Chapter 300

Chapter 300: A Childlike Heart

Li Li tugged at Li Shuang’s sleeve, her voice full of grievance as she wrinkled her nose: “Sister Li Shuang, it’s so smelly here, so, so smelly. It stinks just like that big villain Ye Zhao Zhao.”

Li Shuang soothed her with a touch of spiritual sense, then sent Li Li into the Sword Spirit Space to sleep for a while.

Only then did she raise her guard and look around.

Ever since she trained in the Supreme Emotionless Art, her five senses had become extremely sharp.

In fact, she often noticed all kinds of gazes.

Some carried a hint of malice.

But that malice was mild, usually just a little jealousy.

That kind of malice never bothered her much. [If no one envies you, you are probably ordinary.] People might think it, yet almost no one would actually act on it.

But this place was different.

Here, malice poured in from all directions like a rising tide.

Li Shuang felt as if she were wrapped in an ocean of hostility.

Only from a few people like Ye Zhao Zhao had she felt such heavy malice before.

Yet now, almost everyone around held this feeling toward her.

She glanced quickly around the teahouse.

Quite a few cultivators sat drinking tea and chatting.

Their eyes were not on her at all. Instead, they stared ahead with dazed, pleased expressions.

She did not know any of them.

Still, they gave off an unexplainable hatred for her. Why?

Luo Ming Yue tugged her to a seat with a cheerful smile: “Little Shuang, come sit and have some tea. The Flowing Moon Sect disciples will be out soon.”

Pushing down the discomfort in her chest, Li Shuang slowly sat.

In this teahouse, aside from Luo Ming Yue, everyone carried strong malice toward her.

For a moment she felt dazed. [Could my Supreme Emotionless Art be wrong?]

If not, then the Flowing Moon Sect had a problem, a big one.

Since her First Senior Sister said the Flowing Moon Sect disciples would soon appear, Li Shuang decided to wait and watch.

She ordered a pot of tea and a plate of dried fruits.

When the server left, a high platform slowly rose at the back of the teahouse.

Several stunning men and women appeared on the stage.

Luo Ming Yue’s eyes lit with joy as she whispered: “Flowing Moon Sect. Those are Flowing Moon Sect disciples.”

Li Shuang observed coolly.

The disciples of Flowing Moon Sect were indeed beautiful. Not only that, whether male or female, every glance and every smile carried a strange charm that made people feel a quick liking for them.

Then again, the Flowing Moon Sect had passed the audit to take part in the sect tournament. The Upper Six Sects had many experts. If there were a serious problem, would none of them see it?

[Maybe I am overthinking it.]

Just then, the Soul Lotus in her sea of consciousness flickered. Her expression changed at once. [Damn. What is going on?]

Even under such heavy malice, she had been fully alert toward the Flowing Moon Sect. Yet the moment she saw these disciples, she actually started doubting her own judgment.

[This is not normal.]

These Flowing Moon Sect disciples could influence hearts without people noticing. It did not feel like a spell. It felt more like a natural talent.

On stage, some disciples played the zither, some the flute, while others danced. A performance began.

It was very good.

The teahouse filled with cries of praise.

Li Shuang swept a quick look around.

The cultivators were all intoxicated, clearly lost in the show.

She looked over at Luo Ming Yue.

Luo Ming Yue clapped with gusto and called out: “Good!” Her eyes, however, stayed clear. Her mind was not affected.

So out of everyone here, only Luo Ming Yue had no malice toward Li Shuang. This was not just because she was her First Senior Sister. It was also because this “talent” of the Flowing Moon Sect seemed unable to truly sway Luo Ming Yue.

A trace of understanding flashed through Li Shuang’s heart. [So that is it.]

By raw talent, Luo Ming Yue was not the strongest.

But she had something rare: a childlike, pure heart.

Back then, when the Parasitic Devilspawn tried to bind to Luo Ming Yue, it was instantly repelled.

That was likely because Luo Ming Yue’s heart was too clear to allow any filth.

Now, everyone else in the teahouse had stirred up other feelings.

Like desire.

And greed.

But Luo Ming Yue?

She enjoyed song and dance as pure appreciation, without even a sliver of other thoughts.

Even the strongest talent had no way to shake a truly childlike heart.

Luo Ming Yue leaned close as she clapped and asked in confusion: “Little Shuang, you do not like this?”

Li Shuang let a faint smile touch her lips: “I do. I just do not show much on my face.”

Luo Ming Yue believed her and put an arm around her shoulder: “You should smile more.”

Li Shuang only kept that slight smile.

Then Luo Ming Yue said: “If you are not that interested, let us go look around somewhere else.”

She stood up at once.

On the stage, several Flowing Moon Sect disciples glanced toward Luo Ming Yue.

Their expressions changed a bit.

Luo Ming Yue again.

It was her again.

This annoying woman came every day, yet they could not draw the slightest “benefit” from her.

There were other cultivators who did not get infected.

However, those people did not care for the show and would not come back next time.

Luo Ming Yue, though?

She came every time, day after day, and shouted her praise loudest of all.

Yet she never once fell under their influence.

Before, even if she gave them nothing, she would at least sit to the end.

And now?

She meant to leave halfway.

Was she trying to ruin the Flowing Moon Sect’s reputation?

The performers traded looks.

The music stopped.

The dance ceased.

All the cultivators were jolted out of their trance.

That sudden break felt awful.

People around the room grew sullen.

What was going on?

This was the first time the Flowing Moon Sect disciples had halted a show midway.

Luo Ming Yue did not sense anything wrong. Holding Li Shuang’s hand, she headed for the door.

Just as they were about to leave, a gentle voice sounded: “Daoist Friends, please wait.”

Luo Ming Yue did not want to stop, but the teahouse door closed by itself.

She frowned and turned back, puzzled: “What is it?”

She had not forgotten to pay.

The leading woman from the Flowing Moon Sect smiled softly and asked: “Daoist Friend, was there a problem with our performance? Why did you leave in the middle?”

She looked as if she truly wanted an answer.

At once, many cultivators in the teahouse turned to stare with displeasure.

Such a good show, and someone wanted to leave early?

So this performance was cut off because of these two women?