’His disciples couldn’t compare to Vice Mountain Master Yu’s, so is he now planning to use his wealth to save face?’
’Wouldn’t that be a little too pathetic...’
"Are the courtyards ready?"
Yu Mingxuan ignored the strange looks from the crowd. He had important business today and couldn’t be bothered with them.
"Reporting to Master, both are the Martial Arts Academy’s finest," the disciples replied earnestly.
"..."
The bystanders who overheard were stunned for a moment.
’Just what great personage was arriving? Why else would Vice Mountain Master Mingxuan insist on a personal welcome under these circumstances?’
Gasps already rippled through the surroundings. "Two courtyards! The Yu Family’s Mountain Master must be entering the world!"
In an instant, the entire Martial Arts Academy was in an uproar.
The people of Anren Prefecture were in a state of panic and desperately needed a pillar of stability to take charge.
In the current situation, who could be more reassuring than Qian Yiru, whose fame shook all of Yongzhou?
"Wait, that’s not right. Even if Qian Yiru is coming, no matter how high his Cultivation is, he’s still a disciple. He shouldn’t require Vice Mountain Master Mingxuan to welcome him in such grand attire, should he?"
"Are you dense? How could he be here for Qian Yiru? It must be for the other young Mountain Master Disciple!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone had a sudden realization.
You see, the other Mountain Master Disciple’s Master had also fallen at Dragon Ridge... Bah, Yongzhou Pass.
She didn’t necessarily have to join another Immortal Family in Anren Prefecture.
But if she were forced to choose someone here, the only ones qualified to be her Master were the Mountain Master surnamed Yu and the other two Vice Mountain Masters.
The Mountain Master’s status was too lofty; he would never condescend to take the initiative.
Yu Sheng’s Cultivation was a bit low, and she already had a Mountain Master Disciple of Lin Shu’s caliber under her wing.
Looking at it this way, the one with the best chance was none other than Vice Mountain Master Yu Mingxuan.
"I have to go inform Vice Mountain Master Yu and have her prepare some treasures in advance."
A student scurried off in a flash, heading toward an elegant courtyard.
「Just as Qiankun Academy was abuzz with excitement.」
WHOOSH!
A high, melodious sound suddenly echoed, like the cry of a Cyan Simurgh or the wind sweeping over a mountain ridge.
A pair of wings swept near, soon obscuring the sky.
It was formed from coalesced Spiritual Power. Its wings had the appearance of colored glaze but were even more ethereal.
And between the wings was a carriage of the utmost luxury.
A carriage that rides the wind, an avatar of a Mountain God!
As the carriage flapped its wings, a fierce wind swept through the academy, bending the ancient locust trees and kicking up clouds of dust.
When the dust settled,
the carriage had already landed steadily, quickly dissolving into motes of Spiritual Light.
"..."
The students stood frozen in a daze, watching blankly as the carriage dissipated to reveal two figures.
Both were dressed in Flowing Cloud Sword Robes.
The man’s figure was tall and straight, like a mountain peak.
Beneath thick, sword-like brows, his eyes were as sharp as blades. Though his face was expressionless, he exuded an inexplicable chill.
The young woman was full-figured, with gentle and serene features. Set off by the sword robe, she was so exquisitely beautiful that many students dared not raise their heads to look too long.
"Yiru, I’ve long heard of your great name."
Yu Mingxuan straightened his clothes and strode forward with a smile, taking the initiative to greet them.
"Yiru greets Martial Uncle." Qian Yiru nodded slightly, saluting with cupped hands in a perfectly meticulous gesture.
His movements were flawless, but his form of address struck the crowd as slightly odd.
Clearly, Qian Yiru didn’t know Vice Mountain Master Mingxuan at all.
His Master was a Border Garrison. Although Yongzhou Pass was poor, he held exclusive power.
In comparison, Yu Mingxuan was based in Anren Prefecture, where in terms of power, he might not even rank in the top five.
