RPAGF Chapter 144 Even the Jade Terrace Grows Dust
Chapter 144 Even the Jade Terrace Grows Dust
"Young master, do you recognize me, Du? Why are you so surprised?"
Du Xinglie frowned, his feet became heavier, and he approached menacingly.
When Luo Sifan first saw him, he was so shocked that he could hardly contain himself. The shock was fleeting, but it still couldn't escape the old fox's eyes, and he became suspicious.
Luo Sifan cursed inwardly, then muttered another curse at the fat man before turning displeased and glaring at Du Xinglie, not giving an inch:
"When did you, you scoundrel, appear in the inner courtyard of the Yaotai Sect! Who disregarded palace rules and let you in? This young master will investigate thoroughly and punish this person who violated the rules!"
"Guards! Where are Yu Zhihua and Si Hanqiu?!"
Luo Sifan gathered his energy in his dantian, and his loud shout echoed from Zhichun Pavilion, resounding throughout the palace.
Du Xinglie was caught off guard and was momentarily stunned.
The women of Yaotai Sect, who were busy at work, stopped upon hearing the sound and looked at Zhichun Pavilion, which their sect used to welcome distinguished guests, with suspicion in their eyes.
A dozen or so figures moved swiftly, rushing straight towards Zhichun Pavilion. They were all elite female cultivators from the Yaotai Sect.
As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Du Xinglie was naturally fully aware of the situation under his spiritual perception. He felt a lump in his throat and even swallowed back his instinctive reaction to rebuke.
He never expected that a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, alone and facing him, would dare to be so arrogant. His expression showed that he either regarded him as a thief or someone who had cheated on him, and he was extremely disgusted with him.
Instead of getting angry, Du Xinglie gritted his teeth and chuckled coldly several times. One after another, the women of Yaotai Sect appeared beside Luo Sifan.
Seeing that it was only Du Xinglie and Luo Sifan facing off, the women's serious expressions immediately relaxed.
Yu Zhihua arrived late, but immediately understood the situation. She glanced silently at Luo Sifan, then greeted Du Xinglie:
"Young Master Du, it's been a long time. Are you here to see my sect leader's disciple again?"
Located at the border of three kingdoms, Yaotai Sect has a long history of ties with the powerful families of the three kingdoms. For nearly a thousand years, it has had a particularly close relationship with the Du family. Although Yu Zhihua was not familiar with Du Xinglie, she was not surprised by his appearance here.
Luo Sifan's expression grew cold, and he didn't say anything more.
The women of Yaotai Sect, on the surface, were quite polite to him, but in reality, they were all like Yu Zhihua, subtly sarcastic and never forgetting to despise him.
Yu Lishuang sat on the bed with her feet up, watching the gossip, her emotions rising and falling with Luo Sifan's words and actions.
She had just scolded him for flirting with Si Hanqiu, calling him vulgar and shameless. Now, seeing Yu Zhihua publicly humiliate Luo Sifan, Yu Lishuang's pretty face turned cold, and a murderous aura rose within her.
"A bunch of vulgar women, daring to embarrass him! The Yaotai Sect is better off without them!"
Yu Lishuang clenched her fist and unconsciously uttered a fierce murmur, startling Cai Feng'er, who was dozing off by the bedside.
"Miss, we can talk this over. You can't destroy the Yaotai Sect!"
Cai Feng'er rushed to Yu Lishuang's side, pleading anxiously. Having spent ten thousand years with Yaotai Sect, she still had some feelings for them.
"See!"
Yu Lishuang remained unmoved, her face still brimming with murderous intent.
The Yaotai Sect was founded by her ten thousand years ago. Now, these disciples disrespect Luo Sifan, which means they don't take her, the sect's founder, seriously.
Having not wielded their weapons for millennia, these young people have probably forgotten Yu Lishuang's murderous intent when she roamed the Western Kingdom, slaughtering entire sects and factions.
"Senior Zhihua!"
Du Xinglie was a perceptive man; he could tell from Luo Sifan's expression that she was not well-liked. He smiled and bowed respectfully to Yu Zhihua.
"Young master, may I ask which senior disciple of your sect you are? It seems you have some prejudice against me upon our first meeting. We had a minor argument, and this young man is quite impatient. He made a mountain out of a molehill, disturbing the seniors. My apologies!"
