Chapter 171 Wu Yue Helps Fu Yanqi Retort Against His Fellow Disciples

Chapter 171: Wu Yue Clashes With Fellow Disciples

On the sly, he sent all the recorded videos to Fu Yixue, snitching:

"Blaze Fu Yanqi: Master Fu, Ming Li and the others have been slandering Wu Yue!"

"Blaze Fu Yanqi: Despite Master Fu working so hard disciplining the sect, none of them care. Instead, they keep being shit-stirring troublemakers.

Unlike Yan Qi, who only feels heartache for Master Fu."

"Blaze Fu Yanqi: Master Fu, they... they actually dared to defame Wu Yue like this! Thinking of Master Fu’s old friend, Yan Qi is filled with sorrow!"

"Master Fu: ...Yan Qi, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you so spirited. Good."

"Master Fu: The Grand Elder is coming. Just protect Wu Yue well."

Fu Yanqi put away the communicator with satisfaction and whispered to Wu Yue:

"Don’t be angry. The Grand Elder will be here soon.

They’ll definitely be dealt with properly to make them pay."

Wu Yue looked at Fu Yanqi, "Have they always bullied you like this before?"

A flicker of surprise passed through Fu Yanqi’s eyes, "It’s nothing. Besides, their words can’t hurt me. I’ve long grown used to it.

Master Fu often teaches me that the heart must be steadfast as bedrock."

A flash of killing intent crossed Wu Yue’s eyes, "No one should ever grow used to malice. Malice should never be normalized."

"Rejected Brother, stop embarrassing yourself here and just leave."

"Yeah, if Master Fu really punishes you later, you’ll be kowtowing in the ancestral hall again."

"Doesn’t Rejected Brother love kowtowing in the ancestral hall the most? Since childhood, hasn’t he worn smooth every inch of the floor there with his knees?"

Another round of mocking laughter erupted. Wu Yue watched as Fu Yanqi’s expression remained unchanged, as if he had truly become numb to the malice of his fellow disciples.

Wu Yue finally understood.

In his past life, Fu Yanqi was the sect’s prodigy, a once-in-a-generation genius of the Daoist tradition, yet he ultimately fell silently.

Because his Daoist resolve was unshakable, he was envied.

Because his heart was guileless, he was ostracized.

Because his talent was extraordinary, he blocked everyone’s path!

The sword that killed him never came from the front—it was a stab in the back from those closest to him!

Wu Yue smiled, "Who would’ve thought that after all these years of Master Fu’s blood, sweat and tears raising you, she ended up raising such a bunch of scum."

"Oh, got you riled up, huh? Resorting to cursing now?"

"Exactly. Miss, have you even gotten Master Fu’s permission to tag along with some guy back here? Aren’t you ashamed?"

"Back when Miss Yi Na visited our sect, she received a personal invitation from Master Fu."

Wu Yue, "You won't shut up about ‘Miss Yi Na’—one might think the Huo family has paid you all off."

Fu Mingli frowned, "What nonsense are you spouting! How dare you tarnish the relationship between Yi Na and me like this!"

Wu Yue acted surprised, "Getting worked up already? I’m just baffled that a grand sect like yours doesn’t believe Yan Qi’s words when he relays the Elder’s orders.

Yet when it comes to Yi Na, you memorize every detail of her affairs word for word like a holy text.

Anyone would think this sect has already been rebranded as the Huo family’s! Could it be you’ve secretly taken bribes from them?"

Wu Yue suddenly covered her mouth and loudly whispered to Fu Yanqi,

"Quick, tell the Elder and have him investigate—perfect timing for a sect cleanup.

Let’s see if these people have conspired with the Huo family to grab power and weaken the sect."

Fu Mingli’s face stiffened instantly, "Stop spouting lies!!"

Wu Yue smirked, "Look at you—everything shows on your face. No composure befitting an elder brother, not even as steady as your underlings here.

I’ve heard you and Su Mo were inseparable. You even showered her with rare sect treasures just to win her favor.

Moved on already?

Well, your qualifications *are* a bit lacking—hardly a match for Su Mo.

That’s why you shouldn’t be a simp. Simps simping, simping till they end up with nothing.

Better cling tight to Miss Yi Na—at least she’s willing to string you along for her family’s sake.

A loser like you? Yi Na might be the only one willing to spare you a glance in this lifetime."

Fu Mingli spluttered angrily, "You—you’re spouting utter nonsense! Plenty of women adore me!

I’m the Elder’s most favored disciple! The entire sect looks up to me as their leader!

I *am* the future of this sect! Yi Na is with me because she recognizes my talent!"

Wu Yue scoffed, "Seems you’ve drunk too much of your own Kool-Aid—lost all sense of your own worth.

You? The sect’s future? What future? One built on empty boasts?

The entire alliance knows full well who the true genius and leading figure of this era is.

A frog in a well, reveling in self-delusion—classic Ming Li the kappa."

Fu Mingli abruptly drew his sword, eyes blazing with fury, his voice icy,

"Yan Qi, since it’s your guest who’s disrespected us first today, don’t blame me for kicking her out."

Wu Yue cheered, "Wow! Yan Qi! Ming Li the kappa’s ego just crumbled!"

Fu Yanqi unsheathed his sword in response. The moment his SS-grade Demon-Slaying Cangxuan Sword gleamed, the crowd gasped:

"What’s going on? Isn’t that the SS-grade sword the Elder obtained from the World Boss battle? Why does Yan Qi have it?"

"Right! Didn’t Ming Li say the Elder would definitely give it to him?"

"Could it really be as she said—that the Elder sees Yan Qi as the sect’s true future?"

"Impossible! If that were true, why did the Elder always side with us when we played tricks on Yan Qi before?"

Wu Yue tilted her head, "Is it really that hard to understand? No wonder Master Fu doesn't waste her time on mediocrities like you."

"What did you just say?!"

Wu Yue continued, "If parents truly love their children, they plan for their future. Spoiling a child is like killing them.

If Master Fu had any real intention of nurturing you, how could she allow you to fester in jealousy and hate without guidance?

Fu Yanqi—Yan Qi, 'to extend and to begin.' A name carrying such hopes and dreams. Yet in the eyes of small-minded people like you,

it only brings disgust.

The moment you uttered those two words, in Master Fu's heart, you had long since become nothing more than discarded tools for sharpening others."

"And you,"

Wu Yue turned her gaze toward Fu Mingli, whose face had turned stormy,

"You've already realized it, haven't you?

Fu Mingli—Master Fu's sole expectation for you, from beginning to end, was simply to 'be reasonable.'

But you?

You can't even manage something so trivial. How dare you pretend to be the future of the Taoist tradition?

The Taoist tradition has endured for millennia. It was carried forward by countless predecessors who proved their devotion with their hearts, bodies, and blood.

How could it tolerate vermin like you—

a disgrace— defiling its future?"