After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 84 - Dispute

Chapter 84: Dispute

At the Ziyun inn, in their room.

Jiang Huai sat on the bed, carefully reading through the Burial Dragon Valley guide prepared by Ziyun Pavilion. As the saying goes, know your enemy and know yourself, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. Jiang Huai always liked to be fully prepared, which is why Bai Li enjoyed exploring secret realms with him. He could distinguish what was valuable and what was not, which spirit beasts guarding spirit herbs could be outsmarted, and which required a direct confrontation, including their weaknesses. His efficiency was many times higher than when Bai Li explored secret realms alone.

As Jiang Huai perused the guide, Bai Li sat behind him against the wall, idly pressing her black silk-clad feet against his back as if giving him a massage.

“How far have you gotten with ‘The Melody of Warm Jade’?”

“Almost finished.”

“Let me see.”

Jiang Huai tossed the manuscript of ‘The Melody of Warm Jade’ to Bai Li. She read through it for a while, then her eyes widened in disbelief. Lifting her black silk-clad foot, she clamped it around Jiang Huai’s neck.

“You’ve degenerated, Jiang Huai! How could you write such a boring ending! This is too degenerate!”

“Alas, you understand yet you don’t.”

Jiang Huai lightly scratched the black silk foot around his neck, and soon Bai Li withdrew it hastily due to the tickling. Jiang Huai turned to look at her, her cheeks flushed red. Her sensitivity to her feet had always been the same.

“It’s too degenerate.”

Bai Li continued to grumble, handing the finished script back to Jiang Huai, “This is not the ending I wanted to see!”

“As long as someone wants to read it, that’s enough,” Jiang Huai said as he put the script away.

After exploring the secret realm, he would have to find time to deliver it to Ziyun Pavilion.

He stood up. Burial Dragon Valley was set to open tonight. He walked to the window to get some fresh air. Downstairs near Ziyun Pavilion, a crowd had gathered – these cultivators were also here to explore Burial Dragon Valley. Most were casual cultivators, with some sect disciples, their cultivation levels ranging from the middle stage of Core Formation to the middle stage of Nascent Soul. After all, Burial Dragon Valley only allowed cultivators up to the late stage of Nascent Soul to enter.

These secret realms that were considered immortal tombs all had this rule, leaving the resources for the younger generation of cultivators.

The Burial Dragon Valley secret realm was within the territory of the Rimian Continent’s Yin family, so to enter Burial Dragon Valley, one had to buy a ticket from the Yin family. The Yin family had released news of the opening of Burial Dragon Valley quite early, and Jiang Huai had bought a ticket well in advance.

Yes, only one ticket was needed. When the time came, Bai Li would transform into her true form and hang around Jiang Huai’s neck. If anyone asked, Jiang Huai would say she was his spirit pet, saving a lot of money. Bai Li didn’t care anyway. In a way, her skin was as thick as Jiang Huai’s.

Bored, Bai Li also approached the window. But as her gaze fell downward, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she saw a figure in the distance, gripping Jiang Huai’s sleeve tightly.

“It’s him!”

“Who?”

“That bastard who wanted to capture me as a spirit pet!”

Bai Li’s voice was filled with grinding teeth, her dark eyes burning with rage, her slender shoulders trembling uncontrollably. Jiang Huai followed Bai Li’s gaze and saw a man in white being surrounded by a crowd in the distance, discussing recent amusing events.

“Are you sure it’s him?”

“I’m sure. Even if he turned to ash, I would recognize him!”

Jiang Huai’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Let’s go, it’s time for revenge.”

Jiang Huai took a step forward, but Bai Li grabbed his sleeve, “No, he has a fifth-level Divine Transformation protector by his side.”

“Fifth-level Divine Transformation, huh…”

Jiang Huai weighed his options for a moment, then chuckled lightly, “No problem, come up to my neck.”

The cool touch on his neck made Jiang Huai feel somewhat refreshed.

At this moment, Bai Li had transformed into a small white snake coiling around his neck. Perhaps because Bai Li had frightened him so often, Jiang Huai wasn’t as scared as before. He quickly descended the stairs, passing through the crowd of casual cultivators downstairs, and approached the white-clothed man Bai Li had pointed out.

The white-clothed man was accompanied by a middle-aged man in grey, as well as some sect disciples and casual cultivators, all chatting together on the grass with fine wines and delicacies laid out. However, as soon as Jiang Huai arrived, everyone turned their attention to him.

“Who might this be?” the white-clothed man looked up at Jiang Huai.

Although Jiang Huai’s reputation had spread throughout the Eastern Region, not many had seen him in person. Jiang Huai spoke calmly.

