Pang Qingshi, although aware of the Vermilion Bird Envoy from the Devouring Spirit Sect, had never met the person in question, especially considering that Zhou Yuqing, after regaining her memories, looked completely different from before.
So now, seeing Zhou Yuqing, Pang Qingshi was somewhat curious about this Great Cultivator she had never heard of before, whose tall stature already seemed no less formidable than the elders in secluded meditation within her sect.
"This is a guest elder of the Purple Cloud Sect, surnamed Zhou," Liang Yi introduced with a smile to Pang Qingshi.
The news of the resurrection of the third princess of the Xuanzhou Immortal Dynasty was limited to only a few people, and Zhou Yuqing herself did not want to attract too much attention, thus she planned to keep a low profile for a while.
"I am Pang Qingshi from the Senluo Wanxiang Sect, and I pay my respects to Elder Zhou." Although Pang Qingshi was surprised that this person was a guest elder of the Purple Cloud Sect, she still respectfully greeted her.
Lu Shanxing, who was standing behind them, carefully placed the severely injured Wang Fuxian on the deck, and for fear of staining the deck with blood, he even laid down a cloth, which was contrary to his rugged appearance.
"The chief of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect? I’ve long heard of your great name, how is your Sect Master Wan doing?" Zhou Yuqing observed the recent events carefully, her tone slightly indifferent.
"The Sect Master is very well, has the elder dealt with my master before?" Hearing Zhou Yuqing’s cultured speech, Pang Qingshi couldn’t help but raise her head to look at Zhou Yuqing, but she knew none of her master’s friends were as young, beautiful, and powerful as her.
"I had some dealings with them many years ago," Zhou Yuqing responded calmly, without further explanation.
Liang Yi was also curious about this matter but didn’t know whether Zhou Yuqing met Elder Wan of the Devouring Spirit Sect or even earlier.
"That must be the young master of the Demon Clan, right?" Pang Qingshi’s gaze unintentionally shifted to Mr. Orange who was sunbathing nearby, her eyes brightening as she asked Liang Yi.
Mr. Orange looked so adorable that even she felt the urge to pet him.
"Yes, exactly," Liang Yi, aware of Mr. Orange’s charm to females, responded without surprise.
"Senior sister, Brother Wang is in a critical condition..." Lu Shanxing, seeing that his senior sister had not yet checked on Brother Wang, weakly reminded as he felt compelled to speak up.
"Let me take a look." Pang Qingshi frowned subtly. She had never liked Wang Fuxian, who bragged about being the longest-serving True Inheritor and shamelessly expressed his intent to pursue her. His recent blow was partly driven by this.
People like him should taste the brink of death to appreciate the value of living instead of daydreaming about nonsense.
"That was a good move," Zhou Yuqing quietly transmitted her thought to Liang Yi while watching Pang Qingshi examine Wang Fuxian’s injuries.
"Just luck, I happened to be there," Liang Yi replied, his expression unchanged, as luck was something he always had.
"Sister Pang isn’t as hard to approach as Sister Yu described," Su Youyi was a bit puzzled. From what she experienced, Pang Qingshi always seemed rational, nothing like the combative personality described by Yu Gejing.
"Maybe it’s because there are no members of the Complete Heaven Sect here," Liang Yi speculated, noting that the disciples of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect were quite normal without the presence of the Complete Heaven Sect.
Mr. Orange, who had jumped onto Liang Yi’s shoulder at some point, however, appeared indifferent and snorted softly towards the three people there.
"Uh? Did they provoke you?" Liang Yi looked at Mr. Orange who clearly disliked the people from the Senluo Wanxiang Sect and couldn’t help feeling puzzled.
"They didn’t provoke me, but I just don’t like anyone from the Complete Heaven Sect or the Senluo Wanxiang Sect, meow." Mr. Orange flicked his tail, tucking his chubby paws into his chest.
Su Youyi thought about it for a moment, and it seemed true. Back when she was at the Complete Heaven Sect, Mr. Orange also had a cold attitude towards her senior brothers and Senior Sister Yu.
"Why is that?" Su Youyi exercised the fine virtue of asking when unsure.
"I am the reincarnation of the Spirit Light of Heavenly Dao, and these two sects keep bothering me every day with their nonsense about ’following the heavenly path’ and ’going against the heavenly path,’ it’s so annoying, meow." Mr. Orange complained angrily with his paws crossed.
"Although fate exists, it’s also influenced by both timing and human actions, meow. Stop blaming everything on Heavenly Dao, meow." Mr. Orange got more agitated as he spoke. If there was anyone who had to bear the most blame, it had to be the Heavenly Dao.
Whether it was ordinary people or cultivators, whenever something went wrong, they would say it was ’destiny,’ which is all bullshit.
"Just like that idiot lying on the ground. If he hadn’t talked so much just now, would he have gotten beaten up this badly, meow? Isn’t it all because of his own doing, meow?"
"That makes sense. But your way of saying it is somewhat similar to the Senluo Wanxiang Sect’s saying, ’There’s always a sliver of vitality in adversity, man can overcome heaven.’" Liang Yi listened and contemplated, but still reminded Mr. Orange.
"Those powerful ones aren’t fools, the more they cultivate, the more they will discover the truth. By the time they truly reach the Ninth Realm, they should almost understand, meow." Mr. Orange scratched his ears and casually commented.
Mr. Orange, Liang Yi, and the others were having an encrypted conversation, so Pang Qingshi and Lu Shanxing, who were healing Wang Fuxian nearby, did not hear them.
"Wang Fuxian is really disgracing our Senluo Wanxiang Sect!" Pang Qingshi’s anger showed on his face after examining Wang Fuxian’s injuries, his black hair falling beside his ears.
Although her palm strike was full-forced, it should have been within an acceptable range for a True Inheritor of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect with a Protective Taoist Talisman. But Wang Fuxian looked almost dead now, exhaling more than inhaling, his vitality flickering like a candle in the wind.
Moreover, after investigating Wang Fuxian’s body, she discovered another thing that angered her.
"Senior Brother..." Lu Shanxing also looked incredulously at the fainted Wang Fuxian on the ground. While understanding the purpose of his senior brother’s actions, he couldn’t help but sigh for him.
This is self-destruction!
"Huh? What’s going on with them?" Liang Yi, who was pretending to chat on the side but actually enjoying the drama, suddenly noticed the abnormal situation there.
"Not sure, it seems like they’ve encountered some problem?" Su Youyi sneakily glanced over, noticing Pang Qingshi’s angry expression and Lu Shanxing’s look of pity. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NovelHub(.)net
"That guy lying on the ground, he’s ruined his life," Zhou Yuqing commented clearly, understanding the whole situation.
Liang Yi was shocked. Was Pang Qingshi so ruthless? To directly cripple her own True Inheritor with one palm strike?