Du Xinglie was eloquent and sincere, persuading all the women, who all glanced at Luo Sifan with disdain.
Luo Sifan was used to Du Xinglie's methods, so he remained calm and let him perform, without intending to interrupt or argue.
Yu Zhihua was indeed persuaded by Du Xinglie. She frowned slightly and looked at Luo Sifan, who stood with his hands in his sleeves and an arrogant expression.
"Young Master..."
Yu Zhihua's tone was displeased, and she had just finished speaking when Luo Sifan raised his hand to stop her:
“Yu Zhihua, first recognize your own identity. I am the husband of your clan’s patriarch. Is there any problem with me summoning you here? If any of you here do not wish to obey my summons, you may state this in public. I will then convey your opinions to my wife.”
Luo Sifan surveyed the women and began to speak eloquently, without any restraint.
Upon hearing this, the women's expressions were quite interesting. Those who were displeased or disgusted suppressed their feelings and looked at each other, all feeling extremely stifled.
Yu Zhihua was even more frustrated, and she could no longer bring herself to say anything derogatory to Luo Sifan, so she swallowed it back.
“What you say is very true, young master. Even just for the sake of our ancestor, we will obey whatever you command. After the grand wedding tomorrow, our ancestor will surely have arrangements for you. When the honors you receive are announced to the public, all the ten thousand members of the Yaotai Sect will respect you and behave much more properly.”
Yu Zhihua spoke coldly, not daring to openly confront Luo Sifan. She subtly reminded Luo Sifan that the marriage was not yet finalized and his status was uncertain, and everything depended on how the ancestor decided. She still mocked Luo Sifan for living off a woman.
"So good!"
Luo Sifan nodded, ignoring Yu Zhihua's sarcasm.
Pointing at Du Xinglie, Luo Sifan became arrogant again:
“Yu Zhihua, I hate this person as soon as I see him. Since you have agreed to serve me, please remove this person from Zhichun Pavilion and do not allow him to appear within a hundred feet of me.”
Luo Sifan was aggressive and pushy, and not only Du Xinglie, but also the women in the pavilion couldn't help but change color.
"Young master! Isn't this behavior a bit too much?"
Yu Zhihua finally couldn't hold back and questioned Luo Sifan's request.
She was well aware of the deep connections and relationships between Yaotai Sect and these powerful families. Even some of her disciples came from the Du family, and their daily offerings were naturally made in accordance with the Du family's wishes.
If Luo Sifan's nonsensical behavior offends the seventh young master of the Du family, causing a rift between the two sides, the Yaotai Sect will suffer losses far beyond the small amount of offerings she has received.
Luo Sifan looked around. Du Xinglie had a mocking expression on his face, clearly enjoying the show. Most of the women from the Yaotai Sect also wore cold smiles, and Yu Zhihua stood up to oppose him.
Luo Sifan sighed inwardly, feeling deeply sorry for Yu Lishuang. She had established her sect, passed on her skills and resources for millennia, yet all she had produced was a group of short-sighted, greedy, and treacherous individuals whose foundations had been emptied by powerful clans.
"Yu Zhihua, is this how you treat the Ancestor?"
Luo Sifan withdrew his finger, his expression completely calm, staring intently at Yu Zhihua, his eyes revealing undisguised disappointment.
Yu Xinlian of Yaotai Sect colluded with the Du family to harm him. The entire Yaotai Sect is connected with these powerful families. Once these facts are told to Yu Lishuang, he can imagine how ruthless and heartless this mad fairy who cannot tolerate even a speck of dust will be when she takes action.
Even within his imprisoned immortal soul, there surged an inexplicable fear of Yu Lishuang's unconventional behavior.
Yu Lishuang's eyes were deep blue, and through Luo Sifan's eyes, she took in the indifferent and mocking expressions of the elite women of Yaotai Sect.
At this moment, she was no longer as angry as before; she was extremely calm, and even a faint smile appeared on her lips.
"Oops!"
Cai Feng'er saw this and it stirred up bad memories, so she didn't even dare to interrupt or plead for them.
Her young lady's smile was enough to captivate a city, but while she smiled, her eyes were vacant, and her fingers were rubbing and twisting.
She had only seen it once, ten thousand years ago, when the young lady overwhelmed mountains and seas, destroying other sects.