My Immortal Master Forced Me to Go Undercover in the Demonic Sect – Chapter 381

Chapter 381: Chapter 22 Unscrupulous (Monthly Ticket Bonus)
Ye Changsheng hesitated.
So, Ling Xiaoxing’s father had targeted him. He had embarrassed him just now, and now he was here to deal with him?
“If you win, just like before, then Ling Xiaoxing will stay with Wuhua Palace, and we Purple Cloud Pavilion will withdraw and apologize,” Ling Xingmang said.
“And if I lose?”
“If you lose, you lose. I will still take Ling Xiaoxing away.”
“I see,” Ye Changsheng nodded in understanding.
“Sect Master, why bother bullying this insignificant person? What waves can the cultivators of Wuhua Palace stir up?”
An Elder of Purple Cloud Pavilion stepped forward. He was portly and big-eared, and single-handedly lowered the average good looks of the entire Purple Cloud Pavilion. Among a group of handsome men and beautiful women, he was truly an outstanding… no, it should be a crow among cranes.
“It’s fine, Qian Qing. I’ll handle this. I want to test this young man.”
Ling Xingmang’s voice was devoid of emotion, and of course, he showed no shame.
“Don’t fight this man, Wuxiao,” Ling Xiaoxing said. “There’s no need. You have no reason to stick your neck out for me here.”
Luo Yingying also asked, “Changsheng, do you have confidence?”
The Elder Qian Qing of Purple Cloud Pavilion flicked his horsetail whisk and sneered, “I think it’s better to forget it. Sect Master, fighting with this kind of person is just a waste of time. You’ve really misjudged him. I estimate this kind of person can’t cause any trouble. Perhaps he became an Elder of Wuhua Palace by selling himself!”
“How can a man truly establish himself in Wuhua Palace and become an Elder? How is that possible? Any discerning person can see it.”
A maiden in green clothes, holding her mouth, looked disdainful. From her position, she appeared to be an Elder of Wuhua Palace, named Duanmu Yao.
“Even though he’s wearing a mask, in my opinion, he looks like a weak and effeminate pretty boy who only knows how to please women. Those who know, know.”
“Young man, are you hesitating?”
Ling Xingmang switched the sword to his other hand, further suppressing his cultivation and revealing an aura of the early Foundation Establishment Realm.
“I will fight you with my left hand.”
“Alright, I agree,” Ye Changsheng said.
“Haha, young man, I know you’re full of youthful vigor, but don’t overexert yourself,” Qian Qing taunted. “It was hard enough for you to get promoted by deceiving women. Now, with your head in the clouds, if you stumble, your image will be ruined!”
“Have you thought it through? Have you thought it through? Have you thought it through?” Duanmu Yao repeated.
“Changsheng, how confident are you?” Luo Yingying asked.
“It’s hard to say, perhaps the opponent is very strong, but I’ve been provoked, and I can’t just be a turtle hiding in its shell, can I?” Ye Changsheng whispered to Luo Yingying. “Otherwise, it would be too much of a disgrace to Yingying’s reputation.”
“Changsheng, you’re really something… You decide for yourself. We’ll watch from the side. If he really tries to kill you, we won’t allow it.”
Ye Changsheng nodded and took Ling Xiaoxing’s sword, holding it in his hand.
At the same time, he looked at Ling Xiaoxing, whose expression was complicated, as if to say, just watch from the side.
Now, Ye Changsheng and Ling Xingmang stood facing each other, and everyone stepped back.
Ling Xingmang then took the initiative to communicate with Ye Changsheng, his voice only audible to them.
“What is your relationship with Ling Xiaoxing?” Ling Xingmang asked.
“Friends.”
“Just that?” Ling Xingmang was very disappointed with this answer.
“Yes.”
“Do you know that Ling Xiaoxing has comprehended her own Dao of the Sword? She entered the Dao through emotion.”
“…Is that so,” Ye Changsheng let out a sigh.
