Mo Chuan followed Meng Le, step by step, into the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
It was truly hard to believe that in such a technologically advanced place, an area reminiscent of immortal hero novels could exist.
The sword pavilions and scripture halls on both sides were of ancient design, primarily wood, enhanced with jade, blue tiles, and red lacquer. The layered buildings were built along the mountainside, connected by long bridges spanning across peaks.
The sect disciples here were also clad in ancient Hanfu robes. Male disciples wore blue robes and sashes, with wooden pins to tie their hair; female disciples primarily wore white robes, but also other colors such as watery green, bamboo green, peach red, and goose yellow, all with jade pins to secure their hair.
Meng Le led Mo Chuan deeper into the sect. The disciples they passed all cast peculiar glances at Mo Chuan and Meng Le.
Curiosity, mockery, surprise, and disdain were among them.
After walking for about ten minutes, Meng Le arrived at a secluded courtyard. He reached out and tapped the jade on the courtyard gate, shouting inside, "Junior Sister Mo, someone is looking for you!"
Footsteps sounded from within, but the person who opened the door was a man. He glanced at Meng Le and Mo Chuan and said, "Mo Fei is busy. If you're delivering something, leave it with me, and I'll pass it to her when she's done."
Mo Chuan frowned upon hearing this. "I'm here to see my sister. Even if she's busy, who are you? What right do you have to turn us away?"
The man appraised Mo Chuan, seeing he was an ordinary person, not dressed in fine clothes, nor possessing any special abilities or cultivation. He sneered, "I am a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. You're not an ability user, nor do you understand swordsmanship cultivation. If I say you can't enter, you can't enter. It doesn't matter if you're her father. Give me the item and leave the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."
Mo Chuan glanced at Meng Le, seeing his bewildered expression, and spoke coldly, "The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is the foremost sword sect in the Dragon Country. Is this the attitude with which your disciples greet guests?"
The man chuckled upon hearing this, walked out of the courtyard, and closed the door. With a mocking expression, he approached Mo Chuan and said, "I simply won't let you in. What can you do to me?"
"Senior Brother... you doing this..." Meng Le couldn't stand it any longer and started to speak, but was interrupted by a fierce shout from the man, "What are you? Don't you even understand the sect's rules? You have no right to speak here!"
Mo Chuan took a deep breath and slowly said, "One last time, are you not letting me in?"
"Hehehe..." The man reached out to grab the bag in Mo Chuan's hand.
"As clouds rise, the sun descends behind the pavilion; the mountain rain approaches, and the wind fills the tower."
...
In the back courtyard.
Mo Fei looked at the three female disciples before her with a cold expression, remaining silent.
The four women sat around the stone round table in the courtyard. The beautiful woman sitting opposite Mo Fei was playing with her fingernails as she spoke, "From today onwards, I don't want you appearing before Senior Brother Meng Le, do you understand?"
Without waiting for Mo Fei's reply, the woman continued, "Meng Le Senior Brother is muddle-headed every day, likely because seductive vixens like you have bewitched him. So, how about this: for the next three months, your inner disciple support will be revoked, and I'll also carve a sword mark on your face. Then Senior Brother Meng Le should no longer have any thoughts about you."
Saying this, the woman waved her hand, and the two slightly older female disciples immediately drew their long swords, intending to suppress Mo Fei.
Mo Fei was not one to be bullied. Without a word, she drew her Shadow Fiend, unleashing sword energy to resist the two. However, as soon as Mo Fei began to circulate her spiritual energy, she was suppressed by an unknown force, rendering her immobile.
Watching the sword blades drawing nearer, Mo Fei's eyes darkened. She had no choice but to block the attack by holding her sword horizontally in front of her chest.
Clang!
After Mo Fei took the blow head-on, her body was immediately sent flying towards a pillar by the corridor.
"Cough... cough..." Mo Fei propped herself up with her sword, slowly standing up.
"As expected, a demonic cultivator. This Five Elements Demon Sealing Array doesn't have much effect on normal people, but it hits the vital points of demonic fiends like you."
The woman sat on the stone stool, fiddling with a piece of jade. She continued, "Moreover, this array can also isolate internal sounds. Outsiders cannot hear inside, but insiders can hear outside. You can forget about escaping."
Mo Fei's eyes followed her words as she scanned her surroundings. Finally, under the sun's reflection, she saw a thin, glass-like sheet, which she presumed was the barrier.
But... who set up the array...
Mo Fei's mind immediately found the answer – Wang Xiao, the senior brother of her neighbor, and he was the one who brought these three crazy women in.
At this moment, she had to subdue these people first. Mo Fei frowned and shouted, "Are you not afraid of being punished by the Sect Master when he returns for acting like this?!"
The woman was stunned upon hearing this and then burst into laughter, as if she had heard a very amusing joke.
A few moments later, the woman wiped her tears and said to Mo Fei, "You're just a demonic cultivator. If not for the Sect Master's benevolence, you would still have the qualification to cultivate here?"
"Save it. Demonic cultivators like you, with no background and no strength, can only rely on your looks to get by," the woman said as she stood up and slowly walked towards Mo Fei. "Oh, and by the way, you're about to be disfigured, so you might as well starve to death."
Upon hearing this, the demonic energy on Mo Fei's body began to go out of control, gradually seeping from her skin.
Just as the woman was about to give the order to attack, a commotion suddenly arose from the front courtyard. The woman frowned slightly and said to a female disciple, "Go see what's happening out front."
The female disciple nodded and walked to the door. Just as her hand touched the bolt, her expression suddenly changed. With a loud bang, a figure burst out from behind the door, smashing into the female disciple and carrying her towards the wall.
Boom—
As the dust settled, the wall had cracked like a spiderweb. Wang Xiao lay on the ground, bruised and unconscious. The female disciple pinned beneath him also immediately lost consciousness.
The woman's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at everything, as if questioning whether what she saw was real.
Mo Fei instinctively looked towards the "door" leading to the front courtyard and saw the figure she had been longing for day and night.
"Brother!"
Mo Fei slammed the still-bewildered female disciple aside and rushed towards Mo Chuan in three quick steps.
Meng Le had been unable to restrain himself earlier and directly summoned his flying sword to cripple the snobbish man. Just as he was about to finish him off, he saw Mo Fei running over and mistakenly assumed she had come to thank him, so he immediately opened his arms.
To his surprise, Mo Fei completely bypassed Meng Le and threw herself into Mo Chuan's arms.
Snowflakes flutter, the north wind howls~
Suddenly sitting up in the throes of death, the clown was myself.
Meng Le froze on the spot.