Chapter 127: Chapter 32: The Huan Sisters

“Junior Brother Yang, your white dog seems to be working extra hard today.”

A disciple said in pleasant surprise after inspecting the vibrant seedlings in the Spirit Field.

“Ahem, it’s probably because the Demon Beast Flesh I’ve fed it these past two days has been particularly rich in Vitality.”

Yang Jing said, withdrawing his slowly circulating Magical Power.

After finishing the work in this Spirit Field, his tasks for the day were complete. Yang Jing recalled the three disciples into his Beast Taming Bag and prepared to return to his dwelling to cultivate the True Yang Body.

Now that he possessed the Pure Yang Body Talent and Bright Qi, his progress in cultivating the True Yang Body was comparable to that of a Cultivator with a Celestial Spirit Root cultivating a Qi Cultivation Technique. If the Nine Yang Sect still existed, he might have been accepted directly as a True Disciple.

He accumulated Celestial True Yang and opened his Acupoints extremely quickly, nearly twice as fast as before he had the Pure Yang Body. Moreover, his Celestial True Yang was incredibly pure, almost reaching the limit for the Qi Cultivation Stage.

As his resistance to the Five Elements Pills grew more severe, Yang Jing even suspected his True Yang Body cultivation would reach Qi Cultivation Perfection before his Five Talisman Scripture cultivation did.

On his way back to his dwelling, his path was suddenly blocked by a female Class A disciple with an arrogant expression.

While taking care of the Spirit Fields for his fellow disciples in Class A, Yang Jing had already familiarized himself with the backgrounds of most of them.

Naturally, he was not completely ignorant about the female disciple who blocked him.

“Junior Sister Huan Qingwen, is there something I can help you with?”

This Huan Qingwen came from the Changshui Huan Family. Many disciples from the Changshui Huan Family had joined the Five Elements True Spirit Sect, and they held considerable influence within the Sect. Her older clan-sister, Huan Qingshuang, had already reached Foundation Establishment and was a True Disciple. It was rumored that she held a high position in the Firework Hall.

Huan Qingwen was tall and rather beautiful, but she had an overbearing, bossy air about her that was quite unlikable.

“I heard that you were quite close with Ji Feng yesterday?”

Yang Jing raised an eyebrow.

“Junior Brother Ji Feng is still young, so of course I look after him. As for being ’close,’ I wouldn’t say that.”

Huan Qingwen’s expression turned harsh, and she spoke in a tone that brooked no argument:

“From now on, stay away from him. Don’t let me see you near him again.”

Yang Jing’s expression darkened. Although Huan Qingwen had a clan-sister who was a True Disciple, that was *her* clan-sister, not her. She was far too confident, thinking she could order him around just because of a distant blood relative.

’When it comes down to it, are the connections of Zhang Peishan’s Zhang Family within the Five Elements True Spirit Sect any weaker than her Huan Family’s?’

He had revealed his Sword Dao Talent for Refining Sword into Gang precisely so he wouldn’t have to put up with this kind of crap.

Yang Jing refused to believe that after showing the potential to master the Great Five Elements Divine Light Prohibition, he weighed less in the eyes of the Sect’s upper echelons than the Huan Qingwen standing before him.

SHING!

He placed his hand on the hilt of the Demon-slaying Sword and drew a section of the blade.

“Junior Sister Huan, do you wish to test the sharpness of my blade?”

Huan Qingwen’s eyes widened. She stared at Yang Jing in disbelief, never imagining that this backwoods barbarian from an Independent Cultivator background would actually dare to draw his sword on her.

“Do you have any idea who my sister is!”

She forced the shout out, her heart turning cold as she recalled the scene of Yang Jing defeating Zhang Peishan in three strikes.

“I only know that you can’t take a single strike from me. From a position of power, you have absolutely no right to speak to me in that tone.”

As he spoke, Yang Jing drew the entire sword from its sheath.

Instantly, an incomparably sharp Geng Metal Sword Gang pulsed from the longsword.

