tea?"
Fang Xian was both amused and exasperated, and could only wave his hands in refusal.
Along the way, everyone remarked that the atmosphere at the Lingxiao Sect seemed a bit too enthusiastic, making them wonder if it was truly the Lingxiao Sect focused on cultivation, or the Hehuan Sect known for its romantic affairs. Why was no one there to regulate this chaotic scene?
Just then, an extremely handsome young man strode confidently towards them.
He wore a light blue robe embroidered with golden spiritual patterns, and a crystal-clear jade pendant hung at his waist. He exuded a unique aura, clearly indicating his extraordinary status.
His gaze was instantly drawn to Liu Yunyan, a flash of amazement in his eyes. He walked straight to her, bowed slightly, and said elegantly,
"Miss, I am Chu Yichen, the personal disciple of the Lingxiao Sect's Sect Master. Since you're new here, why not have dinner with me? I can tell you all about the interesting things in the Lingxiao Sect."
Liu Yunyan politely declined again, "Thank you for your kind offer, but I am truly unable to."
Chu Yichen, however, was not discouraged. Instead, he smiled confidently and said,
"Miss, if you wish to meet my Sect Master soon, you will need my help. After all, my status within the sect is not ordinary; only I can arrange a meeting with the Sect Master for you as quickly as possible."
His tone carried an undeniable arrogance, as if announcing his special status to everyone.
Liu Yunyan frowned, feeling somewhat displeased with Chu Yichen's attitude, but she suppressed her displeasure and refused again.
"I appreciate your kindness, young master, but I have my own ways of seeing the sect leader."
Chu Yichen's expression changed slightly, his smile fading, replaced by a hint of anger.
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his tone hardened.
"Don't push your luck. You're going today, whether you like it or not!"
As he spoke, he reached out to grab Liu Yunyan's arm.
Just as his hand was about to touch Liu Yunyan, a strong hand suddenly appeared, gripping Chu Yichen's wrist tightly.
Chu Yichen felt a powerful force surge through him, a sharp pain shooting through his wrist. He instinctively tried to break free, but found his hand as if clamped in an iron vise, unable to move.
He looked up and saw Fang Xian staring at him, his eyes filled with endless coldness.
"You dare touch my woman?"
Fang Xian's voice was low and icy, sending chills down one's spine.
A powerful aura emanated from him, pressing down on Chu Yichen so much that he could barely breathe.
Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events, and for a moment, the scene was deathly silent.
Fear surged within Chu Yichen, but as the personal disciple of the Lingxiao Sect Master, he was used to being spoiled and arrogant, and had never suffered such humiliation.
He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm.
"Do you know who I am? Daring to act wildly in my Lingxiao Sect, you'll regret it!"
Fang Xian coldly snorted, increasing the pressure on his hand, causing Chu Yichen to let out a painful groan.
"I don't care who you are. If you dare to be disrespectful to my woman in front of me, don't blame me for being impolite!"
As he spoke, Fang Xian exerted a little force, throwing Chu Yichen away.
Chu Yichen's body arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
He struggled to his feet, his face filled with anger and resentment, glaring fiercely at Fang Xian.
"Fine, you've got guts! You just wait, I won't let this go!"
With that, he turned and hurried away, clearly to find reinforcements.
The crowd watched Chu Yichen's departing figure, a sense of worry creeping into their hearts.
Luo Hongxia couldn't help but say, "He's the personal disciple of the Lingxiao Sect Master. Won't offending him like this cause us trouble?"
Fang Xian, however, remained calm. He patted Luo Hongxia's shoulder, reassuring her,
"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Everything will be alright."
Liu Yunyan looked at Fang Xian, her eyes filled with gratitude and love.
She gently grasped Fang Xian's hand, saying, "Husband, thank you. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know what to do."
Fang Xian looked at her tenderly, smiling, and said, "Silly girl, how could I let anyone bully you?"
A moment later, a powerful pressure swept over them.
"So it was you who dared to hurt my son?"