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The Masked Strength of the Sect's Trash chapter 97
🕑 Added 2024-10-15 12:37:48 +0000 UTCLu Shaoqing spoke with a fierce, murderous aura, "We'll capture their disciples and make them slaves in the mines, destroy their sect’s legacy, plunder their wealth, and dig up their roots entirely."
Thud!
Thud!
Two loud thuds followed as Xiao Yi and the little red bird on her head both fell to the deck in shock.
Xiao Yi quickly scrambled back up, hurriedly placing the little red bird back on her head. Noticing her two senior brothers’ gazes, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she stammered an explanation.
"I-I was just too nervous."
Lu Shaoqing sneered. "How old are you now? And you still get nervous?"
Ji Yan nodded in agreement. "You shouldn't be."
"The sky isn’t falling. What's there to be so tense about?"
Xiao Yi felt a bit like crying. It wasn’t about whether the sky was falling—it was about being scared out of her wits by her second senior brother’s outrageous suggestion.
She could hardly believe what she had just heard. Did he really mean it? Exterminating an entire sect wasn’t something one just casually mentioned!
Dianxing Sect wasn’t some small, insignificant sect that could be wiped out so easily. They were a major force in Yan Prefecture with a Nascent Soul cultivator in their ranks, and in some ways, they were even stronger than Lingxiao Sect.
Xiao Yi couldn’t help but ask, "Second Senior Brother, are you serious?"
Ignoring Xiao Yi’s question, Lu Shaoqing turned to Ji Yan. "Well? Think it’s doable?"
Ji Yan responded calmly, "Why don’t you go tell the Sect Master and see if he doesn’t smack you to death?"
"Really? It won’t work?" Lu Shaoqing looked disappointed, his face full of disdain. "What kind of Sect Master lacks ambition? A Sect Master who doesn’t want to crush other sects isn’t a good Sect Master."
Then, full of renewed energy, he added, "Fine! We’ll do it ourselves! Don’t you love facing powerful enemies? Well, here’s a good one. They have plenty of Nascent Souls for you to fight to your heart’s content."
Ji Yan remained expressionless, his tone steady. "What’s to be afraid of?"
"Just a Nascent Soul? If they come, I’ll cut them down."
Xiao Yi stared in awe. Truly, only Ji Yan could speak with such confidence and power. Even Nascent Soul cultivators didn’t throw around such bold statements easily, but for Ji Yan, it seemed natural.
Lu Shaoqing shot Ji Yan a glare. "Stop with the lofty talk. Sure, you’re a Nascent Soul cultivator, great for you, but you’re still a pain."
"You’re supposed to help clean up my messes, and now look at the mess you’ve made! What kind of senior brother are you?"
Ji Yan looked ahead, seemingly enjoying the sound of the wind as the ship sliced through the air.
"From now on, don’t call me for small fry like this. I’ve got more important things to do."
Lu Shaoqing grew more frustrated. "Go crawl away. Just crawl as far as you can!"
Then, taking the opportunity, he turned to lecture Xiao Yi. "You see this? This is our senior brother—cold, heartless, and with a few screws loose. You’d better not learn from him."
Xiao Yi giggled. "But second senior brother, isn’t senior brother kind of cool?"
"Cool?" Lu Shaoqing poked Xiao Yi’s forehead. "Are your eyes malfunctioning? No, wait, is your brain broken?"
The little red bird on Xiao Yi’s head clung tightly to her hair, staying as still as possible, knowing that one wrong move could attract the attention of the big bad second senior brother. If that happened, its beautiful feathers wouldn’t survive the day.
Xiao Yi, rubbing her head, insisted, "But it really is cool!"
How could it not be? Ji Yan didn’t strike often, but when he did, it was with such overwhelming force that victory was guaranteed. What could be cooler than that?
Lu Shaoqing, even more annoyed now, poked harder. "Cool, huh? So cool, huh? Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson!"
Just then, Ji Yan spoke up. "Xiao Yi, come over here."
Like a prisoner granted amnesty, Xiao Yi bolted over to Ji Yan’s side, wisely choosing not to stay near her agitated second senior brother.
Still sitting at the front of the ship, Ji Yan didn’t even turn around as Lu Shaoqing approached and plopped down in front of him, face-to-face.
Neither spoke. Ji Yan remained in a meditative state, and Lu Shaoqing sat there, staring intently at him.
Xiao Yi watched the two from behind Ji Yan, sensing a strange tension between them. Quietly, she edged backward, holding the little red bird in place on her head as she observed from a distance.
For hours, the two sat like statues, Ji Yan meditating with his eyes closed and Lu Shaoqing glaring at him as though he were trying to bore holes through him with his gaze.
Xiao Yi found herself growing more and more impressed by Ji Yan. She knew how intimidating Lu Shaoqing could be with that piercing stare of his. Few could endure it for long, yet Ji Yan remained unbothered for hours. It was a true testament to his strength.
Just as Xiao Yi began to think nothing would break the stalemate, she noticed a slight pause in Ji Yan’s breathing—a small, almost imperceptible disturbance, like a ripple in a calm lake.
Had she imagined it?
She glanced at Lu Shaoqing, and sure enough, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
No way… had Ji Yan finally cracked under the pressure?
But before Xiao Yi could investigate further, both Ji Yan and Lu Shaoqing suddenly turned their attention to the distant sky.
"Senior brothers, what’s going on?" Xiao Yi asked, sensing the shift in their focus.
Lu Shaoqing glared at Ji Yan. "You got lucky this time. Looks like Master helped you out."
Master? What did this have to do with their master?
Xiao Yi was even more confused.
