I was reborn after cheating on the aloof and powerful man.

Chapter 29 Embracing the True Lord

Yuekelai is located on the best street in the east of Nanxuan City. Not far from Yuekelai, in front of a bookstore, several scholars are stopping a young couple dressed in blue robes and speaking rudely to them.

"As a woman, you don't cover your face when you go out, isn't that because you want people to see you? What's wrong with looking at you a couple of times? You don't uphold feminine virtues and you dare to talk back to us men? Didn't your parents teach you that men are superior to women?!"

"You're just making excuses!"

The stunningly beautiful girl in green was furious, her face flushed red. What utter nonsense about male superiority and female inferiority! A bunch of shameless scoundrels! Just as she was about to make a move, her senior brother struck first, and at the same time, a sweet and cheerful voice rang out from behind her.

"Where did these barking dogs come from, biting everyone they see? Today, I'll show you a thing or two about female superiority and male inferiority!"

Suddenly, a girl in red rushed out from behind the girl in green. The girl in red was radiant, her vibrant red dress resembling a blooming rose—beautiful yet thorny. She moved with the agility of a swallow and the lightness of flowing clouds, swiftly reaching the scholar who had spoken. Working in perfect harmony with the boy in green, they each delivered a powerful slap, turning the scholar's face into a symmetrical, swollen mess.

After the girl in red finished fanning herself, she saw the scholar's appearance, clapped her hands, pointed at him, and burst into laughter:

"A beast with a pig's head, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!!!"

Before the scholar could react, he was struck by the two men. He was powerless against their combined attacks. The scholar wasn't entirely foolish; he immediately realized that he and his group were likely no match for them. He was furious and dared not retaliate, so he touched his swollen and aching face and, feigning bravado, shouted loudly:

"A gentleman uses words, not fists! You barbarians, how dare you! Do you know who we are? How dare you lay a hand on the people of Xuehai Academy? Today, if you don't kneel down and kowtow to apologize, don't even think about leaving Nanxuan City unscathed!"

"It's just a third-rate sect that uses Confucianism to mask martial arts. What kind of people do they think they are to dare spout nonsense in public! Martial arts people don't judge each other by strength. Stop spouting this nonsense about gentlemen using words instead of fists. If you're not convinced, then fight! If you can't beat them, then keep it to yourself!"

"Ji Zhongxuan of the Qingcheng Sect is ready to fight at the arena at any time."

The young man in blue robes strode forward like an arrow, his imposing aura like a drawn sword, directly confronting the scholars. The scholars, intimidated by his presence, retreated hastily like startled birds.

The beaten scholar was filled with fear and dread under the oppressive aura, but his eyes lit up and he immediately came up with a vicious idea for revenge:

"Very well, very well! You bunch of madmen must be remnants of a demonic cult hiding within martial arts sects. You just wait, I will definitely tell Lord Jia to arrest you all!"

The lackey behind the beaten scholar tugged at his junior brother's clothes. Hearing the other man announce his name, he had a bad feeling:

“Brother Wu, he’s from the Qingcheng Sect.”

The Confucian scholar who was beaten was named Wu Gao, a descendant of the Master. He was the tyrant of his family and no one dared to mess with him at Xuehai Academy; he was used to being lawless. He hadn't even reacted to what the lackey was saying.

"So what if it's the Qingcheng Sect? Does the Qingcheng Sect not harbor members of the Demonic Sect?"

"It seems that our senior brother is very familiar with the senior sister of the Qingcheng Sect, and he said that if we encounter anyone from the Qingcheng Sect, we must treat them with courtesy."

"So Brother Sha must have had something going on with that little hussy from the Qingcheng Sect. He actually praised a woman to the skies and made her seem all-powerful in front of our senior masters. He really disgraced us men."

Upon hearing that it involved women, Wu Gao finally remembered where he had heard of the Qingcheng Sect. He had always disliked that treacherous and cunning Dongfang Rui. As a descendant of the Master, the title of Senior Brother had been stolen by a lowly, poor boy, which was one of the things he hated most!

Today he has a second hatred: he, Wu Gao, will remember the Qingcheng Sect and this woman in red. He swears he will not be a man if he does not avenge this!

