The Academy Saintess

Song Qingshu's expression tightened. Worried that she might suddenly strike, he subtly positioned himself protectively around Zhang Sanfeng and watched her warily.

The Yellow-robed Woman shot him an irritated glance. But when she turned to Zhang Sanfeng and the Sweeping Monk, she put on her usual gentle smile and said softly, "Please hear this junior out, seniors. Someone has been stirring up this conflict between Shaolin and Wudang. If the two of you end up mutually injured, would that not play right into those people's hands? I ask that you both cease."

As she spoke, she flicked out a hand, her slender fingers tapping the clasped palms of the two men. Zhang Sanfeng and the Sweeping Monk sensed a gentle force mediating between them and, no longer needing to worry, both withdrew their inner energy and stepped back.

Song Qingshu's gaze sharpened. This was a technique from the Nine Yin Manual, somewhat resembling the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, yet lacking its eerie aura and possessing a touch more grace. To separate Zhang Sanfeng and the Sweeping Monk—what astonishing cultivation did that require!

"Thank you, miss." Zhang Sanfeng bowed to the Yellow-robed Woman. His cultivation was evenly matched with the Sweeping Monk's, and they had been enemies at the time. How could either dare to withdraw their inner energy lightly? Without someone intervening, the fight could only have ended when one side was defeated or killed.

The Yellow-robed Woman smiled faintly. "This junior should be thanking you two seniors instead. If either of you had failed to withdraw your inner energy, this junior would likely have been severely injured or killed already."

Zhang Sanfeng and the Sweeping Monk exchanged a glance and could not help smiling. The Yellow-robed Woman was right. In that situation, she had taken an enormous risk