Chen Ye never expected that Bai Susu would be so unreasonable.
To think he even had a slight fondness for Bai Susu initially!
However,
seeing Chen Ye momentarily silent, Bai Susu suddenly tilted her head slightly, her delicate face showing a hint of boredom:
"Of course, if you’re unwilling to call, then you don’t have to."
Chen Ye was taken aback by her words; what was she up to?
Yet, he heard Bai Susu suddenly change her tone, her voice turning cold: "However, today’s matter, including what I just said, if you dare to leak a single word to anyone... hmph, you should understand the consequences."
She deliberately unleashed that madness and eccentricity again, just to make Chen Ye understand.
Bai Susu would do whatever she wanted, no one could control her, and no one dared to try.
Today’s events could be treated as a whim, but if Chen Ye spread her "loss of composure," he’d be stepping on her reverse scale.
This one... really knows how to toy with people’s minds.
If it were an ordinary person, they would’ve likely been made flustered and scared by her demeanor and words, not daring to defy her.
Chen Ye immediately bowed, speaking with utmost sincerity:
"Today’s event, Chen Ye will pretend never happened and will never mention it to anyone. As for this Baiqi Garden, Chen will ensure to take good care of it, not daring to slack off in the slightest."
Bai Susu’s icy expression slightly thawed but then she sneered:
"Another coward... If you had the guts like my dad, willing to die rather than submit, I might even reward you. Hmph, get out!"
Saying this, she turned and left the hut with graceful steps, like a proud little peacock.
Chen Ye slowly straightened up, watching Bai Susu’s departing figure, eyes deep and unreadable.
He walked to the door of the hut, watching as the petite figure walked further and further away until it disappeared outside the garden.
And just as Bai Susu’s figure was about to completely vanish at the edge of Baiqi Garden, she suddenly stopped, slightly turning her head to gaze distantly in the direction of the hut.
A thought resurfaced in her mind, becoming increasingly clear...
She really did want to take him as a servant...
To have him willingly, or unwillingly be willing, to submit to her.
This thought gave her a sense of inexplicable excitement.
After all, he resembles her dad so much...
...
"What bad luck, running into a lunatic!"
Chen Ye felt frustrated, inwardly cursing his misfortune for getting involved with such a nutcase for no reason.
He rubbed his temples, thinking he must not have checked the calendar before going out today.
As for Bai Susu’s talk of dying rather than submit.
He found it amusing.
If Bai Susu truly forced him, he might as well just call her master.
Because... he wasn’t alone and didn’t have that kind of courage.
Without him, his two apprentices would surely have a fate worse than death again.
In any case,
this grudge today, Chen Ye has noted it!
Still harboring a bellyful of anger, he planned to go home and bully Qing Jun to vent his anger.
When Chen Ye stepped out with a dark face, he heard sounds of suppressed exclamations and discussions outside.
"Look! Steward Chen actually came out of Baiqi Garden!"
"He’s... he’s completely unharmed?"
"Could it be... Junior Martial Uncle Bai was in a good mood today and let him go?"
Following the voices, Chen Ye saw the same sneaky Outer Sect disciples from earlier at Herb Peak, now gathered not far away, craning their necks in his direction.
These brats, having so much energy each day? Chen Ye felt even more annoyed.
One of them, a rather sturdy-looking disciple with cultivation at the Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer, saw Chen Ye’s gaze and instead of backing off, strode over.
This person was named Zhao Tong, somewhat known on Herb Peak, not because of exceptionally high cultivation, but because his aunt was a Guardian on Danxia Peak, which gave him some support daily.
"Hey! You’re the new Steward Chen, right?"
Zhao Tong walked up to Chen Ye, unabashedly looking him up and down,
"Did you see Junior Martial Uncle Bai inside Baiqi Garden just now? Did she... did she do anything to you?"
Chen Ye frowned slightly; Zhao Tong’s attitude irked him.
He replied indifferent: "Junior Martial Uncle Bai is inside paying respects, Chen dared not disturb and exited first. As for what Junior Martial Uncle Bai did to me, what does it have to do with you, Junior Brother Zhao?"
"Nothing to do with me?"
Zhao Tong chuckled, stepping closer to Chen Ye,
"This Baiqi Garden is Junior Martial Uncle Bai’s forbidden ground, everyone knows that. You, a newly arrived steward, intruded without problem, but being caught by Junior Martial Uncle Bai and coming out unharmed! Quick, tell me how you pleased Junior Martial Uncle Bai! Or else, don’t blame me for being impolite."
Indeed,
the prettier the woman, the more trouble she brings.
Even for someone like Bai Susu, with such a nasty personality like a little girl.
Chen Ye was in no mood to humor him at this point: "Junior Brother Zhao, you can’t just speak nonsense. As for Junior Martial Uncle Bai, what does she... that elder have to do with me!"
A certain despicable golden-furred ball gritted its teeth.
Zhao Tong was even more furious seeing that Chen Ye refused to back down.
In his mind, Chen Ye was just a steward who recently joined the Lingyin Sect.
Logically, he should have been severely punished by Junior Martial Uncle Bai.
But unexpectedly, this man walked out completely unscathed...
