“You!”
The Shenhua Sect representatives don’t play fair, avoiding head-on confrontation and aiming for the lower body!
Seeing Elder Pu’s furious expression, even Bai Yu and Zhou Yan stifled their laughter, barely holding it in.
“Do you live by the sea or something? Why do you care so much? We’ve already clarified things with the Mingguang disciples. What more do you want?”
Xiao Xinran was equally blunt.
Before entering, Qin Sister had already explained—what happens at the foot of the mountain differs from the summit. If you respect me an inch, I’ll give you a mile.
The basic etiquette of Sword Cultivators was etched into her heart.
“Impudent! Disrespectful to your elders, ignorant of etiquette—is this the fine daughter raised by the Xiao Family? The good disciple taught by the Sunset Peak First Seat?”
Elder Pu glared at the Xiao Family’s seats.
He’d intended to use this chance to suppress the Sword Sect’s arrogance, but the younger generation left him seething.
He represented the Radiant Light Sect.
Yet even a newly initiated junior dared to interrupt repeatedly—what kind of example was that?
The Xiao Clan Elder kept his eyes fixed forward, lips sealed.
Who would dare make a sound?
Best to pretend he’d heard nothing.
Mist City was desolate, Southern Territory business almost entirely monopolized by the Shanhai Pavilion, with Miss You not even getting a taste of the profits.
The position of Pavilion Lord’s Principal Wife had once been unshakeable, but who could have predicted such a turn?
Deep down, she still hoped the Xiao Miss and the Former Son-in-law would rekindle old feelings.
Others, upon hearing the fiery red-robed girl’s identity, cast subtle glances.
How could a couple who’d already broken up be so close?
On Yun Liu’s side, he remained silent.
He’d come specifically to learn about Jing Yan’s condition.
Canghai had visited Yudu several times at the royal family’s invitation, distressed over the Nation Master’s strange illness.
All kinds of spiritual elixirs had been tried, but they could only ease the Golden Core Corruption.
“Whether he can last through the Shengyu Festival is still unknown. It’s best to be mentally prepared…”
Canghai glanced at the two Jing Tan’ers, his expression odd.
Her Highness the Princess Royal probably still had no idea.
“I understand.”
Yun Liu nodded.
Time was running out.
His gaze returned to the guests at the table, eyes filled with interest as he studied this group of double-crossers.
He overheard Sister Qin tag-teaming with an accomplice, rendering that meddling old man speechless—a protective streak just like Gelan’s, unexpectedly cute.
Yun Liu drifted into thought.
“W-Why are you looking at me like that?”
Qin Xing blushed under the youth’s gaze, worried that her intimidating demeanor might scare Younger Brother Yun.
Sect business wasn’t easy. In truth, gatherings like this were just joint meetings of the various sects’ “diplomatic departments”—responsible for securing sponsorship outside the mountains.
Winning more official benefits for the sect would help disciples train and grow the clan. Naturally, they couldn’t show weakness.
As the Shenhua Sect had performed poorly in the last discourse, with all five peak elites eliminated early, who would willingly come only to be mocked by fellow Heavenly Concord Alliance members?
Even Qin Cha had taken on the task, arriving with Gelan’s fierceness.
“It’s nothing. You’re just… cute.”
Yun Liu’s words turned Qin Cha’s cheeks even redder, making her stiffen.
Now was not the time for sweet talk!
“You don’t know—Old Pu is famous for being troublesome. If you leave him alone, he’ll walk all over you. Master said just curse him out and he’ll quiet down!”
The stench of Elder Pu truly was intolerable, and Xiao Xinran’s anger kept rising.
“What does my business have to do with Master? One takes responsibility for their own actions. Don’t drag the whole sect into it.”
Elder Pu glanced sideways at the two princesses, letting out a half-laugh.
“And what do you rely on? The Shenhua Sect is unworthy as Zhu Shengguo’s state religion. Unable to even spot a fake princess at your side—not only did she sneak into the Yudu royal palace, but she even flaunted herself in and out of the Sundial Immortal Mansion.”
“It’s utterly laughable. If this were the work of evil forces, the Sword Sect couldn’t escape blame!”
The Radiant Light Sect watched coldly from the sidelines, tossing another heavy accusation.
Qin Xing and the others were at a loss for words.
Her Highness the Princess Royal was not pleased.
“Wait, I haven’t understood a word you’ve said since earlier. I’m the princess. I come and go as I please. Do I need your permission?”
“Who’s the real fake, and who’s the con artist? You’d better make yourself clear first!”
The two Jing Tan’ers’ phoenix eyes gleamed sharply, equally imposing.
“Uh… If it’s really Her Highness the Princess Royal, of course—of course there’s no problem…”
Elder Pu’s eyelids twitched.
Whatever could go wrong, he brought it up.
He fell flat.
Everyone present wanted to laugh but didn’t dare.
A welcoming banquet had been thrown into chaos by a few little girls, with everyone else reduced to bystanders—completely forgetting why they were there.
“Elder Pu makes a fair point. Do you have any wise suggestions?”
At that moment, the silent, low-key youth spoke, drawing the entire room’s attention.
Elder Pu calmed himself.
When facing a Shanhai Pavilion official, he didn’t dare act tough.
He glanced subtly at Madam Jing Rui, as if guessing something.
“The Pavilion Lord is always reasonable. But if a person appears right under your noses, what brilliant idea could I have?”
Yun Liu replied flatly,
“So, you have no ideas. Then why are you butting in? Shut your foul mouth and watch how it’s done.”
“I—”
Elder Pu choked on his wine, his face turning red with rage, but he dared not speak.
Ji Shiyu’s bright eyes curved into crescent moons.
The way teacher scolded people was oddly charming.
She quietly grabbed another plump goose leg.
“Elder Pu, please don’t be agitated. Since Mister Yun has spoken, he must have a plan.”
The Prince of Four Domains laughed heartily, his tiger eyes flicking between the two princesses.
It was unclear which side had unleashed such a powerful trump card, intentionally sowing confusion.
The problem was simple.
Whoever obeyed was the “true” princess. Puppets didn’t need their own opinions.
Guests all around turned their heads, eager to hear more.
Did Mister Yun already know the answer?
Canghai and White Whale exchanged glances.
Even with their Nascent Soul cultivation, they couldn’t discern any difference between the two girls—something was definitely strange.
As for double-agent Madam Jing Rui, she felt tense.
On one hand, she hoped the decoy would slip past unnoticed.
On the other, she feared her real master would be harmed, dragging herself down with them.
Worst of all, even she couldn’t tell who was on her own side!
But Yun Liu only sipped his Jade Nectar, keeping his thoughts to himself.
“The will of heaven cannot be revealed.”
“Uh.”
Everyone smiled knowingly.
Qin Yao’s heart tightened.
She didn’t know if Yun Liu was bluffing or truly confident, but it wouldn’t do to act on a bad idea.
Both princesses straightened, throwing each other challenging glances.
Each seemed to trust Yun Liu completely.
“Saying that is no different than saying nothing. I want to see how you’ll resolve this.”
Elder Pu grumbled as he drank, waiting for the show.
The guests chatted cheerfully, their focus fixed on the two key figures.
Yet, whichever princess it was, both seemed to trust the white-robed youth deeply.
A tacit smile appeared on every face.
Finally, all eyes converged on the calm East Extreme Pavilion Master, burning with curiosity.
As the Immortal Master of Penglai Island took his leave, Yun Liu also stood and departed, ignoring the eager pleas of the prominent figures.
He did things his own way.