Remember This Well!

Remember This Well!

A handsome young man in an ornate gold-embroidered robe arrived with the voice, a paper fan in hand. He swept a mocking gaze over Chen Qiye and the others before his eyes paused slightly on Su Manman. "Oh, isn't this the Purple Phoenix Fairy of Mount Phoenix? I never expected Miss Su to end up with Bai Ningbing. Looks like Mount Phoenix is nothing special after all..."

Bai Ningbing's face darkened, and he snorted coldly.

"Bai Mochen, this is the territory of my sect branch. What right do you have to make trouble here? Say one more word, and I'll have someone throw you out right now!"

"What a bold claim, Bai Ningbing. I'm here at Fengming Orchid Pavilion as a guest on behalf of Northern Azure Grotto-Heaven. Are you sure you want to throw me out?"

Bai Mochen smiled disdainfully. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. My master, Elder Canghai, is also at Fengming Orchid Pavilion... Are you going to throw him out too?"

His eyes were full of contempt as he waved the paper fan in his hand.

Bai Ningbing choked with rage. His teeth trembled, and his face flushed red. "You..."

Beside Bai Mochen stood a young man in a white robe embroidered with dragons. His hair was entirely crimson, his expression listless, and an icy aura radiated from his body.

Since arriving, he had not so much as glanced at Bai Ningbing and the others. His gaze had remained fixed on Mirror Lake. Only now did he speak. "Quiet down. It is rare to see two great sword cultivators cross blades. Don't spoil the mood over a few ants."

The corners of Bai Mochen's lips lifted slightly. He glanced at Bai Ningbing and the others, then turned respectfully to the man. "Yes, Senior Brother!"

"Hmph!" Su Manman snorted coldly.

Bai Ningbing's face twitched. His eyes were filled with wariness as he leaned close to Chen Qiye and whispered, "That man is a genius of Northern Azure Grotto-Heaven's inner estate: Fu Zhan. Don't be fooled by the fact that he's only at the Dao Palace realm. His true strength is even more terrifying than that of ordinary Four Extremities experts..."

"He isn't human. He's a branch of an ancient surviving race, and his body contains chaotic bloodlines," Su Manman added. "At least three kinds..."

"Silence!" Before Su Manman could finish, Fu Zhan shouted. A surging vortex of air accompanied his cry, sweeping directly toward Chen Qiye and the others like a sound wave.

Bang!

The air exploded.

Chen Qiye stood in front of Little Nannan, frowning slightly. Fu Zhan had not used true qi in that shout, but because of his bloodline, it could still inflict tremendous harm on ordinary people.

If Chen Qiye had not neutralized it, Little Nannan would certainly have been injured.

"Damn it! Fu Zhan, what do you mean by this? Can't you see that Little Nannan is an ordinary person?" Su Manman swung her sword and dispersed the sound wave. Her beautiful eyes widened as she glared furiously at Fu Zhan. She had liked Little Nannan from the first moment she saw her. When she saw the girl gritting her teeth in her sleep in the carriage, she knew that Little Nannan's life had been difficult. Su Manman's heart ached for her, and she felt even more pity for the girl.

"She's just an ant." Fu Zhan's face was full of arrogance as his cold gaze swept over Su Manman and the others. He shook his head lightly. "Purple Phoenix Fairy, you also possess a trace of phoenix blood. And yet you question me for the sake of an ant?" Ancient races like Fu Zhan generally possessed an innate sense of superiority. Their bloodlines were powerful, and from birth, they were much stronger than ordinary humans.

Chen Qiye gently patted Little Nannan's back, trying to calm her fear. A cold glint flashed through his eyes as he muttered, "An ant?"

"Since when did our human race become ants in the mouths of other races?"

A longsword plunged down from the sky, wedged between Bai Mochen and Bai Ningbing. A yellow robe traced a sweeping arc through the air as Ye Guxue descended gracefully, his cold eyes fixed on Fu Zhan. "And what are you, if not an ant in my eyes?"

As he spoke, the longsword burst forth with a sharp, icy gleam, instantly casting a murderous chill across the area. Dense waves of aura rippled out from Ye Guxue's body.

Bai Mochen could not help taking several steps back.

Fu Zhan's crimson hair was whipped into disarray by the howling wind formed from that killing intent, as though he stood at the crest of a raging storm.

The black-armored guards and cultivators around them also gathered one after another. In an instant, the atmosphere became tense and hostile. Only the figure in white remained standing above Mirror Lake, gazing into the distance, his expression neither sorrowful nor joyful.

"Hehe, Ye Guxue, the Imperial Sword. Your sword intent truly is sharp!" Fu Zhan's pupils contracted, but there was little fear on his face. "Ye Guxue, aren't ordinary people ants in the eyes of cultivators? Since when did your proud drifting snow begin to pity mortals?"

"Besides, this girl merely has a mortal body. She isn't even qualified to embark on cultivation. If mortals are not ants in the eyes of cultivators, then what are they?" Fu Zhan remained arrogant. "If mortals dare peer into the world of cultivators, they must be prepared to face death!"

Fu Zhan's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable certainty. Even when facing Ye Guxue, he remained utterly confident.

As soon as those words fell, the crowd stirred. Most of the black-armored guards were human. Faced with such humiliation, they were united in their shared fury.

"Brother Ye, teach him a lesson!"

Bai Ningbing was livid and cursed, "Who does he think he is? He's nothing but a mongrel!"

"Shut up!" Bai Mochen shouted angrily.

Fu Zhan swept a cold glance at Bai Ningbing, his killing intent completely undisguised. The muscles in his face twitched slightly. "Bai Ningbing, I'll remember you." With Ye Guxue present, even if he wanted to act, he could not possibly be Ye Guxue's match. Still, he had to speak harshly, both to save face and to issue a threat.

"You'd better fucking not forget!" Bai Ningbing had long since been burning with rage. He cursed loudly, "Remember it! You fucking remember it! My name is Bai Ningbing... I'm Bai Yuanshan's only direct great-grandson!"

Fu Zhan's gaze turned sinister. He had already developed the intent to kill as he listened to Bai Ningbing's curses, but the final sentence made him freeze on the spot.

The moment the name Bai Yuanshan was spoken, everyone present fell silent.

The Bai family's ancestor—a true great power!

One of the few supreme experts within three thousand li of Fengming.

"Listen up. Fu Zhan threatened me today. From now on, if anything happens to me, Fu Zhan did it." Bai Ningbing spat to one side, fury written all over his face. "What the hell are you? Do you really think I'm afraid of you..."

Su Manman could not help finding the scene amusing.

Bai Mochen's face turned ashen. He had not expected Bai Ningbing to invoke Bai Yuanshan's name. Let alone Fu Zhan, even his master, Elder Canghai, could not withstand the might of a great power.

Fu Zhan drew a deep breath and steadied his emotions. His face was so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water, yet instead of responding to Bai Ningbing, he turned to Ye Guxue. "Imperial Sword, you are already a Dragon Transformation expert. Surely you would not bully the young with your seniority?"

Fu Zhan had truly backed down.

"Hmph. There's no need for such provocation. Our human race disdains such conduct."

Ye Guxue spoke proudly, immediately drawing a round of cheers. This made Fu Zhan's expression turn even uglier.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Fu Zhan gritted his teeth and repeated the word three times. "Junior Brother, let's go!"

Just as they were about to leave, two words suddenly rang out: "Stop!"