I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

The Lingyou grass grew in the center of the grass, its leaves were dark green and faintly emitted a layer of light halo.

Ximen Feixue squatted down gently, stretched out his hand carefully, and was about to pick the Lingyou grass when he suddenly heard an angry scolding.

He was startled and looked up, only to see a long whip whistling towards him like a black dragon.

Ximen Feixue reacted quickly and leaped backwards, narrowly avoiding the fierce whip.

The long whip hit the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

Ximen Feixue looked closely and found that the person coming was Lu Qianqiu.

She has many minions behind her.

At this time, Lu Qianqiu's face was full of anger, and his eyes were burning with rage.

When she saw Ximen Feixue, the resentment in her heart surged like a tide.

If Ximen Feixue had not become Ye Xinghe's disciple, how could the Sima family have lost so many men in seeking to settle accounts with him, to the point that the head of the Sima family is still dissatisfied with him and makes things difficult for him in everything.

When he thought of this, Lu Qianqiu wanted to eat Ximen Feixue alive.

"Ximen Feixue, you little bastard! Today is the day you die!"

Lu Qianqiu said with gritted teeth, and swung the whip in his hand again, making bursts of whistling sounds in the air.

Ximen Feixue's face darkened. The grudge between him and Lu Qianqiu was difficult to resolve.

He had long been displeased with this woman. He shielded the child behind him, slowly drew his sword, and said, "Lu Qianqiu, don't go too far. It's all very well that you act tyrannically on a normal day, but if you try to act wildly here today, I, Ximen Feixue, will not be polite."

Lu Qianqiu sneered: "Humph! Just you? Do you think you can stop me? I am determined to get this Lingyou Grass. If you know what's good for you, get out of my way quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, Ye Xinghe also rushed over.

Seeing Lu Qianqiu so arrogant and domineering, he felt slightly displeased and said, "Lu Qianqiu, you have been causing trouble here time and time again. Aren't you afraid of retribution? This Lingyou grass is used by this child to treat his family. Don't try to steal it."

When Lu Qianqiu saw Ye Xinghe, she felt a little apprehensive, but her resentment had already clouded her reason.

"Ye Xinghe, stop meddling in other people's business. This Southwest Mountain isn't yours, I can take whatever I want. If you dare to stop me, my Lu family is not to be trifled with. What's more, I have the Sima family behind me!"

Ye Xinghe shook his head gently and said, "Lu Qianqiu, you are so stubborn and will suffer the consequences sooner or later."

Lu Qianqiu, however, simply ignored Ye Xinghe's words. She waved her long whip and shouted to the men around her, "Go! Capture them all! We must get the Lingyou Grass!"

Suddenly, Lu Qianqiu's men rushed towards Ye Xinghe, his disciples and the child like a tide.

Ye Xinghe looked calm, standing with his hands behind his back.

When Lu Qianqiu's men pounced on him like wolves, a cold light flashed in his originally indifferent eyes.

He was seen taking his time, exerting a little force with his feet. It was a seemingly casual movement, but where his feet touched the ground, circles of spiritual power visible to the naked eye spread out rapidly like ripples. At first, it was just a slight fluctuation, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a surging wave of spiritual power.

Those men who rushed towards Ye Xinghe and his disciples felt a powerful pressure coming towards them, and their steps instantly slowed down.

Before they could react, a huge wave of spiritual energy swept over them. The first few men to bear the brunt of the attack were sent flying backwards as if struck by a sledgehammer.

Their bodies slid for several meters on the ground, crushing the rocks and grass along the way.

The people who followed were not much better off. They felt as if there were millions of fires burning in their bodies, and their meridians were being attacked by spiritual power. They screamed in pain.

Some people foamed at the mouth, their eyes rolled back, and their bodies twitched uncontrollably.

Some people bled from all their orifices, were dying, and fell to the ground, their life or death unknown.

In just a moment, this group of aggressive men fell to the ground like harvested wheat, leaving only their painful groans echoing.

Ye Xinghe still stood there, as if nothing had happened.

There's nothing we can do about it, since these are just garbage.

Ye Xinghe's eyes were cold, and his tone was neither hurried nor slow: "Lu Qianqiu, your actions today have crossed my bottom line. Now, I give you two choices, either get out of here on your own, or be prepared to bear my wrath. Do you want to die, or get out?"

When Lu Qianqiu heard this, he suddenly felt deeply insulted.

As a guest of honor of the Sima family and the eldest daughter of the Lu family, she had never been treated with such contempt in her daily life.

She stared at Ye Xinghe intently, her hands clenched into fists, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, but she did not dare to attack because she was afraid of Ye Xinghe's powerful strength.

After a moment, she turned her gaze to Ximen Feixue, a trace of resentment flashing in her eyes. "Ximen Feixue, don't think that hiding behind your master will save you. If you are truly capable, then fight me openly. What? Are you just going to live like a coward, relying on others for protection?"

Ximen Feixue felt a little angry, but recalled his past battles with Lu Qianqiu.

In the past, Ximen Feixue's strength was indeed far inferior to Lu Qianqiu. Every time he fought against her, he was beaten by her without any chance to fight back. Those painful failures are still deeply engraved in his heart.

So at this moment, Ximen Feixue didn't want to pay attention to Lu Qianqiu's provocation. After all, the other party was just a woman.

He now wanted to take the Lingyoucao back to save the child's relatives.

Seeing Ximen Feixue's silence, Lu Qianqiu assumed he was afraid, which made him even more proud. He was also increasingly angry at Ximen Feixue's indifference, so he shouted angrily, "Hmph! You coward! I beat you to a pulp before, and now you don't even have the courage to fight me? Someone like you is unworthy of being in the world of immortal cultivation, let alone being Ye Xinghe's disciple."

Ximen Feixue's expression gradually darkened. He raised his head and looked directly into Lu Qianqiu's eyes, then slowly said, "Lu Qianqiu, I don't want to fight with you. It's not because I'm a coward. It's just that I have more important things to do right now, which is to help this child find the Lingyou Grass. If you still have a trace of conscience, you shouldn't be making trouble here and hindering us."

Lu Qianqiu didn't listen to Ximen Feixue's explanation at all, she sneered.

"Hmph! Stop pretending to be a good person here. You're clearly afraid of losing to me again and want to find an excuse to escape. Ximen Feixue, if you don't dare to fight me today, I will make sure you never hold your head up in the world of immortal cultivation."

Ye Xinghe looked at Lu Qianqiu's unreasonable behavior, frowned slightly and said, "Lu Qianqiu, don't push me too far. If you continue to pester me like this, don't blame me for not showing mercy."