As the Gang Qi flooded the air, Huan Qingwen felt a sharp pain all over her body, as if her skin was about to be torn apart. She was so terrified she lost her composure; her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

CLANG!

Yang Jing sheathed his sword and walked toward his dwelling.

“Pathetic.”

Just then, a beam of Tunneling Light flew from the distance and landed before Yang Jing.

Feng Tianyi’s eyes widened as he stared at Yang Jing.

“Yang Jing, you’ve learned the Geng Metal Sword Mantra?”

Yang Jing had specifically chosen to display the Geng Metal Sword Mantra because he had sensed Feng Tianyi’s presence in the Class A valley.

Being the Foundation Establishment instructor for Class A was an excellent position. In every graduating class, nearly half of those who reached Foundation Establishment came from Class A. The instructor’s relationship with these disciples was equivalent to that of a patron mentor. Perhaps someday in the future, these nurtured disciples could become a great source of support.

For Feng Tianyi to hold this position securely, his status in the Five Elements True Spirit Sect was in no way inferior to Huan Qingshuang’s.

“This disciple redeemed the Geng Metal Sword Mantra from the Library Pavilion and only just recently managed to grasp the basics. When Junior Sister Huan Qingwen came looking for trouble today, I couldn’t resist using it to intimidate her a little,” Yang Jing said respectfully.

Feng Tianyi paid Huan Qingwen no mind whatsoever.

“Use it again. Let me see.”

Yang Jing drew the Demon-slaying Sword. With a surge of Magical Power, a sharp Geng Metal Sword Gang blossomed from the blade’s edge.

He casually performed a set of mundane Sword Techniques. The Demon-slaying Sword flashed with a cold, dazzling light, its edge seeming to cut through anything in its path. The overflowing Sword Gang even carved long, narrow gashes into the ground, some stretching over a hundred feet long.

“Excellent!” Feng Tianyi exclaimed in delight.

“Yang Jing, your Talent in the Sword Dao exceeds my expectations! Even in the Taixu Sword Sect, you would likely rank among the very best. I’ll transfer some Merit Points to you. Go and redeem the other nine Sword Mantras from the Library Pavilion. Cultivate them well. This might lead to a great opportunity for you in the future!”

“Thank you, Junior Martial Uncle Feng!”

Yang Jing bowed in salute.

Feng Tianyi’s gaze fell upon Huan Qingwen.

“Junior Sister Huan Qingshuang is a gentle person who always enjoys supporting her juniors. How could she have a clan-sister like you, who dares to bully fellow disciples under the banner of her name? I will report this matter to her and have her discipline you properly.”

Huan Qingwen wanted to defend herself, but she was so overwhelmed by Feng Tianyi’s presence that she couldn’t speak a word. She could only weep silently, forced to swallow her grievances.

Yang Jing didn’t even glance at her, simply turning to walk back to his dwelling.

’Huan Qingwen had clearly learned of Ji Feng’s identity. Blinded by greed, she came to warn me off so directly. She’s too shallow. Ji Feng’s identity is no secret to those who are truly paying attention. The people who want to sign a Spirit Contract with him are as numerous as carp crossing the river. It’s not something she can stop just by name-dropping her clan-sister.’

That night, Yang Jing was in the middle of his Qi Cultivation when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He gestured for his three disciples to conceal themselves before walking over to open it.

Waiting outside the door was none other than Ji Feng.

“Junior Brother Ji, what brings you here so late? Is something urgent the matter?”

After welcoming Ji Feng inside, Yang Jing unhurriedly brewed a pot of Spirit Tea.

“Senior Brother Yang, did you have a conflict with Senior Sister Huan?” Ji Feng asked, an anxious look on his face.

“Yes,” Yang Jing said. “The woman stopped me for no reason and told me to keep my distance from you, Junior Brother Ji. Such arrogance. So I taught her a little lesson.”

“How could she ruin our business deal worth several thousand Spirit Stones with just a few words?”

Ji Feng had been too anxious to even drink his Spirit Tea, but hearing this, he froze, his eyes widening in shock.

“This… this Magical Artifact business can really make several thousand Spirit Stones?!”

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