We Are Mortal Enemies

The commotion in the corner went unnoticed, and the others in the teahouse continued their discussion:

"Speaking of which, since they are both disciples of Immortal Venerable Yanchen, how come Fairy Sang Ying formed her Golden Core much earlier, while Fairy Su only made a splash during her Foundation Establishment and then disappeared without a trace?"

Someone took a sip of tea and said mysteriously, "You don't know this, do you? I heard that Fairy Su's aptitude is not as good as Fairy Sang Ying's. After reaching Foundation Establishment, she left the sect to travel around, but was ambushed and suffered some accidents. She only returned to the sect a few days ago, and her injuries haven't even healed yet."

After hearing this, everyone sighed again.

"That Fairy Su is really unlucky!"

Their whispers didn't escape Sang Ying's ears. When she heard the news that Su Fuyun had returned to the sect injured, Sang Ying couldn't help but frown.

"Why is she back? Didn't you tell the sect leader about Su Fuyun back then?" Gu Shu asked curiously.

That's right. After Sang Ying left Gleaming Gold Island, she immediately contacted the sect leader, informing him that Su Fuyun might be connected to the demons, indicating that the two had some conflict. She then witnessed a cloud of black mist engulfing and taking her away.

The sect leader promised Sang Ying that he would investigate the matter thoroughly. However, when Sang Ying asked about it several times later, the sect leader deliberately changed the subject, clearly not wanting to continue the discussion with her.

Unexpectedly, Su Fuyun returned to the Flowing Light Sword Sect just one step ahead of her.

Sang Ying picked up her sword, left a few Spirit Stone, and got up to leave the teahouse.

It's good that she's back; it saves Sang Ying the trouble of searching everywhere. Let's see how she tries to escape this time!

In front of the Flowing Light Sword Sect's mountain gate, a junior disciple dressed in outer sect robes swept away the fallen leaves on the long steps. He was in a sorry state; because of his poor aptitude and low cultivation, he was ordered by his senior brothers and sisters to sweep the gate and was not allowed to use his Spiritual Qi.

The junior disciple had no choice but to wave the broom and repeat this tedious task.

Before long, footsteps approached from afar.

The young disciple looked up curiously, since cultivators of the Flowing Light Sword Sect always flew in and out of the mountain gate on swords, and very few people came on foot.

Finally, a blue figure slowly emerged from the bottom of the long stone steps. The junior disciple couldn't discern the figure's cultivation level, so he could only call out, "Who are you, and what brings you to our Flowing Light Sword Sect?"

The curtain was lifted, revealing an exceptionally beautiful face. "Sang Ying of the Flowing Light Sword Sect has returned to her sect today!"

The young disciple's pupils contracted slightly; he didn't even realize when the broom in his hand had fallen to the ground.

Seeing the junior disciple still standing there in a daze, Sang Ying assumed the man wanted her to produce her disciple's token. But the next second, the man turned and ran towards the sect like a madman, shouting, "Uncle-Master Sang Ying is back! Uncle-Master Sang Ying is back!"

Sang Ying paused in her act of taking out her waist token, hearing Gu Shu's gloating voice. "Tsk tsk tsk, it seems you're quite famous in this sect!"

Sang Ying covered her face helplessly; she didn't want this kind of "fame."

Even if Sang Ying didn't want it, the reputation she had built up over the years couldn't be erased in a short time. Before she even entered the sect, many young disciples came to visit her.

Some of the people looked familiar with Sang Ying, but most were strangers. They looked at Sang Ying with reverence, as if she were some kind of important person.

But in fact, Sang Ying is truly remarkable.

The path of cultivation is not easy; talent, hard work, and opportunity are all indispensable. Countless cultivators get stuck at Qi Refinement or Foundation Establishment after embarking on the path of cultivation. It is already extremely difficult to cultivate to the Golden Core stage, let alone such a young Golden Core cultivator.

Let alone the Flowing Light Sword Sect, even in the entire Cultivation World, you can't find many as powerful as Sang Ying.

Since joining the Sword Sect, the young disciples have heard legends about Sang Ying every day, and naturally admire her greatly and want to get closer to her.

Sang Ying, who was not good at socializing, finally escaped their encirclement and returned to the inner sect. Soon, a young disciple brought a message from the sect leader, asking Sang Ying to go and see him as soon as possible.

Sang Ying had been wanting to talk to him anyway, so she readily agreed.

The sect leader was still the same as he had been ten years ago, exuding an aura of authority and righteousness. When he saw Sang Ying, his usually serious face softened with a touch of gentleness.

"You child, you've been gone for so many years without even a visit." He looked Sang Ying up and down, and when his gaze fell upon her features, which bore a resemblance to her father's, he silently looked away. "It's wonderful that you've Core Formation. If your father saw you now, he would probably be at peace."

Sang Ying pursed her lips, not responding to his question, but instead asked, "I heard my senior sister is back?"

Seeing that Sang Ying immediately thought of Su Fuyun upon her return, the sect leader's smile faltered slightly, "Yes, she's back. Your senior sister suffered a lot outside for ten years. She told us everything. There was some misunderstanding between you, and she was even injured by Devil Cultivator. It took her so long to recover a little. You'll understand when you see her..."

"There's no misunderstanding!" Sang Ying said stiffly. "She wants me dead, and I don't want her to live either. There's no misunderstanding between us, just a blood feud."

Her attitude was so resolute that the sect leader's expression gradually darkened.

He guessed that when Sang Ying and Su Fuyun met again, Su Fuyun had probably done something bad, but he didn't expect that this person would anger Sang Ying again.

Sang Ying was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator before, but now she has Core Formation and can inherit the Settled Frost Peak left by Sang Zheng. If you want them to reconcile again, it will probably be difficult.

Thinking of this, the sect leader's head began to ache. "I don't know anything about your affairs, fellow disciples. Here's what we'll do: go see your senior sister. If there's truly an irreconcilable conflict, then go find your master! I can't interfere anymore!"

The sect leader waved his hand, dumping this mess directly on Gu Huaiwei.

Sang Ying was not surprised by his attitude; in fact, Sang Ying was even happier that one less person was interfering.

She immediately cupped her hands and said, "Thank you, Sect Master. This disciple will not disturb you any longer."

After receiving the sect leader's approval, Sang Ying quickly left the room and headed straight for Crimson Snow Peak.

She didn't notice, however, that immediately after she left, another person appeared in the room—the boy of yesteryear had grown into a tall and imposing man. Mu Xuan looked at the door that had closed again and softly asked his master, "Are we really not going to do anything about it, Master? Judging from Junior Sister Sang Ying's expression, she probably won't let this go so easily."

"We should be able to manage it if we want to. Let them handle their own affairs at Crimson Snow Peak!" It would be good to give his junior brother a hard time, so that we wouldn't have to worry about it for so many years only to be disliked.

Since his master had said so, Mu Xuan naturally wouldn't say anything more.

However, he had a vague premonition that the apparent peace of their Flowing Light Sword Sect might soon be shattered.