Chapter 196

Chapter 196: Crippling Sword Sect Disciples

Meng Yi Fei replied quickly.

When Yan Zhong He read the letter, a mocking smile lifted the corner of his mouth. In his eyes, Meng Yi Fei was cautious if you said it nicely, and timid if you did not. He had always looked down on Meng Yi Fei’s methods. He did not expect him to show a bit of courage this time.

Too bad.

Meng Yi Fei finally dared to be bold, but the result would only be this: the younger generation of Sword Sect would be pushed into an abyss. If Meng Yi Fei had refused, at worst those Sword Sect disciples would be laughed at for a while.

But he accepted.

Then he could not be blamed for letting those poor Sword Sect disciples learn what a true genius looked like.

Yan Zhong He called in his three disciples.

His First Disciple: Ren Gu.

His Second Disciple: Wu Ling Chuan.

His Third Disciple: Cong Xin.

When the three arrived, Ye Zhao Zhao also came along for some reason.

The moment Yan Zhong He saw his lost-and-found daughter, his eyes softened with affection. Once, he and the loose cultivator Fang Ling fell in love and promised their lives to each other. But Fang Ling’s talent was too poor, and the sect refused to let them become Dao Companions. The future Sect Master of Tyrant Blade Sect could not have such an unpresentable Dao Companion. Yan Zhong He had to part from her for a while.

He never expected that, back then, Fang Ling was already pregnant with a daughter.

Only recently, when Fang Ling was gravely injured and near death, did she send a token to Tyrant Blade Sect.

After receiving it, Yan Zhong He set out at once to find Fang Qing Yu. She was not at the agreed place, for reasons unknown. Luckily, blood ties guided him, and he found Qing Yu within the sea of people.

When he left Fang Ling, he did feel guilty. But that guilt could not compare with his Sect Master’s seat or his bright future. So although he felt sorry, he never regretted it.

Now things were different.

He was no longer a common steward. He was a Sect Master, and he had found a secret art for the sect that helped the younger generation rise fast. He now held real power.

Since that was so, he had the capital to make up for that small regret.

Fang Ling was dead, so he turned that guilt into deep care for Fang Qing Yu. Cultivators gather many devil demons, and Tribulation Crossing becomes harder. Being good to Fang Qing Yu could also ease one of his own devil demons.

Looking at Ye Zhao Zhao, he smiled kindly as he asked: “Qing Yu, what brings you here?”

Ye Zhao Zhao gave a sweet, obedient smile and said: “Father, I just missed you.”

Yan Zhong He’s face relaxed with a warm, satisfied look. He was glad he had found Qing Yu again. This child was thoughtful and sensible. In only a few days, she had lifted his mood many times.

He said with a pleased nod: “Good timing. Lin Qing Ling of Sword Sect bullied you so much. This time, I will personally get justice for you.”

Thinking of Fang Qing Yu’s miserable state that day, a cold light flashed in his eyes. His daughter was not someone others could bully so easily. Sword Sect had always been a target he needed to suppress. Now that he had the reason of avenging Fang Qing Yu, even if he acted a bit rashly, it would be understandable. [From this angle, she really is my lucky star.]

Ye Zhao Zhao’s eyes flickered as she said with careful worry: “Father, Lin Qing Ling is an Integration Stage expert, and Sword Sect is one of the Six Great Sects. Provoking Sword Sect may not be good for us. I am fine now. Please don’t stay angry over what happened.”

Her sensible words made Yan Zhong He even more pleased. [Such a considerate child, it makes my heart ache with pride.]

To ease her mind, he gave a cold snort and said with scorn: “What is Sword Sect as a so-called Six Great Sect? If the Grand Sect Assembly did not happen only once every fifty years, my Tyrant Blade Sect would have already knocked Sword Sect out of the Six Sects. Do not worry. This time there will be no high-level battle, only disciple against disciple. If their disciples are useless and get crushed by your senior brothers, that is their own problem.”

He turned to his three disciples.

“This trip to Sword Sect, I will bring only you three. Ren Gu, you are already at Divine Transformation Mid Stage. Your one task is to cripple Jiang Rong Yi and Luo Ming Yue.”

Loud and brash, Ren Gu answered without hesitation: “Master, be at ease, I will make sure they never dare raise their heads before Tyrant Blade Sect disciples again!”

Yan Zhong He smiled with satisfaction: “Good. With your strength, I believe you can do it.”

Then he looked at Wu Ling Chuan. Sweeping him with his divine sense, he frowned: “Ling Chuan, what have you been doing these past months? Why has your cultivation fallen instead of risen?”

Wu Ling Chuan’s face turned a bit pale, and his eyes were lost as he said: “Disciple does not know.”

“What is with you now!” Yan Zhong He could not help raising his voice: “I always thought you were the one who needed the least worry. Of my three disciples, you were the one who put me most at ease. But after Qing Yu returned, you have disappointed me more and more.”

“Qing Yu suffered so much outside. I told you to take extra care of her. Was that wrong? Instead of protecting her, you let her fall into the cold pool and get badly hurt. If not for her good fortune, since her old wounds were not fully healed, that fall might have cost her life!”

He scolded harshly. He did not understand. What had happened to the once most considerate Second Disciple?

Wu Ling Chuan’s face went white. He was about to defend himself when Ye Zhao Zhao quickly said in a soft voice: “Father, please don’t blame Second Senior Brother. My fall into the cold pool was really a misunderstanding. My foot slipped. It was my own fault.”

“You still speak for him.” Yan Zhong He sighed with helpless anger and said: “Your Third Senior Brother saw it with his own eyes. He pushed you in.”

“No, he didn’t,” Ye Zhao Zhao said at once. “I begged Second Senior Brother to teach me a set of fists. I lost my footing and fell. Father, please, do not blame him. He used to be your most favored disciple. After I came back, you gave half your affection to me. Second Senior Brother must feel bad in his heart.”

“That is still no reason to hurt you,” Yan Zhong He said coldly to Wu Ling Chuan. “Look. Even now, Qing Yu is covering for you, and what have you done?”

Wu Ling Chuan fell into silence.

[What she says is true. That day, she suddenly asked me to run through a fist form. I did it, and somehow I bumped her and she slipped into the cold pool. But why does the way she tells it sound so strange?]