He had not inquired in detail before about what kind of Dao of the Sword Ling Xiaoxing comprehended, and Ling Xiaoxing was unwilling to tell him.
Although Ye Changsheng had some premonitions and guessed this might be the case, he couldn’t help but feel emotional upon hearing it.
“She did it for you.”
“However, I have clearly rejected Ling Xiaoxing,” Ye Changsheng said. “And very clearly at that.”
“Even after being rejected, she still entered the Dao through emotion. How devoted. Rather… this makes her even more suited to cultivating the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Dao. The stronger the emotion, the greater the sword might she can obtain after severing it. She is indeed my daughter, the perfect successor.”
The Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Dao was a very powerful cultivation technique. Ye Changsheng had naturally heard of it. Even cultivators with mediocre talent could achieve prominence and advancements by leaps and bounds if they practiced this sword dao.
But this sword dao was too outrageous; few people could endure the pain of severing emotions.
Moreover, after cultivating the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Dao, if one were to fall in love again, all their cultivation would vanish, and they would forever be a mortal, unable to cultivate.
“Although this is a private matter and I shouldn’t interfere, but…” Ye Changsheng flicked Ling Xiaoxing’s magic sword. “You’re quite annoying.”
“Then why are you stepping up now? Since you’ve already rejected Ling Xiaoxing, why pretend to be a hero? Knowing you’ll fail, but still stepping up. Are you doing it for your own satisfaction, or do you still have feelings for her?” Ling Xingmang bombarded him with questions.
“The reason is simple,” Ye Changsheng smiled. “Because I can indeed win against you, so why not?”
Clang!
Ye Changsheng unleashed his first sword strike. Sparks flew as the blades collided.
This strike shocked everyone present.
Those who were originally worried that Ye Changsheng would embarrass himself and tarnish the reputation of Wuhua Palace were now stunned.
The Purple Cloud Pavilion disciples who had been mocking and ridiculing him fell silent, as if struck dumb.
Ling Xingmang’s left hand was trembling, barely able to withstand Ye Changsheng’s offensive.
“Your swordsmanship?” Ling Xingmang’s expression finally changed, showing surprise.
“Nothing, just the crude swordsmanship of a rustic villager.”
In the past, Mo Baizhi often used paper figures to invite the avatar of the Star-Plucking Sword Master to teach Ye Changsheng.
He learned while fighting, and over time, he finally gained some understanding and could make do.
“Sect Master Ling, you should switch back to your right hand. That’s my advice to you.”
Ye Changsheng swung his second sword, cutting through the air with astonishing speed.
This made Ling Xingmang feel a sense of crisis. He realized he had underestimated this young man and that if he continued to fight with his left hand, he would lose.
Ling Xingmang switched back to his right hand and struck.
Clang!!
The second collision echoed. Although the situation hadn’t changed much from before, with Ye Changsheng still slightly suppressing Ling Xingmang, everyone was even more astonished.
This was because Ling Xingmang had returned to his dominant right hand, while Ye Changsheng had switched his sword to his less proficient left hand!
The situation had reversed from the beginning, with Ye Changsheng actually holding back.
“How can anyone be superior to the Sect Master in swordsmanship?”
Duanmu Yao’s eyes widened in disbelief, her expression completely changed.
“This Young Master Wuxiao is clearly stronger than Ling Xiaoxing! He’s even forcing the Sect Master to…”
“Calm down! What are you panicking about? The Sect Master is merely suppressing his cultivation. He said this was just a test!” Qian Qing shouted nervously, stopping the Purple Cloud Pavilion disciples’ chatter.
“Sect Master Ling, do you want me to hold back even more?” Ye Changsheng asked. “Or should I seal my cultivation and fight you as a mere mortal? If that’s not enough, I can switch to a practice wooden sword.”
In terms of swordsmanship, Ling Xingmang had never been so ridiculed. His attainments were comparable to Shen Pingchuan, yet now he was being mocked like this by a young man.