“Tianxuan Sect’s Jiang Huai. Have you heard of me?”

The white-clothed man and the grey-clothed cultivator beside him were taken aback. The grey-clothed cultivator quickly scanned Jiang Huai with spiritual energy, confirming that Jiang Huai only had the cultivation of the first level of Qi Refining, before quietly breathing a sigh of relief.

“I’ve certainly heard of Brother Jiang. That little snake around your neck also looks familiar. May I ask what brings Brother Jiang here?”

The white-clothed man looked at Jiang Huai, and before Jiang Huai could question him, he had already admitted his identity.

“I heard from my Xiaobai that she had already mentioned my name, yet you still wanted to take her as your spirit pet and even tried to take my sword?” Jiang Huai sneered, his tone aggressive.

When looking for trouble, there’s no need for pleasantries. Being too polite only encourages the other party to take advantage. Although the outcome wouldn’t change, Jiang Huai didn’t like to play the fool.

Vengeance should be swift and decisive.

Hearing Jiang Huai’s words, the white-clothed man chuckled.

“Brother Jiang, you seem to be misunderstanding. I am the young master of the Moon Wheel Sect, Ji Qingchen. A few days ago, I encountered this little snake in a secret realm. She kept saying she was your spirit pet and even had the Ye Ning sword with her. I thought she had stolen your spirit sword and was planning to retrieve it for you and present it with both hands. Unfortunately, she escaped, which is truly a huge misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding?” Jiang Huai glanced at him.

“Yes,” Ji Qingchen nodded slightly.

“But I don’t believe it,” Jiang Huai interrupted him coldly.

“Kneel down and kowtow to my spirit pet. If she’s in a good mood, she might spare you this time.”

Ji Qingchen looked at him confusedly for a moment, then inevitably laughed.

“Is Brother Jiang joking?”

“Do I sound like I’m joking?”

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“Don’t you?”

“Do you know who my master is?”

“Who doesn’t know Petal Fairy Chu Xianning?”

“So do I still seem like I’m joking?”

“How could you not be? Brother Jiang, you seem to have not realized the situation. You have lost your cultivation now. I call you ‘Brother Jiang,’ but do you really think you’re someone important? Granny Jiuyou herself said that your cultivation is hopeless to recover in this lifetime, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re expelled from your sect like a stray dog. Even your marriage has been called off. I’m quite curious, Jiang Huai, what is the reason for your arrogance?”

“So you’re not going to kowtow?” Jiang Huai asked.

Ji Qingchen stood up from the ground, his eyes fixed on Jiang Huai, “If you say one more word now, it should be you who kowtows to me. If there’s no blood, I won’t let it go easily.”

Jiang Huai drew his sword.

The Ye Ning sword was unsheathed, and sword qi filled the air as if every blade of grass was a soldier. The grey-clothed cultivator by Ji Qingchen’s side also immediately stood beside him. Although he only revealed the cultivation of the late stage of Nascent Soul, Jiang Huai remembered that his true cultivation was one realm higher, at the Divine Transformation.

The moment he held the Ye Ning sword in his hand, Jiang Huai had no worries. This is the advantage of a sword and the reason why many cultivators prefer to become sword cultivators. With a sharp blade in hand, one holds the power.

A faint, almost imperceptible cold smile appeared on Jiang Huai’s lips. Just as he was about to make a move, a distant female voice reached their ears.

“Gentlemen, this is the Yin family’s territory.”

The source of the female voice was a woman in a green dress. She had a voluptuous figure and enchanting eyes. Almost instantly, she appeared between Jiang Huai and Ji Qingchen. An invisible spiritual energy separated the two men as she spoke slowly.

“Burial Dragon Valley opens tonight. The Yin family would like to make a small profit from this event. Please, gentlemen, restrain your anger and do not fight on the Yin family’s land. Once the Burial Dragon Valley secret realm is over, you can do as you please, and the Yin family will not interfere.”

Ji Qingchen shifted his gaze to the woman in front of him, a trace of greed appearing in his eyes before dissipating.

“May I ask if you are the Yin family’s second fairy, Lingsu?”

“That’s right.”

“I’ve long heard of Fairy Lingsu’s name. Now that I see you, you are even more beautiful than what those fellows have described.”

Lingsu covered her mouth and laughed, “You little charmer.”

Jiang Huai glanced at her briefly. Although he had lost his spiritual energy, he could still use his soul to quietly probe her cultivation. Lingsu’s cultivation was at the fifth layer of the Void Refining stage, making her a sixth realm cultivator, obviously an old woman.

