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Chapter 429 Miaoyu'er's Scheme
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When Zhao Mengmeng's voice came from outside the hall, everyone was still arguing about the name of the organization.
"Master! Master!"
She ran into the main hall, her forehead beaded with sweat, her cheeks slightly flushed from running.
Three years have passed, and Zhao Mengmeng is now a Qi Refining stage cultivator, which makes her look even more energetic, and her long legs seem to have changed again.
Upon seeing her, Chen Anran asked, "You've emerged from seclusion?"
"Mmm!" Zhao Mengmeng nodded, but didn't have time to say more. She pointed towards the mountain gate, "Master, people are coming! They're...the Hehuan Sect!"
The hall fell silent instantly.
Master Tianbao's hand, which was stroking his beard, froze in mid-air. His expression was incredibly complex—a mixture of surprise, amusement, and a hint of something else entirely... schadenfreude.
"The Joyous Union Sect?" He coughed lightly, stroked his beard, and his small eyes darted around. "What are they doing here?"
Zhao Mengmeng pouted and said, "They said they came to pay their respects to their master. The one leading them was wearing red and was... fairly pretty. She said she was the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, named Miaoyu'er, and she brought seven or eight disciples, all of whom were waiting outside the mountain gate."
"Miaoyu'er?" Jiang Yan's small eyes narrowed, and his usual smile appeared on his chubby face, but there was a hint of deeper meaning in that smile. "She came quickly."
Qi Lan leaned against the window, her amber vertical pupils slightly narrowed, a faint smile playing on her lips. She didn't speak, only looked at Chen Anran, as if waiting for him to speak.
Feng Wenzheng pondered, "Master Chen, this sect leader of the Hehuan Sect was just settled at the foot of the mountain yesterday, yet he came up the mountain early this morning to request an audience. His intentions..."
He didn't finish speaking, but everyone present understood.
This is a bit too hasty.
"Let her in," Chen Anran said.
Zhao Mengmeng responded and ran out.
A moment later, footsteps came from outside the hall.
It wasn't one person, it was a group of people.
The woman at the head of the group wore a crimson dress that trailed on the ground, yet remained spotless. She was exceptionally beautiful, with a touch of languidness and a hint of allure in her eyes, and a perfectly timed smile playing on her lips. One glance was enough to make you want to look again, and once you looked again, you couldn't look away.
Behind her followed eight young women, each exceptionally beautiful, some pure, some alluring, some aloof, some charmingly naive, each with their own unique allure. They wore dresses of various colors and fine fabrics, their skirts swaying gently as they walked, their ornaments tinkling, and a fragrant breeze wafting through the air.
As the group entered the main hall, the once empty space was instantly filled with the warmth of spring, and even the air seemed to become more lively.
Master Tianbao's eyes widened for a moment, then he coughed dryly, looked away, and muttered, "Do not look at what is improper, do not look at what is improper..."
Jiang Yan was much more composed, a smile plastered on his chubby face. His small eyes swept over the group of female disciples before he looked away and continued rubbing his fingers.
The letter's face remained unchanged; he merely nodded slightly as a greeting.
Huiming clasped his hands together, lowered his eyelids, and remained motionless with his hands holding the prayer beads.
Qi Lan leaned against the window, her amber vertical pupils slowly slid over the group of female disciples, and the smile on her lips deepened—a smile that carried a hint of amusement, a hint of scrutiny, and a hint of... vigilance that she herself was unaware of.
Miao Yu'er stood in the center of the hall, her gaze slowly sweeping across the faces of everyone present, finally landing on the person in the main seat.
The man was dressed in dark cloth, had short hair, and sat there. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation around him, yet it made her heart skip a beat.
It's not fear.
It's... a feeling I can't quite describe.
She had lived for over a thousand years and had seen countless cultivators. Nascent Soul stage old monsters, Golden Core stage geniuses, Foundation Establishment stage rising stars. Each of them possessed their own aura; some were sharp as a knife, some were as solid as a mountain, and some were as ethereal as clouds.
But the person in front of me has no aura at all.
Miao Yu'er stood in the center of the hall, gazing at the young man in dark cloth sitting in the main seat, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts.
She had been the sect leader of the Joyful Union Sect for over eight hundred years and had seen countless men. Some were infatuated with her, some were wary and suspicious of her, some pretended to be righteous and aloof, and some were outwardly respectable but inwardly more lustful than anyone else. She could see through a person seven or eight parts of their nature with just one glance.
But she couldn't see through the person in front of her.
Those eyes were so calm. She stood right in front of him, being looked at like that, yet she couldn't sense any emotion from them.
There was no appreciation, no scrutiny, no vigilance, and no desire.
It's like looking at a stone.
No, that's not right.
At least a stone evokes thoughts like "this stone is hard" or "this stone has a nice color." But this person's gaze lacked even that.
He just watched.
Miao Yu'er's heart sank, but the smile on her face did not diminish in the slightest.
"Miaoyu'er of the Hehuan Sect, along with her disciples, paid homage to Master Chen."
She curtsied, her graceful figure causing her skirt to spread out on the ground like a blooming crimson flower. The eight female disciples behind her also curtsied in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized and their postures as beautiful as if they had rehearsed a thousand times.
The hall fell silent for a moment.
Miao Yu'er maintained her bowing posture, her smile unwavering. The female disciples behind her also dared not move, simply maintaining that graceful yet strained posture, some of them already trembling slightly.
Master Tianbao coughed, wanting to say something to ease the atmosphere, but was silenced by a glare from Qi Lan.
"Get up," Chen Anran finally said.
Miao Yu'er straightened up, her smile deepening. She raised her head and looked directly at Chen Anran, her misty eyes filled with just the right amount of admiration and awe.
"Master Chen's power is renowned far and wide, and Miaoyu has long admired him. Having witnessed his divine might yesterday, she is even more convinced of his might. Today, I have ventured to the mountain because..."
"What are you thinking about?"
Miao Yu'er paused slightly, then smiled, a smile that carried three parts coquettishness and seven parts frankness: "Master Chen is a wise man, and Miao Yu'er will not beat around the bush. The Hehuan Sect is willing to sincerely submit, and from now on, we will obey Master Chen's orders."
As she spoke, she stepped aside, revealing the eight female disciples behind her.
"These are the most outstanding disciples of my Hehuan Sect this generation. Each of them is at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, and their appearance, aptitude, and character are all top-notch. If True Person Chen doesn't mind, you can keep them by your side to serve you. They can serve tea and water, sweep the courtyard, or do anything else."
The eight female disciples all raised their heads, staring intently at Chen Anran, some shy and timid, some bold and direct, some gentle as water, and some aloof as frost.
"Serving tea and water, sweeping the courtyard?"
Miao Yu'er nodded with a smile: "That's right. Master Chen is renowned far and wide, so he must have a few people serving him. Although these children are clumsy, they are obedient and well-behaved. Whatever Master Chen asks them to do, they do it without saying a word or causing any trouble."
She paused, glancing almost imperceptibly at Qi Lan before quickly looking away.
"Of course, if Master Chen doesn't think much of them, then it's their misfortune. Miaoyu only asks to stay at the foot of Yunyin Mountain, even if she has to be a lowly maid sweeping the courtyard, she would be willing to do so."
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