Everyone's all smiles on the surface but secretly cunning, but the junior sister only wants to

At the entrance of the Xuantian Sword Sect, sunlight streamed down the magnificent gate, illuminating the figures of Yun Ting, Yun Che, Yun Yu, and Feng Yichen. Yun Ting wore a wide smile, his lips curving upwards almost to his ears, his pearly white teeth always on display, as if they had never been hidden.

Yun Yu, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but say, "Junior brother, isn't your reaction a bit too exaggerated? It's just a sponsorship, is it really necessary to make such a big fuss and have all the elders come out to greet us?"

Yun Ting glanced at him sideways and said with a hint of mystery, "Senior sister, you are really ignorant! Don't you know about the Qiankun Pavilion?"

Yun Yu shook his head, indicating that he really didn't know, and then urged, "Junior brother, I haven't been down the mountain for so many years, how would I know these things! Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me quickly!"

Yun Ting cleared his throat and solemnly introduced, "This Qiankun Pavilion is no ordinary place! Its business has now spread throughout the entire cultivation continent, and it even has businesses in the demon realm and the monster realm! Take the famous Baiweizhai restaurant in the small town at the foot of our mountain, for example; it's one of Qiankun Pavilion's businesses. Moreover, more than 80% of the cinnabar you often need to buy comes from their shops!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yu's eyes widened in astonishment. "This is incredible! Why would Qiankun Pavilion choose to sponsor our sect for this competition? No other sect has ever sponsored similar events before!"

"How would I know that! But do you know what the prize for the sect competition is? Let me tell you, it's a divine-grade Bone-Regenerating and Blood-Melting Pill! Besides, the little secret realm we'll be entering after the competition was discovered and generously provided by the Qiankun Pavilion! In your opinion, shouldn't we go out and greet such a person?" Yun Ting said, while seriously stroking his non-existent beard, looking smug as if he had already obtained the divine pill, his mouth practically stretching to the horizon.

"Hmph, who knows what this guy is up to! I don't believe he'd be so kind! Anyway, this elder just can't stand him!" Yun Che glanced at his senior brothers and sisters with a look of disgust, muttering to himself: Others may not know the background of that Qiankun Pavilion Master, but he knows it very well! Isn't that Jiang Moqi, who has always harbored ill intentions towards his little white cabbage and tried to abduct her!

"Sigh~ Junior Brother Yun Che, why do you dislike him so much? He hasn't done anything heinous, has he? Don't you think so?" Yun Yu blinked her big eyes, her face full of curiosity as she approached Yun Che and pressed him for an answer. She really couldn't understand how this Qiankun Pavilion Master named Jiang Moqi had managed to provoke her usually easygoing junior brother.

"Yes, Junior Brother Yun Che, that Pavilion Master Jiang is truly extraordinary! Not only is his wealth astounding, but his cultivation level has also reached a height that is difficult for us to attain. You wouldn't be so hostile towards him just because his cultivation is higher than yours, would you?" Yun Ting asked with a face full of doubt, genuinely curious.

Seeing this, Feng Yichen quickly stepped forward and pulled Yun Yu and Yun Ting aside. He deliberately lowered his voice and whispered mysteriously in their ears, "Oh dear, senior brothers and sisters, you probably don't know the reason behind this. Back then, on Xiao Shiliu's birthday, we saw that Pavilion Master Jiang with our own eyes. At that time, he was traveling in a wheelchair and wearing a mask, so we couldn't see his true face at all. What was even more worrying was that he would cough up blood from time to time, and his health seemed extremely poor. And the most crucial point is that Senior Brother Yun Che felt that this Pavilion Master Jiang had ill intentions towards our lovely Xiao Shiliu, and that's why Senior Brother Yun Che harbors such strong hatred towards him."

"What??? Someone actually dares to try and kidnap our incredibly cute, angelic little Shiliu! That's utterly delusional! Not only is this person hiding his face and afraid to show it, he might even be incredibly ugly! Besides, look at his sickly body, so frail he could be blown away by a gust of wind. How could he possibly give my little Shiliu true happiness? Humph, I'm the first to resolutely object!" After hearing Feng Yichen's words, Yun Yu's previously amiable face instantly darkened, her brows furrowed, and she shouted angrily. Her goodwill towards Jiang Moqi from the Qiankun Pavilion had plummeted to rock bottom.

At the same time, Yun Ting shared the same thought. What a joke! This little Shi Liu is the apple of the eye of the entire Xuan Tian Sword Sect, the very treasure that allows the sect to stand strong. How could such an important person be so easily seduced by some nobody? Absolutely impossible!

However, since Jiang Moqi is, after all, one of the benefactors, the Xuantian Sword Sect members would naturally show him the basic courtesy due to both reason and obligation. But if anyone thought they could abduct Xiao Shiliu based on that alone, they were simply dreaming—not a chance!

Therefore, when the spaceship carrying Jiang Moqi, who was "pale-faced, emaciated, and so ugly that it was hard to look at him," slowly landed at the gate of the Xuantian Sword Sect, Yun Yu and the others became even more certain of their suspicions about his frail health.

Otherwise, if he were truly capable, why didn't he fly here on his sword like those real powerhouses? Why did he choose to come by this seemingly clumsy and slow flying magic weapon? There must be more to this than meets the eye! Everyone thought to themselves.

However, they overlooked a crucial fact—Jiang Moqi possessed wealth comparable to that of a nation, with countless and dazzling properties under his name. Given his illustrious status and fortune, it was hardly surprising that he arrived in a flying magical artifact.

Poor Jiang Moqi was unjustly burdened with this false accusation, more wronged than Dou E! Keep in mind, he hadn't even held the hand of Jiang Shiliu, whom he so desperately wanted, yet he had already faced such strong rejection and disgust from her master and senior uncles. It's easy to imagine that his path to successfully pursuing Jiang Shiliu would be fraught with endless difficulties and obstacles.

Jiang Moqi knew that this meeting was crucial for establishing good relations, so he decided not to wear a mask when he went to the Xuantian Sword Sect to meet the sect leader and elders. He was quite confident in his appearance; his face was exceptionally handsome, and he certainly had the right to show it off. Moreover, he made no attempt to conceal his divine aura.

He thought to himself, "If I go there wearing a mask and hiding my face, it might easily lead them to misunderstand that I'm disabled or weak. If they really think I'm crippled, that would be a huge injustice!" However, what Jiang Moqi never expected was that his image in Yun Che's mind was already firmly fixed. Yun Che, from who-knows-where, obtained incorrect information and insisted that Jiang Moqi was either a sickly, frail person or someone with an ugly and unsightly face. Moreover, he had already misled everyone else, making himself appear exceptionally bad in their eyes.

At the same time, Gu Ming followed closely behind Jiang Moqi on his flying magical artifact. It turned out that this guy was inherently lazy, unwilling to exert himself to fly on his sword, and too lazy to use his own magical artifact for travel. Now that there was a convenient means of transportation readily available, why bother making things difficult for himself? Therefore, he contentedly enjoyed this free convenience.