However, Ling Xingmang had cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Dao. After severing his emotions, his state of mind was not affected in the slightest.
Now, he was no longer surprised. No wonder Ling Xiaoxing liked this young man; he was indeed extraordinary. It seemed he had been careless after all.
However, Ling Xingmang had to take Ling Xiaoxing away; he needed an heir.
Ling Xingmang did not fall for Ye Changsheng’s provocation. He gripped his magic sword, expanded his Sword Domain, unleashed the pressure of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Dao, and Spiritual Energy erupted like a fountain, transforming into Sword Qi.
Clang!
After the third clash, Ye Changsheng remained in place, as steady as a mountain, while Ling Xingmang retreated two steps.
Neither of them spoke. After three seconds of silence, the magic sword in Ye Changsheng’s hand shattered.
“I win,” Ling Xingmang said.
Ye Changsheng raised his eyes, somewhat surprised.
Not only him, but everyone found it incredible.
They had all thought Ling Xingmang would surely overpower Ye Changsheng, but he hadn’t. In fact, to defeat Ye Changsheng, he had even removed his self-imposed cultivation suppression and shattered the opponent’s weapon.
“Wuxiao is only at the Foundation Establishment Realm, and Ling Xingmang, you actually resorted to crushing him with your cultivation realm to win!!” Ling Xiaoxing shouted. “You’re hopeless, you scumbag!”
“Sect Master Ling, your actions just now were indeed inappropriate,” Luo Yingying said, standing up.
Duanmu Yao quickly defended herself, “When the Sect Master first decided to fight this Young Master Wuxiao, he didn’t say he would suppress his cultivation! You assumed it yourselves, who’s to blame?”
“Exactly, exactly. The Sect Master’s raw strength naturally crushed Young Master Wuxiao. Isn’t victory natural?” Qian Qing chimed in.
“Your Purple Cloud Pavilion is too shameless. A Sect Master resorting to such tricks? Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at by the world!” the people from Wuhua Palace retorted.
The people of Wuhua Palace and Purple Cloud Pavilion started arguing.
At this moment, Ling Xingmang approached Ling Xiaoxing, leaned down, and whispered a few words that made her tremble all over.
“Then, it’s settled. Wuxiao lost. I’ll go with… them.” Ling Xiaoxing lowered her head and said something uncharacteristic. She stood by Ling Xingmang’s side, no longer looking at Wuhua Palace.
Luo Yingying fell silent, offering no comment.
Seeing this, Ling Xingmang immediately asserted, “Then I will take Ling Xiaoxing and take my leave. We will send a token of gratitude for Wuhua Palace’s care of Ling Xiaoxing later. If you wish to visit her at Purple Cloud Pavilion, you are always welcome. Also, if you have intentions of cooperation, please contact us promptly.”
Then, Ling Xingmang led the people of Purple Cloud Pavilion away. Before leaving, Qian Qing gave Ye Changsheng a deep look.
“I never expected Purple Cloud Pavilion to be this shameless, but it’s fine. Their actions have left us with leverage, a handle for Wuhua Palace to grasp.”
Luo Yingying summoned Yin Lianxin and gave her instructions.
“Left Guardian, go lurk near your Purple Cloud Pavilion’s sect and closely monitor their movements in the coming days.”
“Yes,” Yin Lianxin replied.
…
“So, this is what happened?” Luo Lihong was alone with Ye Changsheng, listening to his report.
“Yes,” Ye Changsheng replied.
“Aren’t you going to argue?”
“What’s there to argue about? The facts are the facts.”
“True, you’re just a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator. It’s useless to argue against the shameless Sect Master of Purple Cloud Pavilion suddenly acting unscrupulously. However, Ye Changsheng, you’ve still messed things up.”
“What should I do then?”
“What to do? Of course, you’ll obey me obediently and accept my punishment,” Luo Lihong’s face showed a hint of pleasure. “You are not allowed to resist me.”