All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 514 304: Sword Sect, Am I, Su Bei, Enough?_1

Dan Wuque had already come to a rough understanding of the origin of this conflict.
However, considering the Sword Sect had the moral high ground from the beginning, with so many onlookers, it was impossible for her to back down.
"Elder Ling, please control the disciples of Wuhua Palace; their behavior is akin to that of street thugs and ruffians, bringing shame upon themselves!"
Dan Wuque took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, and her body shimmered with Spiritual Energy, resisting the oppressive aura emanating from Ling Zhan on behalf of the Sword Sect disciples behind her.
Ling Zhan surveyed the surroundings, standing there as if merging with heaven and earth, in inexplicable harmony.
Then, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth, he spoke languidly,
"Miss Dan, your words are quite pleasant to hear, but I beg to differ. I think it's your Sword Sect that ought to show restraint."
"What? Just because you lucked out and gained a good ranking in the Sacred Land, do you really think the strength and foundation of your sect have improved that significantly?"
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He paused mid-sentence, glancing at the Sword Sect disciples who stood with lowered heads in silence. Then, with a casual laugh, he continued,
"Moreover, are these the Sword Sect disciples that you, Miss Dan, are so determined to protect, even at the cost of tearing apart relations with Wuhua Palace?"
"From their looks, they don't seem grateful for your favor."
"Is it worth it to go to such lengths for such a group of useless things?"
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Upon hearing Ling Zhan's words, a surge of anger flared in the eyes of the Sword Sect disciples.
Clenching their fists tightly, they raised their heads to face Ling Zhan, but as they locked eyes with him, their entire beings seemed to plummet into an icy abyss, as if their souls were being torn apart, stopping them in their tracks, petrified.
Witnessing the scene before him, Ling Zhan smiled tauntingly and said,
"TSK, TSK, TSK. Ever since the Sword Sect lost the words 'Under Heaven' from its name, its entire backbone seems to have been ripped out."
"If Shangguan Bie Li were alive to see this group of disciples devoid of a sword cultivator's pride, I wonder what he'd think?"
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Ling Zhan, with narrowed eyes, observed the Sword Sect disciples before him, his voice flat, as if merely stating a very ordinary matter,
"I still seem to remember the words carved on the Han Baiyu Sword Gate long ago: 'A Swordsman must act even when they know it is impossible.'"
"The eight hundred Sword Immortals interred in the Yellow Springs, the eight hundred Sword Tombs within the Sword Sect... If your sect's heroic predecessors knew their descendants were such cowards…"
"If you feel no shame, then I, this Elder, feel ashamed for you!"
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As his words fell, he gave a forceful flick of his sleeve. BOOM—
A mighty current of air whooshed past.
Dan Wuque's face turned deathly pale. Biting her lip, she struggled to remain standing, her eyes filled with defiance as she stared at the man before her.
Her hair, disheveled by the raging winds, framed a pair of lucid, glass-like eyes, now hazed with a touch of confusion.
Her cherry-red lips parted slightly as she desperately tried to defend the Sword Sect,
"No... not at all! You're spouting nonsense!"
"The Sword Sect disciples are nothing like you describe."
"You're muddling right and wrong, ranting and raving, when clearly it is Wuhua Palace that was in the wrong from the start. You are being utterly unreasonable!"
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This dispute quickly attracted the attention of all the cultivators in South Capital City, evidently becoming the most eye-catching event in all of South City.
The Sword Sect and Wuhua Palace were both super sects with formidable strength, harboring deep-seated grudges against each other. Now that a clash had arisen here, it was sure to be an interesting spectacle to witness.
Not far from this area stood a pavilion. On its upper level, two figures were gazing in the direction of the commotion.
A man and a woman. The most eye-catching of the two was, naturally, the woman. Though she wore a red veil, those eyes that seemed to peer into one's very soul held a coquettish charm, tantalizing and alluring.
Her eyebrows were naturally dark, her skin fair and smooth as fine cream without any powder. She wore a bright red silk gauze skirt; this dark, elegant garment was slit slightly to just above her knees, revealing glimpses of her well-proportioned, jade-like legs.
A gentle breeze blew in, lifting the thin veil from Yu Hongxiu's face—revealing a beauty that could topple nations!
The two were Yu Hongxiu, the Sect Master of the Star Moon Sect, and Tong Xiu, an Elder of the Dao Sect.
"Headmistress Yu, you're just going to watch?" the middle-aged man asked, opening his eyes and speaking indifferently.
CHUCKLE.
Yu Hongxiu covered her mouth, laughing softly. She swayed her mature, voluptuous figure before seating herself firmly at the table, poured a cup of tea, and said in a gentle voice,
"Elder Tong, what, do you want to lend a hand to the Sword Sect?"
Elder Tong, with his eyes still closed, snorted coldly and said,
"HUMPH! I simply cannot stand the people from Wuhua Palace; they are still as arrogant as ever."
"Headmistress Yu, if you don't intervene, Miss Dan will likely end up seriously injured. Wuhua Palace's people have been plotting against the Sword Sect for a long time…"
Yu Hongxiu's red lips parted gently, her enchanting eyes gazing faintly at the distant turmoil. She pursed her crimson lips, alluring as ripe fruit, and said in a playful tone,
"Just wait a little longer…"
"Perhaps, someone will come."
Elder Tong frowned, looking at her with a puzzled expression.
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Mingling within the dense crowd of onlookers, an inconspicuous young beggar observed the scene. He then turned to the old beggar with a puzzled expression and asked,
"Old Hua, it's clear that Wuhua Palace was the one who started this, yet now it seems like it's being twisted into a problem caused by the Sword Sect?"
"I don't understand."
Old Hua shook his head and sat down right where he was. He patted the empty space beside him, motioning for the boy to sit, then said leisurely,
"This is precisely the cleverness of that Wuhua Palace Elder. He casually brushes aside his own faults and, with just a few words, shifts the topic to put himself in an advantageous position."