If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Xie Buci, who was suspended in mid-air and preparing to continue watching the show, paused for a moment, and the gilded folding fan almost fell from his hand.

His captivating peach blossom eyes widened in surprise as he inwardly unleashed a torrent of pent-up frustration.

"How can this be dragged into my hands? No matter how flirtatious I am, I know my limits, okay?"

"At most, I'll just be more diligent in changing partners because I'm fond of Peach Blossom Spring, but the third brother's actions have wiped out both the demon princess and the Holy Maiden of the Joyful Union in one fell swoop."

"This is called surpassing one's teacher, this is called outrageous and heinous, what does it have to do with me, Xie?"

Qin Wanzhuang's question, tinged with intense personal emotion and a hint of resentment, made the atmosphere on the edge of the battlefield utterly bizarre.

The junior brother, Wenren Ji, who had been leaning against the broken rocks while holding an ancient sword that was taller than himself, raised his head.

The eyes hidden beneath the thick bangs lit up dramatically the moment they heard those words, as if they had discovered some unparalleled sword manual.

He ate the dried animal leg in his hand much faster, the crunching sound particularly jarring on the silent plain.

"Third Brother's melons are really delicious, even more interesting than Master's sermons."

Wenren Ji silently defined this grand drama in his heart, not even daring to blink.

On the other side of the battlefield, the two junior disciples who were looting the corpse were so frightened by the eerie killing intent that their hands trembled.

"My goodness, the infighting at Qingquan Peak is even more terrifying than the righteous sects' siege!"

"Junior Brother Li, don't give me any bad advice. You know how bad Senior Sister Qin from Qingquan Peak is."

"Once that Blazing Sun Sword is drawn, it can't be put back in without drawing blood."

"Our only way to survive right now is to treat ourselves like a rock and never attract the attention of those old ladies."

"You're right. I've even adjusted my breathing to the Turtle Breathing Technique. I absolutely won't let our Peak Master down."

The top-quality flying sword they had just picked up fell back into the muddy pool of blood with a thud.

The two lay motionless like ostriches, their fear completely washing away any joy they might have felt from looting the corpse.

Facing Qin Wanzhuang's increasingly sharp and questioning gaze, Mo Chengyue's brain went into overload mode.

He knew his second senior sister's temperament all too well. Although she had severe mysophobia and was strict with herself, her bottom line was always the interests of the sect.

As long as he can link this matter to the overall situation of the sect, he still has a glimmer of hope.

Mo Chengyue forcefully inhaled the murky air, which smelled of blood, and quickly crafted a perfect political rhetoric in his mind.

He knew that the essence of political maneuvering lay in the difference in information and the binding of interests.

As long as Lin Miaoyin's serious injury is described as a sacrifice made so that the sect could obtain information about the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Then they packaged Jin Qiaoqiao as their guide to obtaining the treasures of the demon realm.

As for Su Qingying and Yu Jianhuan, they can be perfectly lauded as righteous and heroic figures who assisted their fellow disciples in slaying demons and monsters.

This explanation preserved everyone's dignity and gave Qin Wanzhuang a reasonable way to save face.

This is the perfect survival rule that aligns with his dual cultivation of cunning and political maneuvering.

Just as he opened his mouth, ready to utter this flawless lie, an unexpected turn of events behind him abruptly cut off his escape route.

Without giving Mo Chengyue any chance to argue, Yu Jianhuan, dressed in a rose-purple dress, took a leisurely half-step forward.

Her swaying, graceful steps carried a fatal allure that could steal a man's soul.

Her slightly upturned phoenix eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye appeared even more alluring in the fading sunlight.

Her full, red lips curved to the sides, forming a perfectly standard yet extremely provocative smile exclusive to the Hehuan Sect.

Yu Jianhuan stared directly at Qin Wanzhuang's incomparably sharp sword, her tone sweet and coquettish yet concealing a sharp edge.

"Hey, Qin Wanzhuang, stop pointing your sword at him and interrogating him. Isn't it obvious enough?"

This statement is tantamount to throwing a high-level explosive flame bead with unparalleled power directly into a powder keg that is about to explode.

Mo Chengyue's face visibly darkened, and his eyes twitched uncontrollably twice.

He let out a desperate and heart-wrenching cry in his heart.

"Big sister, please don't cause trouble at a time like this. I'm trying my best to save all of our lives."

"That's a swordswoman who's really stubborn; she could really cleave me in two with a single strike."

Standing on the right, Su Qingying heard Yu Jianhuan's words, which seemed to thrive on chaos, and a hint of helplessness flashed in her cold eyes.

Her clothes were as clean as snow, and although the Jade Spirit Sword in her hand was sheathed, the sword intent around her was still clear and sharp.

She loosened her grip on the sword hilt and, with a slight headache, raised her hand to touch her smooth forehead.

"This troublemaker is always getting involved in any kind of situation. If a fight breaks out later, which side should I help?"

Jin Qiaoqiao slightly raised her fair chin, and the colorful ahoge on her head swayed gently in the wind.

This powerful demon in the Transformation Stage stood with his long legs crossed, exuding an alluring charm that belied an inviolable majesty.

She didn't take Qin Wanzhuang's threat seriously at all; her bewitching phoenix eyes were filled with nothing but the pure interest to watch the show.

"Human dramas are indeed much more interesting than those of demons. This kid's romantic entanglements are more complicated than the tail feathers of my peacock clan."

Lin Miaoyin, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was particularly wary of the domineering, blazing aura emanating from Qin Wanzhuang's sword.

The usually aloof and high-ranking Hehuan Saintess, clutching the rosewood pipa in her arms, instinctively shrank further into Mo Chengyue's broad back.

Her beautiful eyes revealed a timid dependence, and she completely regarded Mo Chengyue as her only safe haven.

Sensing the distinct yet equally deadly reactions of the four women behind him, Mo Chengyue's heart sank deeper and deeper.

Looking at the jealousy and anger in Qin Wanzhuang's eyes that seemed to set the entire plain ablaze, he completely gave up on his illusions.

Gou Dao has completely reached a dead end in this hellish situation.

If they continue to be vague, or allow Yu Jianhuan to continue to add fuel to the fire and provoke them...

Today, a bloody infighting among the disciples will unfold within Qingquan Peak on this desolate wasteland littered with corpses.

Mo Chengyue dropped all his pretense of nonchalance and cowardice, and his entire aura underwent a dramatic transformation.

He forcefully inhaled the surrounding air into his chest again, and his originally hunched back straightened little by little, like a javelin.

Instead of backing down, he took a half-step forward in full view of everyone.

This suicidal move brought Qin Wanzhuang's sword firmly against his throat.

A trickle of warm blood slowly seeped out from the skin of his neck, causing a slight stinging pain.

But he didn't even blink; instead, he stared directly at Qin Wanzhuang with his deep, unfathomable eyes.

Facing the cold and oppressive sword light, Mo Chengyue spoke, his voice steady yet carrying a resolute determination.

This was perhaps the most serious and earnest speech he had ever given in his two lifetimes combined.

"Senior sister, they are all my wings."

The moment these shocking words were uttered, time and space across the entire plain seemed to be forcibly paused.