Chapter 3 Wen Yi

  The courtyards became fewer and farther between as the three of them went deeper.

  After a while, the three of them arrived at a very secluded courtyard, where they saw that the courtyard was surrounded by ancient, rugged rocks carved with Journey to the West patterns, or corridors, or stone tables...

  The courtyard is extremely large, with various flowers, grasses and trees planted around it. As soon as you enter, you can clearly feel a refreshing atmosphere.

  Ling Qingyan walked in the extremely vast courtyard, and couldn't help but nod to himself. Then he saw a very spacious area not far away, as well as many wooden long swords placed on the shelves at the edge of the field. Ling Qingyan's heart moved involuntarily. This field should be for people to hone their skills.

  "Junior Brother Qingyan, this is the Nine Turns Long Corridor. This is...this is...over there is where disciples of our sect come to hone their skills."

  Ling Qingyan walked beside, Liu Yanran was enthusiastically telling him about everything in the courtyard, Ling Qingyan nodded from time to time. And ahead, Fan Yiran also deliberately slowed down his pace, apparently also intending to let Ling Qingyan get familiar with this place.

  "What? Isn't this Liu Shimei? Has Sister Liu returned from her long journey?"

  Suddenly, a slightly frivolous voice came from the front, and then a young man who looked no more than twenty years old walked over slowly. The man slightly bowed his head in front of Fan Yiran, his voice extremely calm, without any respect, "Elder."

  "Hmmph!"

  Fan Yiran saw the man, a flash of disgust in his eyes, and hummed softly, but he didn't accept the young man's greeting at all, still walking forward slowly, ignoring him.

  A young man with a slender build, still in a humble state, saw Fan Yiran like this, but he didn't feel the slightest bit awkward, as if he had already gotten used to it. He straightened his body again and then stuck to Liu Yanran like a leech, "Junior sister, was this trip fun? Alas, my grandfather is such an old stubborn man, always unwilling to let me come down the mountain..."

  Ling Qingyan, who was standing beside him, keenly captured the young man's previous glance at Fan Yiran, which contained a deep-seated resentment, and at the same time, a sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

  This young man, if he stays in Tiān Jiàn Zōng in the future, must be extremely careful.

  At the same time, he was very puzzled in his heart. Fan Yiran, who had always been solemn in front of people, why would he be like this after seeing this young man, completely inconsistent with the image he showed in front of Ling Qingyan before.

  Liu Yanran saw the young man's inquiry and couldn't help but frown slightly, with a hint of disgust in her eyes, but she still said: "Senior brother, I'm busy now, I'm going to see Master."

  With that said, Liu Yanran's pace suddenly quickened and she caught up with Fan Yiran in front of her.

  For some reason, Liu Yanran had no good impression of this young man she called "Shixiong", but instead had a strong aversion to him.

  Ling Qingyan also followed closely behind Liu Yanran, and out of curiosity, she involuntarily extended a strand of her consciousness towards the young man behind them...

  "Yellow Tier After Stage!"

  At the moment when Ling Qingyan's consciousness entwined with that of the young man, her heart stirred. Looking at the young man in his early twenties, it was clear that he too had some innate talent, but still far inferior to herself. After all, her cultivation over the past few years had been assisted by conscious compression...

  After inquiring about the young man's background, Ling Qingyan just wanted to withdraw his extended consciousness.

  "Damn it, stinky bitch, sooner or later I'll make you willingly marry me! And that old man Fan, don't think just because he's the Sword Elder he can ignore me like this. My grandfather was also a Precept Elder, his status is in no way lower than his, and yet he dares to not give me face like this."

  A low, gloomy and ruthless muttering sound suddenly came from the consciousness that was released by Ling Qingyan, entering into his sea of consciousness. Ling Qingyan's body trembled involuntarily, and a look of surprise appeared on his face at the same time.

