Chapter 291: This is War

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Under the flurry of questions from the girls, Yan Que didn't know where to begin answering. Even Xiao Ju was startled by their behavior.

Xiao Ju was frightened, so Yan Que quickly picked her up, afraid that Xiao Ju would attack them. She reassured "Don't be afraid, Xiao Ju. These sisters are all good people and won't hurt you."

"Its name is Xiao Ju, my friend." Yan Que introduced to them.

"I became like this because I absorbed spirit rings and tempered my body with spirit power." Yan Que recalled the explanation her Master had given her and relayed it to the others.

"Absorbed Spirit rings? Little sister, have you broken through to become a Spirit Grandmaster?" Mi Lanlan understood the implication and exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes." Yan Que nodded.

The attention of the girls shifted from Yan Que's transformation and Xiao Ju's appearance to Yan Que's breakthrough.

They were all members of the Red Sakura, and naturally knew about Yan Que's spirit power. Just two months ago, Yan Que was only a 17th-level spirit power, so how did she manage to break through to become a Spirit Grandmaster in such a short period of time?

Although Yan Que was the most talented among them, this was still unbelievable.

Yan Que casually came up with an excuse to deflect the question. The matter about the Immortal Herb was too miraculous for her to explain.

The girls didn't press further; after all, Yan Que's Master was Elder Sword Douluo of the sect. The means of a Titled Douluo were not something their small Spirit Master selves could comprehend.

"By the way, what's so important today that everyone has been called for a meeting?" Yan Que couldn't help but ask.

Mi Lanlan shook her head and said "I don't know. Let's wait for Hong Jie to arrive and hear what she has to say."

So, the girls sat in their seats, chatting and stroking Xiao Ju, waiting for the arrival of the others.

After half an hour, all the members of the Red Sakura had gathered together.

The members of the Red Sakura were all Battle Spirit Masters. Among the Battle Spirit Masters in the sect, female Spirit Masters only accounted for a third of the total. And among the female Spirit Masters in the White, Yellow, Purple and Black Lists, the numbers were even fewer.

There were only about a dozen members in the Red Sakura.

Although the official members of the Red Sakura were few, their prestige among the female Spirit Masters in the sect was very strong, almost everyone would heed their call.

And the founder of the Red Sakura was the strongest individual among the younger generation in the sect, also the number one on the Black Spirit List.

The strongest person was their Red Sakura organization's President. In this environment where female Spirit Masters were at a disadvantage, being led by a female Spirit Master was their proudest accomplishment.

Except for the president who hadn't arrived yet, all the members of the Red Sakura sat in the meeting room, waiting for her to take her seat.

After a few minutes, footsteps echoed, and everyone looked toward the sound, seeing the president stride in.

When Hong Jie arrived at the main seat of the meeting table, she placed her hands on the table and scanned the members of the organization with a solemn expression, saying "Today, I called everyone here for an emergency meeting regarding a very important matter. I hope my sisters will take it seriously. Remember, this is not a joke, this is a war!"

Upon hearing Hong Jie's words, everyone became serious. It was the first time they had seen such a serious and earnest expression on their president's face.

Except for Ye Zi who was sitting on Hong Jie's right.

"Hey? Who is this girl? Is she our new member of the Red Sakura?" Hong Jie's gaze fell on Yan Que, and she couldn't help but pause for a moment, then tilted her head in confusion and asked.

The originally solemn atmosphere suddenly became a bit more cheerful.

So she is the president? Aren't all the members who join the Red Sakura approved by her?

Ye Zi rolled her eyes beside her, secretly mocking in her heart.

"Um, I'm Yan Que?" Yan Que said.

"Yan Que?"

Hong Jie was taken aback and looked at Yan Que's face in surprise, then tilted her head.

"You cut your hair?"

Everyone felt speechless. How did the president's thoughts and logic work? She actually cared about this question. Couldn't she see Yan Que's appearance change?

Yan Que was also helpless and had to smile awkwardly "Hong Jie, I didn't cut my hair."

"You didn't cut your hair? Then why do you look different from before?" Hong Jie asked.

"Hehe, Hong Jie, please get to the point quickly." Yan Que urged.

When it came to business, Hong Jie immediately became serious again and continued "This is not a simple matter, but a war!"

"War? Which insolent person dares to provoke our Red Sakura? Is it the people from the Righteous Sun Council? I'll gather my sisters and go pick a fight with them right now!" The woman sitting on the left side of Hong Jie stood up, slammed the table, and cursed loudly.

The person speaking was a hot-tempered and tall woman. She had a height of over 1.7 meters, short hair that exuded a sense of vigor, a tight grayish-white shirt covering her towering figure, and short shorts on her lower half that showcased her physique.

Her healthy wheat-colored skin highlighted the muscular lines of her body. You could clearly see the abdominal muscles on her stomach, which had a unique beauty.

There were white cloth strips entwined around both of her palms, suggesting that she was a skilled fighter.

"Lin, calm down for now. It's not that kind of fight. Those people from the Righteous Sun Council dare not provoke me." Hong Jie smiled lightly.

Speaking of the Righteous Sun Council, a trace of disdain flashed in Hong Jie's eyes. That so-called Righteous Sun Council was just a group of men who had formed to confront her Red Sakura.

Although they had more members, as the number one person among the younger generation in the sect, Hong Jie didn't even put them in her eyes.

"Not a fight? Then why did you mention war?" Lin asked with little interest as she sat back down.

Hong Jie sat in her seat, crossed her ten fingers, propped her delicate chin, and looked ahead with a somewhat dreamy expression, as if remembering.

"Yes, it's called the war of love." Hong Jie said slowly.

"Huh? The war of love?"

Her president's words left everyone bewildered.

"Yes, your president, Hong Jie, is in love!"

Upon hearing the shocking news from their president, everyone was stunned, unable to comprehend or accept it for a long time.

"Hong Jie, are you serious?" Lin widened her eyes, looking at Hong Jie incredulously.

"Yes, Lin." Hong Jie nodded seriously and then said "Ye Zi."

Ye Zi, who was sitting to her right, stood up and walked to the whiteboard behind Hong Jie, holding a pen in her hand and quickly sketching on the board. Soon, a portrait appeared on the board.

After finishing, Ye Zi looked at her own work satisfactorily, nodded, and returned to her seat.

"Have you all seen it clearly? It's the person on the board. He is in our sect. I'm asking you all to help me investigate this person's information and let me know." Hong Jie said seriously.

Upon hearing this, everyone had a feeling of wanting to faint. What is all this about? They thought it was something very serious, which was why they were urgently called for a meeting. So they hurriedly put down what they were doing and rushed over, but now they were told to help find a person?

And a man at that?

Go die!

Of course, these words were only said in their hearts, venting their dissatisfaction.

Normally, the president took good care of them, and everyone respected her greatly. If the president really fell in love and needed them to find this person, they would dig three feet into the ground to find him.

But why, when you're in love, do you need us to help you find someone? You don't even know each other, so how did you fall in love?

They couldn't help but recall a crucial question.

Is this a marriage hunt?

Isn't that a crime?

As the other people whispered to each other, Yan Que looked at the portrait on the whiteboard, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

Is that Master? How does Hong Jie know Master? Are they even lovers? What's going on?

A big question mark formed in Yan Que's mind.