Chapter 9: Ming Ji, I’ll See How You Remain Aloof Then
The surrounding disciples hadn’t expected such a genius to exist—learning it to perfection after seeing it just once. For a moment, they were endlessly astonished.
Ye Yu was angry at this sight, his facial expression becoming even more hideous than before.
Despite such embarrassment, he refused to give up, raising a cold sneer. “I naturally admire Junior Brother Wei’s talent, but I have yet to witness Junior Brother Guan’s flight.”
Guan Yuce didn’t understand why this person was making things difficult for him, and his heart was filled with gloom.
He was of the Demon Race. Unlike the Cultivation Race, the Demon Race did not “awaken” before the age of twenty, so before then, they learned things slower than others.
Therefore, even though Guan Yuce was only a few months away from turning twenty, learning was still somewhat strenuous for him, and he was confused by the flight technique just explained.
Hearing Ye Yu’s words, Wei Zixi stared at him with a sharp gaze. He hadn’t expected Ye Yu to be so persistent and capable of creating such trouble.
Seeming to sense his dissatisfaction, the sword at Wei Zixi’s waist gradually filled with spiritual power, looking aggressive and ready for battle.
However, this situation did not last long.
Just then, a pair of slender hands patted his shoulder soothingly. In an instant, all the negative emotions in Wei Zixi’s heart were completely extinguished.
“It turns out to be the Sect Leader. I did not know you were gracing us with your presence; do you have important matters to announce?” Mr. Wang asked upon seeing Ming Ji, who had appeared out of thin air.
The surrounding disciples only realized it then. Following the voice, they lowered their heads one by one and bowed with hands clasped: “Sect Leader.”
Strictly speaking, Ming Ji didn’t appear out of thin air. It was just that the tension between the few people was so palpable that everyone’s focus had converged there, making Ming Ji’s appearance seem exceptionally sudden.
“I came to take a look.” Ming Ji spoke softly. He retracted the palm that had just comforted his little disciple. That cold, dustless face showed no excessive expression, yet it still made others dare not look him in the eye.
“Master, you came,” Wei Zixi said. Originally staring gloomily at Ming Ji’s back, the moment Ming Ji turned around, he immediately switched to a well-behaved appearance.
“En.” Ming Ji responded lightly, then looked at Ye Yu, his voice cold and bone-piercing. “Are you dissatisfied with me, the Sect Leader?”
“Disciple dares not.” Ye Yu hid the resentment in his heart, lowering his head in a respectful manner.
“You feel that because Guan Yuce is of the Demon Race, he cannot fly like the Cultivation Race does now, correct?”
Seeing Ye Yu’s noncommittal appearance, Ming Ji spoke, “Guan Yuce, come here.”
Guan Yuce seemed surprised that Ming Ji would suddenly call him. He walked closer with some unease and responded, “Disciple is here.”
Ming Ji patted his shoulder, his eyes full of trust as he encouraged, “Show them your strength.”
“Me? Ah… okay.” Guan Yuce’s face suddenly turned red. He wanted to raise his eyes to look at Ming Ji but feared offending the immortal before him. In his momentary confusion, he could only feel the residual heat from the Immortal Venerable’s palm on his shoulder.
After all, having the banished immortal he thought of day and night suddenly appear in front of him would make anyone dizzy.
But… can I really succeed?
Guan Yuce hesitated in his heart, but not wanting to disappoint Ming Ji’s expectations, he recited the chant. His body, as if uncontrolled, actually rose into the air for flight.
Guan Yuce: !!! Could it be I really am a genius?
He was wild with joy at this moment. Naturally, when he retracted his spiritual power, he failed to notice the residual spiritual power Ming Ji withdrew from behind his back.
To be precise, most people hadn’t noticed, except…
Wei Zixi stared intently behind Ming Ji. After all, only he could see clearly from his angle.
Sourness filled his heart, and all sorts of messy thoughts arose.
Clearly, he was Ming Ji’s final disciple, yet the Master he held in his heart treated others so well, even expending spiritual power to help them out of a predicament.
Does he intend to accept others as disciples?
It had to be said that since Guan Yuce currently had no Master, it was reasonable for Wei Zixi to think this way.
He wasn’t the only one thinking this. Although the other disciples didn’t know that Guan Yuce’s flight was due to Ming Ji’s help, seeing Ming Ji’s attitude suggested he favored this disciple, and they all cast envious looks at him.
Guan Yuce didn’t understand why the disciples around him were looking at him so strangely.
The Demon Race had always been simple; he assumed the other disciples were just envious that he could fly.
Fortunately, he hadn’t lost face for the Immortal Venerable.
Ye Yu was so angry he could barely breathe. He hadn’t expected Guan Yuce to actually succeed. His hideous face was now as black as charcoal ink, and he nearly crushed his teeth from grinding them.
“Ye Yu.” Ming Ji looked at him calmly, that gaze giving Ye Yu the feeling that he was looking at a speck of dust.
“The sect rules clearly state that aside from sect martial competitions, one must not be disrespectful to fellow disciples at other times. You deliberately provoked a fellow disciple. According to the rules, go to the Cliff of Reflection for half a year.”
The Qingmeng Sect had always valued harmony among disciples, so Ming Ji punished this kind of behavior heavily.
“Sect Leader, my elder brother…”
Seeing his brother being punished, Ye Ming opened his mouth to plead for mercy, only to have Ming Ji look at him with a cold, severe gaze.
“Do you wish to keep him company?”
Ye Ming instantly dared not make a sound.
It was said that the Cliff of Reflection was unbearable. Aside from necessary class times, one had to stay there. Not only was it bitterly cold, but upon return, one would also suffer strange looks from others.
Ye Yu had offended many people; one didn’t need to think hard to know how many would ridicule him then.
Thinking of this, Ye Yu lowered his eyes, which were filled with rage.
However, he still remembered his uncle’s plan. Suppressing a belly full of grievances, he cursed secretly in his heart.
Ming Ji, you only rely on your strength to be so aloof.
If my uncle seizes the Sect Leader position and cripples your cultivation, wouldn’t you, the Ming Ji Immortal Venerable, be at anyone’s mercy to insult? Perhaps then you will even cry and beg me for mercy.
Thinking this, a malicious and chilling smile hung on Ye Yu’s lips.
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