  Ling Qingyan could clearly sense that at this moment, the distance between the three of them and the young man had become extremely far. The young man's muttering was also very low, and looking at Fan Yiran and Liu Yanran's unchanged expressions beside him, it was clear that they were completely unaware of the young man's sinister mutterings.

  At this moment, Ling Qingyan also knew that this sound should be the feedback from his extended consciousness... However, Ling Qingyan was puzzled, as he had explored his previous consciousness before and didn't have such an ability. Suddenly, a bright light flashed in his mind, could it be...

  Ling Qing suddenly thought of the other day at home, because of curiosity, he often calmed down and tried to see if he could clearly enter the dazed state as before, that is, his consciousness completely entered the sea of consciousness.

  After three or four attempts, although it was not as imagined, Ling Qingyan finally vaguely sensed the existence of the snake and Qilin in the sea of consciousness. Although it was not as clear as when he was unconscious before, he could also slightly absorb the "fog" released by the two creatures' struggle during his wakefulness to strengthen his own consciousness.

  Such progress was beyond Ling Qingyan's expectations. He never thought that the absorption of "fog" in the sea of consciousness during his recent lucid moments would allow his own consciousness to grow further, even granting him the ability to eavesdrop on others' conversations.

  Just as I was about to completely withdraw my consciousness——

  "That little kid must be the new inner disciple that old man Fan Yiran brought back... Hmph! But a newcomer, actually daring to get so close to Sister Liu, it seems like we'll have to give him some good training in the future!"

  A voice suddenly emerged in the sea of consciousness, and a hint of anger appeared on Ling Qing's slightly immature face. This young man, just because he saw himself walking close to Yanran for the first time, actually made up his mind about him! Such a ruthless person, has no idea how he was taken in as an inner disciple by the Tianjian Sect...

  "Who was that person just now?"

  Ling Qingyan completely withdrew his extended consciousness, slowly calming down his furious mood, and asked the girl beside him.

  Upon hearing this, Liu Yanran slightly furrowed her delicate eyebrows, "Qingyan, little brother, you should call me sister! You're talking about Wen Yi..."

  "Plague?!"

  Upon hearing this, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but interrupt Liu Yanran's words in shock. For a moment, he even doubted whether he had misheard.

  "Haha! It's Wen Yi..."

  But it was Fan Yiran who heard Ling Qingyan's doubts and directly opened his mouth with a smile, apparently he also knew why Ling Qingyan was so suspicious. Then the voice gradually turned low, "However, Ling Xiaozi, you'd better be careful about that Wen Yi in the future, try to stay away from him as much as possible, that kid is not a good thing. Because his grandfather is the head of the sect's discipline elder, with an extremely high status, he has been arrogant and domineering since childhood, except for us old guys, no one can put him in his eyes..."

  "In these years, several outer sect female disciples' chastity were ruined by his hands. If it weren't for the fact that his grandfather was a Precept Elder and he only messed with outer sect disciples, he would have been killed who knows how many times already. Hmph, Precept Elder..."

  Ling Qingyan nodded slightly. From the mouth of Jian Sword Elder Fan Yiran, Ling Qingyan could also understand Fan Yiran's dissatisfaction with that Precept Elder.

  Also, as a Vinaya elder, in charge of the temple's precepts, his own grandson repeatedly commits offenses, which is indeed a case of name not matching reality.

  Ling Qingyan didn't know that if it weren't for the special status of this term's Precept Master in the sect, just because he covered up his own grandson, he would have been abolished countless times.

  "Crown Prince, Party..."

  In Ling Qing's mind, the word from his previous life suddenly appeared. He didn't think that even in this Zhongwu Continent where martial arts were revered as supreme, such people still existed.

  PS: Brothers and sisters, come and give some recommendation tickets ~ Next chapter, the master of Tianjian Sect will appear ~ Let me reveal to everyone first that Qingyan's master is neither the Sword-holding Elder nor the Master of Tianjian Sect ~