She Had a Sharp Tongue-and Even Forcibly Kissed Men

What had he done to deserve this?

[That old man's pretty handsome. A red belt with those blue robes? The little old man knows how to have fun.]

The Second Elder's face twitched with anger.

The air around him suddenly turned oppressive.

The two disciples on the fighting platform were so frightened they could barely hold their swords.

The shorter boy's hand shook, and his sword fell to the ground. He even started crying, wiping away his tears.

A Sect disciple with a blank expression walked over. "Liu Xiaoyuan is eliminated. Please leave the mountain as soon as possible."

The boy cried even harder.

But the commotion on the platform did nothing to stop the system from dishing out gossip.

[The Second Elder was quite the flirt when he was young. But it was all for show. He often went to brothels, yet he'd blush whenever a woman came near. Then, while training on Lone Peak Mountain, a woman drugged him and forced him into... you know. It only happened once, but the Second Elder took her to heart. He pined for her for years, and nothing ever came of it.]

Perhaps the memory had stirred old feelings. The Second Elder gently stroked his red belt, his eyes growing damp.

Beside him, the First Elder and Third Elder patted his shoulders.

They had never known the Second Elder had such a past.

They could not help feeling wistful, too. Who would have thought their second brother, who had called himself a flirt and gone to the Hehuan Sect every day in his youth to look at beauties, was such a devoted soul?

Li Zi asked, puzzled, [But what does that have to do with the red belt?]

[The Second Elder never got a clear look at the woman. Later, Immortal Ziyang of the Hehuan Sect pursued him and claimed she was the one who'd spent that night with him. She gave him that belt as a token of love.]

Li Zi had a feeling this story was heading toward a twist.

[Was it her?]

The system's voice rose, brimming with the delight of juicy gossip.

[Of course not! Immortal Ziyang saw that the Second Elder had a good Constitution and wanted to practice Dual Cultivation with him, so she lied. But then she met a stronger Cultivator and promptly cast aside the Second Elder she'd won over. She even made up an excuse that she had to descend to the Mortal World for training and that her Master might erase her memories.]

[After that, the Second Elder wandered the Mortal World every day, wearing the red belt around his waist. He hoped his lover would see their token of love and remember him, even if she'd lost her memories. In fact, Immortal Ziyang had long since gone off to live happily with her Dao Companion.]

Li Zi clicked her tongue. [The Second Elder's so pitiful. She pursued him, then abandoned him, and he actually believed such a flimsy excuse. He really is that foolish and naïve.]

The Cultivators who had heard every word were stunned numb.

The Second Elder looked as though lightning had struck him, charred outside and tender within. He stood rigid, his gaze unfocused.

As if he had seen a ghost, he yanked off the red belt with a trembling hand and threw it away.

But he quickly caught himself.

What the system said was not necessarily true. What if it had said all that on purpose to drive a wedge between him and Immortal Ziyang?

He could not let some inexplicable voice sow doubt in their sincere love.

The First Elder sighed softly and said in his ear, "We must not believe someone else's words so readily. This needs careful investigation. Junior Brother, be patient."

The Second Elder felt miserable. "But the first half of what it said was true. Senior Brother, do you think I..."

Before he could finish, he looked up and met everyone's gossip-hungry eyes.

Even the First Elder comforting him wore the satisfied look of someone who had finally heard the real story.

The Second Elder fell silent. He felt even worse.

Li Zi's cheerful voice soon broke the strange atmosphere.

[Ran Zirou's here! Huh? The Second Elder got so excited when he saw her that he pulled off his belt. Didn't you just say he was hopelessly in love? Isn't that downright scummy?]

[Host, Ran Zirou is actually Immortal Ziyang's daughter. She and Immortal Ziyang look like they were carved from the same mold. His beloved suddenly appeared before him looking young again—of course he got excited.]

She Had a Sharp Tongue—and Even Forcibly Kissed Men

At that moment, a girl of about ten lifted her skirt and stepped gracefully onto the fighting platform.

Her skin was smooth as cream, her bones fine as jade. Her skirt swayed with every step, and she looked like a graceful, delicate deer strolling through a forest.

Her tiny face was exquisite and radiant, so pure and lovely that every man present turned to look.

Standing on the platform, she smiled at the boy below, who was staring at her in a daze. "Brother Tian, please go easy on me."

Her beauty bloomed with that smile. The boy snapped out of his daze and hurried onto the platform. "All right, all right..."

His steps were unsteady, and he even tripped on his way up, drawing a burst of laughter from below.

The Second Elder's heart stirred when he saw Ran Zirou's face.

The little girl really did look exactly like Immortal Ziyang.

His hand clenched abruptly on his knee.

But when he thought of that voice, his heart sank again.

That woman had lied to him, abandoned him to enjoy herself with someone else, and even had a child. The thought left a knot in his stomach.

Ran Zirou flicked the sword in her hand through a beautiful flourish, then kicked the male disciple off the platform.

Thunderous applause erupted below.

A smile spread across her stunning face as she glanced toward the elders and Inner Sect disciples seated above.

One Inner Sect disciple obliged with praise. "Excellent! Your movements flow like water. You have real talent."

Hidden in the crowd, Li Zi grumbled, [He couldn't make it any more obvious that he let her win. Ran Zirou's only at the First Tier of the Qi Refining Stage, and all she's learned are flashy moves. That Third Level of Qi Refining disciple wasn't even trying, and someone's praising her? This Sect is beyond saving.]

[And you, why are you blushing? Why are you fondly rubbing the spot she kicked? Anyone who didn't know better would think she'd done something else to you.]

The handsome Inner Sect disciple's face instantly flushed scarlet.

The elders on the platform also shot him disapproving looks.

She was already ten and still only at the First Tier of the Qi Refining Stage. That counted as talent? What was he making a fuss about?

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