After Xiang Yun's barbed remark, Ying Huanhuan led the way without another word to him.
Xiang Yun was happy to have some peace and quiet.
A little later, Ying Huanhuan led Xiang Yun and the others down onto a towering mountain.
"This is where you'll be staying. If there's anything you're dissatisfied with, Young Hall Master Xiang, just say so."
Ying Huanhuan sneered.
Xiang Yun surveyed the area. The location was fairly good. Smiling faintly, he asked, "What about the Primordial Hall disciples' regular cultivation?"
"Everything follows the Desolate Hall's rules, including the competition for places on the Pill River. Of course, we can compete with each other, but no one is allowed to kill, and the matches must be one-on-one."
"Reasonable."
Xiang Yun nodded. "In that case, can our disciples learn all of the Desolate Hall's martial arts?"
"That will have to wait until their fathers finish discussing it. But according to the usual rules, they can learn anything except heaven-grade martial arts."
"Of course, that depends on their comprehension. Our Dao Sect doesn't have that many body-refining martial arts for you to learn."
Xiang Yun didn't particularly mind Ying Huanhuan's sharp little tongue. The girl simply took too much pride in the Dao Sect.
But that didn't mean he would let her needle him without talking back.
Xiang Yun smiled. "The only Dao Sect martial art I think much of is the Great Desolation Scripture. Even your so-called strongest body-refining martial art, the Great Desolation Body, is nothing special."
"In our Primordial Hall, it would only be average."
"You!"
Ying Huanhuan bristled like a hedgehog. The Great Desolation Body was a martial art mastered by Senior Brother Zhou Tong, whom she admired most.
This guy actually looked down on the Great Desolation Body!
"Hit a nerve?"
"I'm not upset." Ying Huanhuan's little face flushed red.
"Am I wrong? If the Great Desolation Body were stronger than the Primordial Hall's Primordial Battle Body, the Desolate Hall wouldn't be famous for the Great Desolation Scripture."
Xiang Yun chuckled and turned to Xun Wu. "Arrange accommodations for the disciples. Try not to clash with the Desolate Hall disciples. Of course, if it's a dispute over resources, as long as you're in the right..."
"I have only one requirement: you can't lose!"
"Yes!"
Xun Wu and the others roared in unison. Even Ying Huanhuan jumped in fright and instinctively took a step back.
The thunderous roar seemed to rouse the towering mountain itself.
Numerous wild geese burst into flight, flapping their wings.
Ying Huanhuan shot Xiang Yun a look. She hadn't expected to learn nothing from probing him this time.
She had wasted her time and expressions, only to be silenced by the guy several times.
How hateful!
Arrogant maniac, pervert!!
Just as she was about to leave, she saw a graceful figure wreathed in blue-green light flying toward them.
Ling Qingzhu?
Ying Huanhuan found it strange. Why was Ling Qingzhu coming here? Heaven Hall was on the eastern side of the Dao Sect.
Although the place where the sects had been teleported in was not far from Heaven Hall, they had only just arrived at Desolate Hall themselves, and already Ling Qingzhu was here.
That meant she had rushed over without stopping as soon as she had settled her disciples.
Ying Huanhuan muttered to herself. There was definitely something going on between those two!
Ying Huanhuan stopped in her tracks. This was gossip about the Primordial Hall's Young Hall Master and the falsely aloof Ling Qingzhu.
She had never cared for cultivation, but she was extremely keen on such things.
Xiang Yun had naturally seen Ling Qingzhu flying over as well. He glanced at Ying Huanhuan, who was trying to make herself less conspicuous.
"Go arrange accommodations for the disciples first."
Xiang Yun looked at Xun Wu, who nodded and led the Primordial Hall disciples into the halls around the towering mountain. They were all cultivators, and didn't really care much about resting.
Even the wilderness would do, since they could meditate instead of resting. Of course, a cultivation chamber would be better if one was available.
The blue-green light descended and quietly faded, revealing Ling Qingzhu's lovely figure. Even Ying Huanhuan, a woman herself, had to admit that the falsely aloof Ling Qingzhu...
Had indeed stolen the Fortune of heaven and earth. Even in the Dao Sect, many disciples knew of Ling Qingzhu.
Of course, Ying Huanhuan thought her own older sister was no less beautiful. After all, her sister looked like her.
The moment Ling Qingzhu landed, she spotted Ying Huanhuan. "It seems Young Hall Master Xiang and Miss Ying are having quite an enjoyable conversation," she said lightly.
Xiang Yun: ???
What was this girl talking about? How could she possibly tell that he and Ying Huanhuan were having an enjoyable conversation? The distance between them could fit a hundred of these towering mountains.
But he soon chuckled and raised a brow. "Shouldn't Fairy Ling be seeing to the Taiqing Palace disciples? What brings you here?"
She was still putting up a tough front. She was obviously jealous, questioning him the moment she arrived.
"Aside from a few forbidden areas, the Dao Sect hasn't forbidden us from speaking with one another as we please, has it?"
Ling Qingzhu narrowed her clear eyes slightly. She had argued her case with her master, and this guy was here attracting bees and butterflies?
"Is that so? Could there be something else here that interests Fairy Ling?"
"I'm just taking a walk."
"Just taking a walk? How very casual of you."
The two traded remarks, drawing closer and closer to each other as they spoke. Ying Huanhuan, standing to the side, was stunned.
Why did it sound so strange?
It didn't sound like an argument. It sounded more like flirting.
At that moment, the two seemed to realize there was someone else present.
"Little Miss Ying, Fairy Ling and I have some matters to discuss. If there's nothing important..."
Xiang Yun looked at Ying Huanhuan. Though he hadn't finished, his meaning was obvious: speak if you have business; if not, get lost.
"You-!"
Ying Huanhuan's pretty face flushed with anger. She was their host here, at the very least.
"No!"
With that, Ying Huanhuan turned into a streak of light and left. As if she wanted to listen.
In the end, only Xiang Yun and Ling Qingzhu remained.
"Someone else might come by here. Let's find somewhere else to talk."
"Mm."
The two turned into streaks of purple and blue-green light and found a relatively quiet mountain peak, with only the surging Pill River overhead.
Both had cultivated the Supreme Induction Art, so it was unlikely anyone here could escape their senses.
Xiang Yun walked up to Ling Qingzhu and casually pulled off her veil, giving her a fright.
"What are you doing?"
"In broad daylight? That wouldn't be proper, would it?"
Ling Qingzhu didn't understand at first, but after a moment's thought, she realized what he meant. Blushing, she reached out and smacked him.
"Are you asking to die? If my master heard you talk like that, even Hall Master Hong couldn't save you!"
Xiang Yun studied Ling Qingzhu's face. "Always hiding such a beautiful face is a bit of a waste of heaven's gifts."
"Do you really need to wear a veil in front of me, at least?"
Ling Qingzhu rolled her eyes at Xiang Yun, but she didn't take the veil back from his hand. "Master came specifically to see you this time."
"I know. I expected it long ago."
"After all, if the Palace Master of Taiqing Palace couldn't have resisted coming, she wouldn't have reached the peak of the Samsara Stage."
Xiang Yun casually put the veil into his Universe Bag and raised his eyebrows. "Three Yuan Nirvana. You formed your Nirvana Golden Body later than Ying Xiaoxiao, but you managed to catch up to her. I'm right, aren't I?"
"You made a huge profit that time, Ling Qingzhu."
"Shameless!"
Ling Qingzhu glared at Xiang Yun, but nodded nonetheless. "Although the improved Supreme Induction Art does have an effect, compared to... back then, it's still much slower."