Chen Ye calmly put away the Iron Sword.
People rely on clothing, horses rely on saddles.
The high status he had painstakingly achieved couldn’t be ruined by a First Tier Iron Sword...
However,
Now Chen Ye could be considered wealthy enough to drop Spirit Stones, with ample funds to forge the Iron Sword into a top-notch Magical Treasure.
Although he could purchase another Magical Treasure, the Iron Sword was convenient for him, and he needed a Heavy Sword to increase his Cultivation Technique proficiency.
Within the Yan Kingdom, most Second Tier Sword Artifacts were sharp and agile Flying Swords like Flying Light, with few Heavy Swords. Instead of spending effort searching, it was better to directly create a Heavy Sword perfectly eting his requirents.
"Who are you?"
Chen Ye coldly stared at Zhang Qiaoyue in front of him, his voice calm, but the pressure of the Foundation Establishnt Cultivator was undeniable.
Zhang Qiaoyue felt her heart chill at his gaze, but the desire to cling to soone she thought might be a remarkable figure within the sect overca her fear.
She had long heard from the Wei family.
Chen Ye had been promoted from a Loose Cultivator to the Lingyin Sect, without any foundation in the sect.
Now he had offended the Bai family, Wei family, and even the Xu family.
It’s said that during the last major competition, a new Xu family True Inheritor claid that Chen Ye maliciously abducted a Xu family daughter and vowed to reckon with Chen Ye earnestly.
Therefore, supposedly, no Foundation Establishnt Cultivator in the sect would speak up for him.
Thinking of this, Zhang Qiaoyue deeply bowed to Chen Ye, her voice soft and almost dripping with sweetness:
"Sir... Sir, you misunderstand! This woman... This woman is the personal maid of Lin Qiongyu in Yunxi District. That Chen Ye conspired with Demon Cultivators and already died in the Grotto Heaven! Without support, this base maid wants to find a new master in the Market. Little woman... Little woman was just teaching this shaless, sect-disgracing thing a lesson, lest it offends your eyes!"
"Oh?"
Chen Ye found it amusing, how could he not know he was dead?
But in the eyes of outsiders, he was a Qi Cultivation Spirit Plant Cultivator, bearing the Spirit-Locking Nail, following the Wei family Guardian who bore enmity into the Grotto Heaven.
It all seed like a death scenario.
Chen Ye stroked his chin, sweeping his gaze over Lin Qiongyu’s delicate, pitiful face, playfully saying: "This woman, is Chen Ye’s maid? She wants a new master?"
Upon hearing this,
The black-haired girl’s breath almost halted, her slender hands trembling, causing the Magic Sword to fall from her hands.
Zhang Qiaoyue didn’t recognize Chen Ye,
How could Lin Qiongyu not recognize him?
Even though Chen Ye’s deanor had drastically changed, appearing unlike himself at first glance, upon closer inspection, it was clearly Chen Ye!
Moreover, Lin Qiongyu had long engraved the man’s features into her heart...
Yet, upon hearing Chen Ye’s words, her heart instantly turned cold.
She wanted to argue, but seeing he hadn’t revealed his identity, she didn’t know whether to expose it.
Zhang Qiaoyue seeing this, thought her words had effect, grew more smug, and eagerly embellished further:
"Indeed, this person! Just an old farr over fifty, no one knows what fortune befell him to beco a steward. Sir, you might not know, this Lin Qiongyu is fickle, with Chen Ye fallen from power, she rushes to cling to others, truly is..."
"Slander! Fabrication!"
An angry shout suddenly rang out!
Zhang Qiaoyue was startled by the sudden shout, freezing in terror, looking at the blue-clad man before her, clueless why he was suddenly angry.
Lin Qiongyu felt a sudden relief, tears could no longer be held back, softly sobbing.
"Sir, calm down! It was... It was a misunderstanding by the little woman."
Zhang Qiaoyue’s legs went weak, hurriedly kneeling on the ground, pleading for rcy.
Chen Ye restrained his anger, speaking seriously: "That steward in Yunxi District isn’t so over-fifty old farr? He’s only about forty, in his pri, and still a dignified Lingyin Sect steward!"
His words brought Zhang Qiaoyue a breath of relief, she laughed apologetically: "Sir, insightful! The little woman misspoke, misspoke indeed! That Chen Ye is indeed just forty years old..."
So... it’s just that?
The black-haired girl raised her tearful eyes silently looking at Chen Ye, then lowered her head, tightly pursed her lips.
She had thought... Chen Ye would stand up for her.
But unexpectedly, he only cared about his age.
Indeed, in his heart, she’s just a servant.
Moreover, her past actions... how are they any different from a floozy?
Even if she argued, it might not make Chen Ye believe.
Who would have thought, at that mont.
In the crowd, there erged a youth with an indignant face.
The youth had handso features, dressed in white, he cupped his hands to Chen Ye: "Senior, I am a disciple of Lingyin Zhao family! Don’t listen to this viper’s slander! Miss Lin was just a maid in Yunxi District, not that Chen Ye’s plaything! Although that Chen Ye was a Demon Cultivator, Miss Lin was loyal and righteous. This period, she has been gathering news for him!"
His words were filled with righteousness; subsequently, he turned to Lin Qiongyu, speaking seriously:
"Miss Lin, that Chen Ye conspired with Demon Cultivators, is on a dead-end path, not worth your sorrow. Our Zhao family has so respect within the sect. If you’re willing... join my Zhao family and beco my concubine. From now on, no one will dare say a word against you! You’ll also sever ties with the Demon Cultivator Chen Ye!"
These words seed to resolve a crisis but in truth only targeted Lin Qiongyu’s beauty.
Lin Qiongyu was a female cultivator with a long-standing reputation for beauty in Peach Mountain District, once pursued by many cultivators.
Until she joined the Cloud Clothing Pavilion in Yunxi District as a dancer, and ford a Dao couple with a male cultivator, suppressing such thoughts.
To say forming a Dao couple was enough, but to join Cloud Clothing Pavilion...
Of course, now Chen Ye can see that this was just Lin Qiongyu’s ans of self-preservation.
In weakness, beauty can be deadly.
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