The embarrassed Bai Ling raised her head and stared at the girl not far away. Listening to her straightforward words, her heart beat violently twice—as if the anger in her body had finally found an outlet. She relaxed.
Thinking back to the many years she had spent with Duanmu Rou, she realized that something was wrong.
When Duanmu Rou first entered the academy, she received many disdainful looks because she was from Muyun. Every time, she would faintly complain of being bullied by Mo Tiange. After that, when she went to teach Mo Tiange a lesson, Duanmu Rou would always appear midway to stop her and express that she was no longer angry.
She had thought that Duanmu Rou was just a good person who was easy to bully. Now that she thought about it, she had clearly acquired the reputation of being unruly and willful every time. On the other hand, Duanmu Rou, who stayed behind her, had acquired the reputation of being tolerant and magnanimous.
Bai Ling clenched her fists and pursed her lips. She looked at her classmates who were all on Duanmu Rou's side. She wiped her tears and stood in the direction of Yan Xi, but she did not dare get close.
"Yan Xi, why are you so vulgar? Did the Yan family raise you like this?" Duanmu Rou's face turned red from Yan Xi's words. She had actually scolded her...
When she thought of her words, Duanmu Rou was so angry that she gritted her teeth.
"Oh? But did I lie?" Yan Xi's black eyes were twinkling.
"Yan Xixi, your words are indeed vulgar." Ji San grinned and reached out to put his hand on Yan Xi's shoulder. "But... I like them!"
Yan Chushi quickly slapped his hand and glared at him. "It's useless even if you like them! Don't touch my cousin!"
Ji San was rendered speechless.
Amber eyes glared at Yan Chushi. When Yan Chushi was not paying attention, Ji San reached out and patted Yan Xi's shoulder. He shook his head, and his eyes were full of arrogance. "Brat, I touched her. What can you do?"
Yan Xi rolled her eyes at his childishness.
Yan Chushi's face turned red with anger.
The atmosphere was tense. However, Yan Xi and her group seemed to be in a world of their own. They were relaxed and having fun.
The others could not help but reveal envious expressions.
Yun Yuhan squinted at Ji San, who had his arms around Yan Chushi's shoulders to spite him. Whenever the fog rolled past him, it would freeze.
Duanmu Rou and the rest of the Imperial College students were by his side. However, he still looked lonely.
Duanmu Rou was so angry at Yan Xi that she gritted her teeth again. She looked at his gaze and could not help but call out softly, "Yun Yuhan. Look at Yan Xi, she's sowing discord and spreading rumors, but she still doesn't have any intention of apologizing."
Yun Yuhan did not say anything.
However, the ice around him suddenly rose up and rushed toward Yan Xi's group.
Ji San, who had been fighting with Yan Chushi, stopped teasing him. For the first time, his frivolous face showed a serious expression.
He took a step forward, and his bright amber eyes looked vicious. The broadsword on his back was pulled out. He clenched his hands, and a dazzling flame rose from the sword. He stood protectively in front of Yan Xi and the others.
"Yun Yuhan, this isn't the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace where you can be as arrogant as you want. If you want to touch my friend, you have to ask for my permission first," Ji San snorted, his eyes burning.
"You?" Yun Yuhan's cold and indifferent eyes slowly turned icy.
The team from Imperial College started to back away when they heard that.
The Holy Son of the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace was always proud. However, his pride was reserved and silent. He rarely showed his sharp edge like this.
Yun Yuhan was really angry!
"Go ahead and try!" Ji San snorted again.
Yan Xi looked at Ji San in front of her, her eyes dark.
Although Ji San had been by her side for the past two days, acting as if he was very close to her, she knew that it was just out of curiosity and his own disdain for Yun Yuhan. A disfigured good-for-nothing fiancée was the only stain on the noble Holy Son's perfect image.
Therefore, she had never taken Ji San seriously.
But now, Ji San had changed her mind.
The corners of her mouth curled up as she walked up to him and patted his shoulder. "From now on, you're my friend."
Upon hearing this, Ji San, who was still confronting Yun Yuhan, could not help but turn around and shout angrily, "Yan Xixi! What do you mean by that? Weren't we friends before? This is too much!"
Yan Xi was too lazy to deal with him. She grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back. She looked up at Yun Yuhan in the distance, her eyes sharp. "I'll solve my own problems. Since the Holy Son doesn't care about his status and insists on fighting with a piece of trash like me, then I'll accompany you!"
Ji San, on the other hand, was greatly provoked. "Yan Xixi, is there something wrong with your head? Do you know Yun Yuhan's cultivation level? How are you going to fight him?"
Yan Xi's dark eyes glowed. "He doesn't need to use his cultivation to fight with a useless person like me, does he?"
Ji San was stunned for a moment, but he instantly understood what she meant.
Yun Yuhan was arrogant by nature, and unlike him, who was famous for his bad reputation, Yun Yuhan was the face of Cloud Top Heavenly Palace.
No matter what, with his identity, cultivation, and status, it was already embarrassing enough for him to personally attack a person like Yan Xi. If he still used his cultivation, it would simply be embarrassing, and the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace would be embarrassed as well.
Yan Xi's actions seemed to be unruly—as if everything she did was based on her emotions. However, in fact, she was meticulous and set traps for others everywhere.
With her straightforward words, even if Yun Yuhan did not care about his own image, he would have to consider the reputation of the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace behind him. Naturally, he would not fight her with his cultivation.
However, Ji San still did not think so. He leaned over to Yan Xi and whispered, "I think you should stay behind me. You don't know how exquisite Yun Yuhan's swordsmanship is. Even the teachers in the academy can't beat him. So, even if he doesn't use his cultivation, you'll still lose."
Yan Xi was not worried. She raised her eyebrows. Her own swordsmanship was exquisite, so she was not afraid.
The spiritual energy on her planet was thin, and it was difficult to advance further after reaching a certain realm. As a last resort, all the ancient martial arts families turned their attention to the creation and improvement of martial arts techniques.
She had been observing the situation in Tianqi for the past few days, and although there were many cultivation techniques for cultivating Profound Qi and spiritual energy, the martial techniques here were very crude and unpolished in her eyes.
Yun Yuhan looked at the two of them, who were talking as if no one else was around, and his cold eyes narrowed.
The floating ice-blue longsword seemed to have sensed its master's voice, and it began to emit a buzzing sound.
Ji San, who was trying to persuade Yan Xi, felt a chill run down his spine.
He had a vague feeling that Yun Yuhan had not drawn his sword to attack Yan Xi, but to beat him up!
There were a few more sounds, but it was not the cold sword buzzing.
Instead, it was the ground itself that was buzzing and shaking!
A terrifying pressure spread across the area, sweeping everything away. It was like the wrath of a God has befallen them!
Everyone's expression changed simultaneously. They no longer care about this conflict as they all looked into the distance!
In the sky, a translucent bowl-shaped barrier appeared. Light swirled on it, but it began to break under the impact of several forces.
Li Qingming, who had not spoken since they set off, looked into the distance. A ray of light flashed across his eyes.
"The barrier has been broken."