"What remnants of a demonic cult?"

The scholars were whispering amongst themselves, their words shrouded in secrecy. Although she didn't understand why the scholar before her was calling her and the handsome man beside her remnants of a demonic cult, the woman in red knew that the scholar's words were definitely malicious.

Before she could stop the scholar who was trying to leave and ask him for an explanation, the handsome young man who had attacked with her struck the scholar to the ground with a single palm strike.

Wu Gao's martial arts skills were mediocre, and the sycophants around him were also only amateurs. Who with real ability would fawn over a good-for-nothing playboy? Seeing him being beaten, none of them dared to help. He staggered to his feet, only to be struck down again by a palm. Then came a torrent of blows, swift and relentless, causing him excruciating pain all over his body. Tears welled in his eyes as he knelt and begged for mercy, groaning in pain.

"Hero, please stop hitting me! Please stop!"

"Apologize!"

The cold words, carried by the force of the palm strike, hit him.

"Ouch...no...stop hitting me...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, please forgive me!"

"That's not it, I apologize!"

As if by some strange twist of fate, Wu Gao realized the reason why the boy had hit him:

"Ouch...it's my fault, I shouldn't have said those things, I'll never say them again, ouch...please stop hitting me...please..."

With a cold snort, the handsome young man withdrew his hand. Wu Gao's men immediately stepped forward to help him up, and the group fled without looking back.

Seeing the person run away, the girl in red didn't bother to chase after them. Turning around and seeing the girl in green's face clearly, she was stunned by her beauty. Her eyes lit up, and she stepped forward to take the girl in green's hand, touching it as she introduced herself.

"You're really beautiful. My name is Wu Yanluo. What's your name?"

"Mu Qingfeng, thank you for earlier."

The beautiful woman's hands were so smooth; Wu Yanluo was overjoyed to touch them.

"Hey, no need to be polite. If you see a lecherous thief on the road, castrate him."

That's not what she originally said at all... Mu Qingfeng's face darkened. She felt a little jealous when she saw the girl in red standing with Ji Zhongxuan, but now that the girl in red had touched her hand, she felt like she was being taken advantage of by a pervert. The girl's feelings were very complicated.

"Please let me go, I need to go inside to find my senior sister."

As soon as Mu Qingfeng finished speaking, Fei Xi walked out of the bookstore.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I've finished buying my things and can go back now. Oh, young lady, may I ask who you are?"

Mu Qingfeng briefly recounted what had just happened. After listening, Fei Xi cupped her hands and smiled at the woman in red:

"Thank you for your righteous help, Miss Wu. Your chivalry and courage are truly a model for us all. May I ask if you are from the Taibai Sect?"

The smiling girl immediately revealed her origins, causing Wu Yanluo to widen her eyes in surprise. She quickly released the beauty's hand and ran to the girl who had just come out, pestering her to guess what she had come for.

After their conversation, Wu Yanluo was convinced. Forgetting about meeting her master at the inn on the east side, she decided to first go sightseeing at the Qingcheng Sect's headquarters with the three members of the Qingcheng Sect.

Just as the four were about to set off, Ji Zhongxuan took the book from his senior sister's hand.

A transcendent figure walked out from the end of the street. The person was like a fairy, exuding an aura of being detached from the world, as if nothing in the world mattered to him.

In less than half a breath, he had gracefully arrived before the four. His cold voice was devoid of any emotion, making the meaning of his words unfathomable:

"Can you heal the wounds of Silent Snowfall?"

"Yes."

"Did you give the secret manual to Cui Chou?"

"……Yes."

"it is good!"

The newcomer stopped asking questions, drew his Mo Wen sword, and Mu Qingfeng and Wu Yanluo watched the strange exchange between the two with puzzled expressions. Ji Zhongxuan realized something, but before he could throw away what he was holding, the sword's wind had already arrived!

Opening and closing her eyes takes only a moment, a moment of twenty thoughts. With each thought, Fei Xi wanted to tear Cui Chou to pieces. Countless mythical beasts were jumping around in her mind.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a weak figure standing in front of her, shielding her from the chaotic sword and saber energy around her.

"Xiao Yuan, it's been so many years, you haven't changed at all."