He seemed to have heard the name Fairy Lingsu before, but in his memory, she was a promiscuous woman who had dual cultivation with many young male cultivators and kept several male concubines.

Jiang Huai couldn’t even be bothered to take another look. Although her appearance wasn’t bad, compared to Chu Xianning, it was like comparing the light of a firefly to the brilliance of the moon. Having been in Chu Xianning’s company for so many years, his eyes had become exceedingly discerning. If a woman wasn’t stunningly beautiful, he lost interest in giving her a second glance.

“I presume this young master must be Jiang Huai from the Tianxuan Sect? Four years ago, I had the pleasure of seeing Master Jiang at the Eastern Region competition. Your swordsmanship left a lasting impression on me.”

“I want to strike him, are you going to stop me?” Jiang Huai asked indifferently, barely lifting his eyes.

“This is the Yin family’s territory. If the two young masters were to have a dispute here and cause any displeasure, it would be difficult for me to explain if the elders of both families came to my Yin family seeking accountability. So… please, Master Jiang, do me the honor of saving face,” Yin Lingsu said, her eyes swirling with feigned allure.

For some reason, Jiang Huai felt a slight aversion. He disliked such pretentious flirtatiousness, preferring the genuine blush of a woman’s cheeks.

“Fine, I’ll give you some face.”

Jiang Huai knew that he couldn’t draw his sword. Jiang Huai wasn’t afraid of the Divine Transformation cultivator, but if a Void Refining cultivator tried to stop him, he naturally wouldn’t be able to strike. With a way out offered, he took it and left without another word, turning around and walking away.

Ji Qingchen watched Jiang Huai’s retreating figure from behind, a cold smile undisguised on his lips. He spoke slowly.

“Jiang Huai, you’d better pray that you don’t run into me in the secret realm.”

“I’d advise you to do the same,” Jiang Huai said without turning back as he returned to the Ziyun Inn with Bai Li.

Ji Qingchen’s eyes followed Jiang Huai with a sinister gaze while the grey-clothed cultivator beside him couldn’t help but whisper a reminder.

“Young master, his master is Chu Xianning. Unless necessary, it’s better not to kill him.”

“So what if it’s Chu Xianning? Just a cripple. Do you think Chu Xianning would care about such a cripple? Perhaps she has long wanted to expel this waste from her door but just hasn’t found the right words. Besides… who said anything about killing him? If we happen to meet in the secret realm, a little sparring, breaking a few of his bones, will do just the same.”

Yin Lingsu looked at Ji Qingchen and gently reminded him.

“Young Master Ji is joking. Some things are better said than done.”

The young generation these days are all so sharp and aggressive, unlike their time when they were more restrained, only thinking of secretly dealing with their opponents. Yin Lingsu felt somewhat helpless. If something really happened to Jiang Huai in the secret realm, wouldn’t the trouble come knocking on her door?

Hearing Yin Lingsu’s words, Ji Qingchen understood her meaning and laughed.

“Indeed, it’s just talk. There’s no need to get serious with such a waste. If Fairy Lingsu is free, would you care to join us for a drink?”

Yin Lingsu’s eyes were still filled with allure, and she tapped Ji Qingchen’s forehead lightly with her fan.

“Do you think I haven’t heard of your reputation in the sect? I’ve heard that among your concubines, you don’t spare anyone, from 18-year-old girls to 100-year-old exceptional cauldrons.”

“Dual cultivation is a matter of mutual consent,” Ji Qingchen didn’t bother to defend himself, instead, he smiled.

“None of those vulgar women can compare to Fairy Lingsu. It’s rare to meet you today, so you must honor me with a drink. We can get to know each other better. After all, there will be many opportunities for cooperation between the Moon Wheel Sect and the Yin family in the future, right?”

Yin Lingsu glanced at Ji Qingchen in front of her and finally sat down on the chair.

In this world of cultivation, where morals have decayed, there are countless older female cultivators who deceive young male cultivators into dual cultivation for their own benefit. There are always rumors about it every year. But if it’s about looks, Yin Lingsu was more interested in Jiang Huai, who had already returned to the Ziyun Inn.

Four years ago, she sat below the Eastern Region competition, feeling the sharpness of Jiang Huai’s swordsmanship, and couldn’t help but press her legs together, feeling weak all over. It’s a pity that his master was the Petal Fairy Chu Xianning. Who would dare to flirt with him?

Even now that he had lost his cultivation, with that face and those enticing peach blossom eyes, Yin Lingsu really wanted to press that guy beneath her and squeeze him dry.