Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Even If She Regains Her Feelings, She Will Not Change

The faces of the Flying Cloud group grew darker. They were elites of the Cultivation World. They lacked nothing. Yet here Shen Sang Ruo had mocked them like beggars.

Shen Dao Chen stared at her coldly, as if to burn a hole through her: “Is that how you speak to me, you unfilial thing?”

Shen Sang Ruo raised a brow and looked straight at him: “Unfilial? May I ask, what are you to me, Sect Master Shen?”

He had once agreed, firmly, to sever their tie as father and daughter. With her attitude now, how could he admit he was her father again? With things this bad, he would never bow his head.

Shen Dao Chen choked on his words, then snorted: “Do not forget your identity.”

How could she forget? She was very clear about who she was now.

She said with a hint of impatience: “If Sect Master Shen and your people still will not enter, I will not keep you company. The ceremony is about to begin.” She still had to go bow to Immortal Lord Chang Li.

Shen Dao Chen was furious yet again, face gloomy as he weighed his options. The best plan was to persuade Shen Sang Ruo and take her back. But seeing her like this only fed his anger. He could not talk to her calmly at all.

Master Ling Xiao spoke first, short and cold: “We will attend then,” and he walked straight to the gate of Ninghua Sect.

Shen Dao Chen ground his teeth. Fine, attend. If they could take Shen Sang Ruo away later, who would be embarrassed in the end was still unclear. He told the people behind him: “Move.”

Daoist Wu Wei blocked him with a grin and said: “Please show your invitation, Sect Master Shen.”

Shen Dao Chen kept his face calm and clenched his fist in secret: “Ninghua Sect sent the invitations themselves. Do you not remember who you gave them to?” He had already crushed his invitation into a ball. How could he take it out now?

Daoist Wu Wei went along cheerfully: “What can I say, I am old and cannot remember unimportant things.”

Anger flushed across Shen Dao Chen’s face. If not for Shen Sang Ruo, he would never attend such a ceremony. A mere Ninghua Sect was hardly worth his gaze. Now it looked like he was the one chasing to attach himself to Ninghua Sect.

Daoist Wu Wei added with a smile that begged for a beating: “It is only an invitation. What are you dodging, Sect Master Shen? If you do not show it, how can you prove you are Flying Cloud Sect and not White Cloud Sect or Black Cloud Sect? Am I right, Sect Master Shen?”

Shen Dao Chen fought down the urge to hit him, took a deep breath, and tossed the crushed ball in his hand at Daoist Wu Wei: “Your invitation.”

Daoist Wu Wei flipped his hand and bounced it back, saying: “I asked for an invitation. Why did you give me a ball, Sect Master Shen?”

Veins throbbed at Shen Dao Chen’s temples. In the end he had to smooth the wrinkled invitation and hand it over before they were let in.

Shen Sang Ruo quietly gave Daoist Wu Wei a thumbs up. The little old man was savage. After this was settled, she left first to prepare for the ceremony.

Inside Ninghua Sect, Shen Dao Chen kept a straight face and looked around with open disdain. But as he walked, his pride faded.

Ninghua Sect was far better than he had thought, not worse than Flying Cloud at all.

He did not see the scene he wanted, where Ninghua Sect recruited too many at once, failed to manage them, and tripped over its own feet.

The sect ran in perfect order, on par with Flying Cloud, even though these people had only joined for a few months.

And this was after the sabotage he had tried. Clearly, it had done nothing.

Angry all the way, they reached the grand hall before they realized it.

Even the experienced Shen Dao Chen and Master Ling Xiao paused at the sight before them.

The grandeur made it seem as if Ninghua Sect had emptied its coffers and would have nothing left for tomorrow.

Was Shen Sang Ruo really worth all this?

Their faces turned colder. Worth or not had nothing to do with Ninghua Sect anyway. She was not one of their disciples, so why make such a fuss? Their mood soured even more.

Flying Cloud Sect was the last to arrive. Once seated, the ceremony was about to begin.

Shen Sang Ruo gathered with Ye Huai and the others.

Su Xi Yu whispered, leaning on Shen Sang Ruo’s shoulder: “They are stubborn. One look and you can tell they are up to no good.”

Song Wei Yan leaned on her other shoulder and said: “If they knew Junior Sister’s feelings toward them had been extracted, I wonder if they would still cling like this.”

Bai Ruo An rested his head on hers and said: “I think even if they knew, they would try every way to get those feelings back.”

Ye Huai looked at the strange pile of four and fell into thought, then said: “Should I join you too?” [Looks like there is no more room on Junior Sister to lean on.]

[Do not crush me, please,] thought the “overloaded” Shen Sang Ruo.

She pretended to strain and said: “Senior Brother, Senior Sister, if you press any harder, your Junior Sister might die a little.” The three finally pulled their hands back.

Someone muttered with worry: “I do not know if the Sect Master’s Emotion-Severing Method is reliable.”

Shen Sang Ruo said firmly: “Even if those feelings can be found again, my attitude will not change. I will have nothing more to do with them.” She had already seen through it and given up while in the Confinement Chamber. Severing Emotions was only a support method. Daoist Wu Wei had said before that what was extracted was mostly her obsessions. After all she had been through, she had already let go.

Her Senior Brothers and Senior Sister had been a little worried, but after hearing her, they finally relaxed. They believed her.

Ye Huai reminded her: “The ceremony is starting, Junior Sister. Go.”

With everything ready in the hall, she nodded and stepped onto the dais.

She knew the steps of the apprenticeship ritual well. This would be her third time taking a master, and the most grand.

When she reached the viewing area where Flying Cloud sat, she felt two gazes, one of them very strong.

A faint leak of Spiritual Pressure from that person burned with anger and clear displeasure.

She knew this was Master Ling Xiao’s usual way of warning.

But what did it have to do with her? She was no longer his Disciple.

So she ignored the stares and walked straight toward Immortal Lord Chang Li, who sat upright above.

Hidden in his sleeve, Master Ling Xiao’s hand clenched tight. He narrowed his eyes at her, and danger thickened in the air.