Chapter 28 The Scheming Disciple and the Charming Master 28

Chapter 28: The Scheming Disciple and His Beautiful Master 28

"All Sect Masters and Elders, the Baqi Sect is taking up your time today to address a matter of public concern."

Yuan Tianba, as the current Sect Master of the Baqi Sect, had reached the late Nascent Soul stage, but his petty nature was infamous.

Any immortal sect that crossed the Baqi Sect would be hounded like a rabid dog—this had become common knowledge among the hundred sects.

Someone in the seats couldn't stand it any longer and sneered:

"I say, Sect Master Yuan, the Immortal Sects Conference is not the place for your Baqi Sect to air its petty grievances."

"What happened today is not a private matter of the Baqi Sect, but something that concerns the entire cultivation world."

Chu Xiuyuan, seated in the main position, sighed. If he didn't let him speak today, there'd be no end to it.

"Then keep it brief, Sect Master Yuan."

Yuan Tianba wore a look of righteous indignation and said in a deep voice:

"Qin Du, a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, has been cultivating the Demonic Path and injured an elder of my sect. He's in league with the demon race. I ask all Sect Masters to pass a fair judgment."

These words stunned the entire hall.

After all, this was the Xuantian Sect's home ground. To openly accuse a Xuantian disciple of following the demonic path—only the Baqi Sect would have the nerve to say such a thing.

The scene in the town at the foot of the mountain yesterday had already been witnessed by disciples from many sects.

It did seem that a Xuantian disciple had gotten into a fight with a Baqi elder, though nobody knew who came out on top.

Chu Xiuyuan said, "Sect Master Yuan, you need evidence to back up your claims. How do you prove our Xuantian disciple practices demonic arts?"

"A mere Foundation Establishment Stage disciple sent my sect's Golden Core elder tumbling down a cultivation level with a single palm strike. If he hasn't taken the demonic path, what other explanation is there?"

Truly, people from the same sect share the same twisted logic.

The crowd started whispering among themselves again.

"Which elder of the Baqi Sect is that? So weak that a Xuantian disciple knocked his cultivation down a level. Looks like the Baqi Sect is going under."

"My disciple was there yesterday. He said that disciple was banged up pretty bad too—his spiritual root barely made it."

"Sounds like they both got wrecked. What more does the Baqi Sect want to kick up a fuss about? So are they saying anyone who beats their elder is a demon cultivator?"

Chu Xiuyuan rubbed his brow. "Then why not summon everyone who was there and have them confront each other right here?"

In truth, Chu Xiuyuan didn't believe for a second that his junior brother Lin Huaiqing's personal disciple would practice demonic arts.

The Baqi Sect's Admonishing Elder and Zhang Ting were both there.

Lin Huaiqing glanced at what was happening inside and told Qin Du to wait outside the hall and observe first, while he went in to handle things.

Regardless of whether Qin Du actually practiced demonic arts, the fact remained that he had demon blood in him.

If the Baqi Sect found out, they'd never let it go.

"Where is Qin Du? Has someone been sent to fetch him?"

"My disciple is badly injured and hasn't woken up yet. Once he does, Sect Master, you can send someone to fetch him."

At the entrance of the hall, a tall figure in moon-white robes appeared.

Wherever Lin Huaiqing went, everything around him seemed to move in slow motion. Wherever he appeared, all eyes were on him.

He was truly one of the top three beauties in the cultivation world.

The ribbon wrapped around his eyes added a certain allure.

He exuded a cold, fragile beauty that ordinary beauties could never hope to match.

Many Sect Masters and Elders were seeing Lin Huaiqing for the first time since he'd gone blind. Somehow, he seemed even more mysterious than he had before.

"Junior brother? Why did you come in person?"

Chu Xiuyuan stood up and motioned for his disciple to bring Lin Huaiqing a chair.

"My disciple was badly beaten by someone, and then falsely accused of practicing demonic arts. If I hadn't come, I'm afraid these people would've torn my young, frail disciple apart alive."

Thinking of Qin Du lying weak and helpless in bed, he found these people even more detestable.

Hearing this, those who had witnessed the fight between Qin Du and the Baqi elder yesterday couldn't agree with that.

They could believe he was young—the disciple looked twenty at most.

But frail? Where did they get that from?

The kid was built like a young bull, and he sent a Golden Core elder tumbling down a level with one palm strike.

"Hmph! Immortal Venerable Huaiqing sure raised a fine disciple! Not only did he hit our disciples, he hit our elder too. If he were here today, would he climb right on top of my head too?"

"My disciple isn't that kind of person. If others hadn't provoked him, he wouldn't have lifted a finger." On that, Lin Huaiqing was certain.

"Is that so? Then let my personal disciple, Zhang Ting, tell everyone what was really said in the tavern yesterday!"

Zhang Ting, when called upon, showed no sign of panic, as if he'd rehearsed this. He said with a straight face:

"Yesterday, I was sitting in the tavern chatting with other disciples. Qin Du, who was beside us, seemed drunk. We were just having a casual chat when he suddenly came at me.

I told him I was a disciple of the Baqi Sect, and without a word, he sent me flying with one palm strike. Luckily, he was drunk and his spiritual power was all over the place, or I might not have made it."

Zhang Ting's words completely absolved him, putting all the blame on Qin Du.

Qin Du, eavesdropping outside the door, slammed his fist against the doorframe, wishing he could sew Zhang Ting's lying mouth shut.

Lin Huaiqing didn't know the specifics of that situation either. Naturally, he couldn't just say anything.

But he was certain that this disciple named Zhang Ting was definitely lying.

The atmosphere turned icy.

Could they really bring Qin Du in to confront them directly?

But what if someone found out about Qin Du's demon blood?

Just as Lin Huaiqing was at a loss, a small figure squeezed through the crowd.

"I can vouch for him! He's lying! You were the one who badmouthed Immortal Venerable Huaiqing first, and only then did Qin Du argue with you!"

Fu'er was only fifteen, and this was her first time coming with her master to the Immortal Sects Conference.

As luck would have it, she was the only witness in the entire room.

Since she was there at the time, there was no way she'd let Zhang Ting talk out of his ass.

Seeing this, Yin Shuangyue quickly rose to pull her back, but the girl was stubborn as a mule and wouldn't move an inch.

The Xuantian Sect and the Baqi Sect were both top-tier sects in the cultivation world, and their Xianyue Sect didn't want to offend either.

But this little girl just had to stick her neck out, dragging their Xianyue Sect into the mess too.

Seeing that the girl couldn't be dragged away even by nine oxen, Yin Shuangyue facepalmed.

Forcing her back now would just make their Xianyue Sect look scared, so she had no choice but to let her keep going.

She'd just chalk it up as a favor owed to Lin Huaiqing.

Exposed in front of everyone, Zhang Ting's face turned ugly as he barked:

"Who the hell is this snot-nosed brat? When did I ever slander Immortal Venerable Huaiqing? In a place like this, you'd better watch your tongue!"

Fu'er got yelled at by Zhang Ting, her eyes red with anger, but she still stood up and spoke her mind.

"Yesterday, it was you in the tavern, openly saying the Xuantian Sect was full of crap and that the spirit-suppressing stone brought back by Immortal Venerable Huaiqing was fake. When I defended the Immortal Venerable, you even called me his old flame!"