My Immortal Master Forced Me to Go Undercover in the Demonic Sect – Chapter 379

Chapter 379: Chapter 20: Disowning (Monthly Ticket Bonus)
Purple Cloud Pavilion?
Ye Changsheng found it a coincidence. They were just discussing Purple Cloud Pavilion, and now they appeared. What’s more, they were causing trouble within Wuhua Palace.
Luo Lihong asked, “Who is Ling Xiaoxing?”
As the Palace Mistress of Wuhua Palace, Luo Lihong was only responsible for major affairs.
She wasn’t particularly clear about the people below, and her aloof personality meant she rarely paid attention to others.
“She recently became the Left Guardian’s disciple. Originally, she was just an ordinary Inner Disciple. After switching to being a Sword Cultivator, her cultivation progressed at an astonishing rate. In just a few months, she has gone from the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm to nearly the Golden Core Realm,” Chang Yu replied.
“Then her talent is quite good, worthy of being the Left Guardian’s disciple,” Luo Lihong continued to inquire, “Does Ling Xiaoxing have any family?”
“When Ling Xiaoxing joined, she was an orphan. She was a wandering beggar in Peach Town. She shouldn’t have any family.”
“If that’s the case, then how can the Sect Master of Purple Cloud Pavilion say she is her daughter?”
Chang Yu shook her head, “I’m not sure. The Sect Master of Purple Cloud Pavilion saw Ling Xiaoxing and insisted she was her daughter, wanting to take her away. Palace Mistress, how should we handle this?”
Luo Lihong snorted coldly, “This Purple Cloud Pavilion is too arrogant. They came here intending to discuss pill cooperation with our Wuhua Palace, but now they want to disgrace us. We cannot let them act recklessly.”
“Palace Mistress, your words are absolutely correct,” Ye Changsheng flattered from the side, “You are truly wise and decisive!”
Luo Lihong was about to retort, thinking about when it was a mere furnace’s place to speak. But now, she reconsidered; Ye Changsheng’s status seemed to have changed.
“You, go and help Yingying drive them away,” Luo Lihong said. “I won’t go.”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, alright…”
Ye Changsheng agreed, clearly sensing that Luo Lihong wanted to create some trouble for him.
Moreover, the Sect Master had come in person, and the Palace Mistress of Wuhua Palace still hadn’t appeared. This was insulting enough to Purple Cloud Pavilion.
“Since they have such great ambitions, our Wuhua Palace naturally will not cooperate with them and serve as their stepping stone,” Luo Lihong whispered instructions to Ye Changsheng. “The person must be kept. Having the daughter of Purple Cloud Pavilion’s Sect Master in our Wuhua Palace is quite a bargaining chip.”
Luo Lihong was indeed a wicked woman, full of schemes and utterly devoid of human warmth. She truly needed someone to rein her in.
However…
Ye Changsheng, too, was a person full of schemes. He couldn’t agree more with such a thought.
“Understood.”
“If you fail, there will be a punishment.”
“What punishment?” Ye Changsheng asked.
Luo Lihong didn’t answer. Ye Changsheng felt it definitely wouldn’t be anything good.
…
Ye Changsheng went to the reception hall.
This time, the reception of Purple Cloud Pavilion was handled by the Young Palace Mistress, Luo Yingying, accompanied by a group of Elders from Wuhua Palace.
Luo Lihong and Luo Yingying both wore veils enchanted with a secret technique when meeting outsiders, preventing others from seeing the stunning beauty of the two sisters.
Purple Cloud Pavilion also sent many people, with a formation not inferior to Wuhua Palace’s. There were many Elders who had reached the Nascent Soul Realm, as well as many promising young disciples.
Of course, the most eye-catching figure was a man in a Daoist robe with exceptional looks. He was like a handsome man stepped out of a painting, exuding an elegant aura with a calm expression, as if he had seen through the mortal world and experienced its vicissitudes.
This was precisely the Sect Master of Purple Cloud Pavilion, Ling Xingmang.
He was renowned throughout the land for his Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Dao. He rarely engaged in combat on Qixia Isle, but everyone said his strength was profound.
At this moment, Ling Xingmang was staring at a young woman, a subtle ripple flowing in his eyes. That person was Ling Xiaoxing.
A line divided the two forces, creating a tense atmosphere.
Ye Changsheng walked to Luo Yingying’s side and whispered a few words, relaying Luo Lihong’s instructions to her.
Luo Yingying understood and knew what to do.
“Sect Master Ling, please return today,” Luo Yingying said. “If you wish to discuss business, Wuhua Palace welcomes you. But if you come to Wuhua Palace to cause trouble, then you are not welcome.”
“Young Palace Mistress, Purple Cloud Pavilion has indeed come today to discuss pill business. We hope to obtain your sect’s support.”
Ling Xingmang’s voice was steady and unhurried.
“However, I never expected that your sect would be sheltering my daughter. After taking care of her for so many years, I am very grateful for your sect’s cultivation of Ling Xiaoxing. I hope your sect can be magnanimous and allow me to take Ling Xiaoxing with me. Purple Cloud Pavilion will surely reward you handsomely.”
“Is that so, Ling Xiaoxing?” Luo Yingying asked.
Ling Xiaoxing’s expression was one of disbelief, but then deep resentment surfaced in her eyes.
“I don’t have a father! My father died long ago!”