"Ahem."
Yu Mingxuan chuckled to hide his embarrassment.
He turned, a touch of eagerness in his eyes. "And this Mountain Master Disciple is?"
"My Junior Sister is called Miss Yun," Qian Yiru said concisely.
"What is her surname?"
"I don’t have one. Martial Uncle can just call me Miss Yun."
The young woman had abandoned the surname Cheng back in her childhood.
"A fine name."
Yu Mingxuan’s smile widened as he casually took the Jade Ornament from his waist. "As an elder meeting you for the first time, I don’t have much to give. This is a small trinket I’ve worn for many years. Please accept it as a greeting gift."
"Tsk, tsk."
The surrounding disciples rolled their eyes.
Vice Mountain Master Mingxuan was being a bit too obvious in his attempt to win over this Mountain Master Disciple.
But then again, people of immense talent did enjoy being fawned over. This Senior Sister Miss Yun might actually fall for it.
"What is she looking for?"
An instructor suddenly noticed something was off. This Mountain Master Disciple hadn’t even glanced at the High-grade Magical Treasure. Her expression was respectful, but her movements were clearly absentminded.
While politely declining Yu Mingxuan’s kind offer, she was searching for something in her peripheral vision.
"She’s looking for me, of course!"
Yu Sheng burst from the crowd with a confident strut, opening her arms toward the young woman. "Hee hee, did you miss me?"
"..."
Miss Yun watched the stunningly beautiful girl pounce toward her, freezing for a second as if she had finally recognized her.
A smile touched her face as she hurried to catch Yu Sheng, wrapping her arms around the other’s slender waist. "You’ve gotten so big."
Under the gazes of the crowd, who looked as if they had been struck by lightning,
Miss Yun’s gaze went past Yu Sheng, her eyes anxiously scanning the surroundings. "Why are you alone? Where’s Brother Lin?"
"Hey! A little credit, please."
Yu Sheng buried her head forcefully in the other’s embrace. "This is naked betrayal!"
"You mean ’blatant’."
Miss Yun corrected her with a sigh. "Isn’t Brother Lin in Anren Prefecture?"
"He went to Wuyang County! You big liar, you didn’t miss me at all! All you can think about is boys!"
Yu Sheng started squirming against her.
"..."
Miss Yun’s cheeks suddenly flushed red. She whispered, "Can I go back with you and wait for him?"
With that, she turned to Yu Mingxuan with a slightly apologetic look. "Martial Uncle, I have some things to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave."
"Let’s go, let’s go. I can’t stand you when you’re like this."
Yu Sheng took a deep breath of her scent, then tugged her by the sleeve and ran off toward the elegant courtyard.
And just like that, the two of them departed.
All that remained was the crowd, standing stiff as wooden posts, and Yu Mingxuan, who was clutching the Jade Pendant so tightly his face was flushed a shade of red so deep it looked like it could bleed.
Brother Lin, Brother Lin.
Besides Lin Shu, who else could be the "Brother Lin" by Yu Sheng’s side?
The instructors and students swallowed hard, afraid they might accidentally make a sound.
Senior Brother Lin hadn’t even shown up.
Yet he had effortlessly whisked away the Mountain Master Disciple that Vice Mountain Master Mingxuan had been so desperate to recruit.
She would rather go to a courtyard and wait for Senior Brother Lin to return...
...than accept the Magical Treasure from Yu Mingxuan’s hand.
The difference between them was just too great!
"Wuyang County?"
Someone muttered, realizing another issue. "Senior Brother Lin actually went to Wuyang County!"
Everyone knew that after the Chen Family’s Mountain Master fell, that place had become the most dangerous in all of Anren Prefecture.
After what happened last time...
...while Yu Mingxuan was hiding in his courtyard to avoid trouble, the very Mountain Master Disciple who had been betrayed had already composed himself and silently gone to stand Garrison in Wuyang County!

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