This person must have discovered Junior Martial Uncle Bai’s preferences in Baiqi Garden!
If Zhao Tong could find out, he could also use it to please Junior Martial Uncle Bai!
"I see you’re just a slick talker! You must have used some shameful trick to confuse Junior Martial Uncle Bai! Today, I’ll teach you a good lesson on behalf of Junior Martial Uncle Bai, you arrogant fool!"
Before he finished speaking, spiritual power surged on Zhao Tong’s body, and he punched towards Chen Ye’s face!
Chen Ye’s gaze sharpened, he neither dodged nor retreated, a thought flickered in his mind, and the reforged iron sword behind him suddenly unsheathed!
"Clang!"
The sword rang out clearly; the iron sword traced a blue light in front of him, precisely the second layer of the Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique!
The sword moved with his mind, free and unrestrained.
"Sword Control Technique?"
Zhao Tong was taken aback, he didn’t expect this Spirit Plant Steward to know the Flying Sword Skill, but his attack was already launched; he could only grit his teeth and continue.
Chen Ye pinched a sword technique with his hands, the iron sword moved as if part of his body, its tip emitting a blue glow; it reached first despite coming second, precisely landing on Zhao Tong’s fist.
"Ding!"
With a crisp sound, Zhao Tong felt a mighty force assault him, forcing his Protective Magical Artifact to activate, forming a light screen.
But it still couldn’t withstand it!
This seemingly nimble flying sword actually carried such power!
Zhao Tong’s spiritual power shield was already lacking solidity; under the continuous attack, it was like a flickering candle in the wind, teetering on the brink, shattering with a "crack" in just a few breaths.
The sword light’s momentum didn’t diminish, heavily hitting Zhao Tong’s chest.
"Pft!"
Zhao Tong felt like he took a heavy blow, spewing a mouthful of blood, his whole body flying backward, crashing into a waist-high herb not far away, scattering its leaves, a sorry figure.
He struggled to get up, but only felt his chest in turmoil, his bones seemed to fall apart, unable to muster any strength.
"You... you dare to hurt me! My brother is Zhao Qing! Just you wait!" Zhao Tong shouted in shock and anger, his voice fierce but lacking power. He couldn’t understand how he, a cultivator at the Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer, lost to an unknown Spirit Plant Steward, and lost so completely.
While threatening, he clumsily pulled out a Communication Jade Talisman from his bosom, infused it with spiritual power, and the talisman immediately turned into a stream of light, flying toward the Inner Sect.
The surrounding Outer Sect disciples, seeing the situation, were already frightened into silence, retreating one after another, fearing to be caught in the crossfire.
People from Herb Peak generally weren’t skilled in magical battles.
But this Steward Chen is clearly a Loose Cultivator yet knows a Flying Sword Technique?
"This... this is at least the second layer of the Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique! Among the younger generation of Purple Cloud Peak’s Outer Sect disciples, few have cultivated to the second layer..."
Someone with extraordinary sight noticed the profound mystery.
Chen Ye stood with his sword, his expression calm.
This Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique, combined with the power brought by his current cultivation and completed Heavy Body Technique, really had considerable power.
After a short while, a streak of light approached rapidly from afar, landing on the Martial Arts Arena.
As the light dissipated, it revealed a young cultivator dressed in a sky-blue Inner Sect disciple uniform.
This person, with a delicate male appearance and waist-length hair, was precisely Zhao Qing, who was enthusiastically courting Li Qiuyun on the Spiritual Ship that day.
"Who dares to hurt my brother?" Zhao Qing’s face turned cold.
The Herb Peak disciples were frightened into silence.
This was an Inner Sect disciple!
To put it harshly, Outer Sect disciples and so-called stewards were just labor for the sect.
Only Inner Sect disciples were the sect’s training focus!
A certain mysterious golden-furred ball hesitated a bit, no matter what, it was her... servant!!
"Brother! It’s him! He’s the one who hurt me!"
As soon as Zhao Tong saw who had arrived, he scrambled over, feeling as if he had found a savior, pointing at Chen Ye and crying out his grievances.
Zhao Qing frowned, first looking at his own brother’s wretched appearance, with a flash of displeasure in his eyes, he then set his gaze on Chen Ye.
"Is... is it you?"
Zhao Qing was instantly stunned,
This... wasn’t this the person who took Junior Sister Li away that day?
Chen Ye didn’t expect Zhao Tong’s brother to be this newly promoted Inner Sect disciple!
Late-stage Qi Cultivation, far more difficult to deal with than Zhao Tong. Chen Ye hadn’t yet fought someone at this cultivation level, except for someone like Kong Hongxuan.
Moreover, there was an old grudge!
Chen Ye sighed; it was all because of women, his two little girls at home were still fragrant and sweet...
"Long time no see." Chen Ye was secretly wary, already prepared to strike.
Who knew, Zhao Qing unexpectedly approached quickly, overflowing with enthusiasm:
"Uncle Chen! Long time no see! Uncle Chen, you recently joined the sect, and already mastered a remarkable Flying Sword Technique, I am impressed!"
Zhao Tong was further dumbstruck: "Brother? What... what are you calling him? He used a flying sword to injure me!"