“Ling Xiaoxing, you are my daughter. Wei Xiaoyun is your mother. To be with me, she gave birth to you…”
Ling Xingmang’s tone remained calm, as if discussing something unrelated to him.
But the content of his words was enough to prove he was Ling Xiaoxing’s father, and his attitude further fueled Ling Xiaoxing’s unbearable anger.
“Shut up!! Just shut up!!” Ling Xiaoxing shouted. “I never acknowledge you as my father!”
“Ling Xiaoxing, you took my surname, and I even chose your name for you,” Ling Xingmang stared directly at Ling Xiaoxing. “My blood flows in your veins. I am your father, and you cannot deny it.”
“How dare you say that! How dare you! Ling Xingmang, it was you who abandoned my mother, leading to her death from illness! You killed her!!”
“Oh, so she did die.”
Ling Xiaoxing couldn’t help but curse, “This is all because of you! And you still have the audacity to show your face here now? You scumbag who abandons women after using them, how dare you be a Sect Master?”
Chapter 379: Chapter 20: Disowning (Monthly Ticket Bonus)
Ning Ke, a disciple of Purple Cloud Pavilion, could not tolerate seeing her Sect Master insulted and stepped forward to reprimand, “Hold your tongue! The Sect Master treated you with great kindness, yet you are rude and speak such nonsense—”
“You are the one who should hold their tongue. Who do you think you are, interfering in other people’s family matters?” Ye Changsheng retorted loudly at Ning Ke. “Aren’t you ashamed? Like those gossipy old women at the village entrance, meddling in other people’s family affairs.”
Everyone’s gaze shifted to the young man.
Ye Changsheng was wearing a mask at the moment, not wanting to reveal himself directly to Purple Cloud Pavilion for now.
“What’s wrong with your Wuhua Palace? Letting a man speak in front of everyone?” Ning Ke asked suspiciously. “You are the one who is unqualified!”
As is well known, in Qixia Isle, men in Wuhua Palace were merely furnaces, with a status lower than Outer Disciples, possessing no speaking rights whatsoever.
Yet, in an exchange between sects, they allowed a man to speak so presumptuously.
“What’s wrong with being a man? Can’t men speak?” Ye Changsheng mocked. “Your Sect Master is also a man, isn’t he? Should I point fingers at his nose and scold him too?”
“This…”
Ning Ke’s face turned from red to pale. Ye Changsheng’s words left her speechless.
The others from Wuhua Palace also chuckled.
Ning Ke felt utterly humiliated and even intended to lash out, intending to teach this Wuhua Palace furnace a lesson. After all, furnaces had a low status in Wuhua Palace, and there was nothing he could do to her.
However, before she could make a move, Ling Xingmang stopped her.
“Thank your Sect Master. You’ve saved your life,” Luo Yingying said dismissively. “He is an honorary elder of our Wuhua Palace. Dare to touch him, and you won’t be able to leave through this door.”
Ning Ke felt extremely aggrieved, but seeing the young man being protected, she couldn’t act. All she could do was glare fiercely at Ye Changsheng.
“Whether Ling Xiaoxing stays or goes depends first on her own opinion; outsiders have no right to interfere,” Ye Changsheng said to everyone. “Sect Master Ling, you can ask her if Ling Xiaoxing still acknowledges this relationship.”
Ye Changsheng had completely taken control of the atmosphere. Everyone seemed to be listening to him.
Ling Xingmang’s expression turned cold. He glanced at Ye Changsheng, “Are you telling me what to do?”
Then, a suppressive aura attacked, seemingly intending to crush Ye Changsheng’s mind, forcing him to kneel.
However, before Ye Changsheng could react, Yin Lianxin, standing beside Luo Yingying, took action. She directly dispersed Ling Xingmang’s pressure, protecting Ye Changsheng.
“Yes, he is telling you what to do. After all, you don’t even seem to be a good father, Ling Xingmang,” Luo Yingying said with a cold laugh.
Ye Changsheng and Luo Yingying’s synchronized words greatly angered Purple Cloud Pavilion.
“Ling Xingmang, that’s enough!” Ling Xiaoxing shouted. “I don’t acknowledge you! Get out! Get out of Wuhua Palace! I am ashamed of you! Don’t appear before me again!”
“Regardless of whether you acknowledge it or not, the fact remains that I am your father,” Ling Xingmang said. “If you didn’t have my bloodline, how could you have embarked on the path of cultivation, entered Wuhua Palace, or even be so proficient in swordsmanship now? It’s all the talent I gave you. You should thank me, not be rebellious and argue with me.”
Ling Xingmang’s words seemed to negate everything of Ling Xiaoxing’s, which angered her even more. She felt there was no point in continuing the conversation.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, she retrieved her magical artifact, held it in her hand, and the tip of the sword gleamed, pointing at Ling Xingmang.
“Words are useless. Fight me. I will surely kill you, Ling Xingmang.”
“…Oh?”
Ling Xingmang raised an eyebrow. After a moment, he actually agreed to Ling Xiaoxing’s abrupt request.
“Very well, I will fight you.”
“Sect Master of Purple Cloud Pavilion, while I admire this straightforward approach to settling grudges,” Luo Yingying corrected, “Ling Xiaoxing is only at the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. You are a cultivator in the Integration Stage. Are you serious about fighting her?”
“I am serious. I will seal my strength.”
Ling Xingmang pointed to his acupoints and truly sealed his cultivation on the spot, lowering his cultivation level to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
“Like this, is it acceptable?”