I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 247 Unreasonable (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Jiang Yurong stood by the window upstairs at Anxianju, her gaze passing through the bustling square and fixed on the arena half-hidden by the shadow of the Hundred Refinement Stele.

The girl in red lazily played the zither, her fingertips plucking the strings, her sword energy surging, forcing the madman from Bai Cang Valley to his knees and kowtow.

The red figure stung Jiang Yurong's eyes, and her fingertips unconsciously gripped the windowsill. She never expected that her daughter would appear here.

Jiang Yurong suddenly realized where Danxi's previous strange behavior came from.

"Senior sister, you have really given me a big surprise."

Her daughter, who used to wear only plain clothes, now wears a red robe fluttering in the wind, with a striking red sliver in her black hair, and even her lips are so bright they seem to be on fire.

What disappointed her even more was that she had completely disregarded the purity and dedication of a sword cultivator.

Using a zither to control a sword? Isn't that redundant? How could she even think of that!
Not only is she destroying her own sword spirit, but she's also raising demon spirits and learning all sorts of nonsensical spells. Is she trying to ruin her future?!
"Bastard thing!"

Jiang Yurong's body condensed into frost, and she was about to go down and take Jiang Yi away when a silver whip, like a snake, attacked from behind.

Snapped!
Jiang Yurong raised her hand and grabbed the silver whip. Looking up, she saw Danxi, dressed in fiery red, leaning against the carved screen with a playful smile on her lips.

"Since you're here, why didn't you come looking for me first? Are you hiding here peeking at me to give me a surprise?"

Jiang Yurong lashed out with the whip, her brows furrowed like swords. "Shouldn't Senior Sister give me an explanation?"

Danxi slowly rolled up the silver whip and hung it back on her waist. She walked slowly to the window, exaggeratedly stretched her neck and glanced down a few times, then nudged Jiang Yurong with her elbow.

"How about it? My crane shadow is just as good as your phoenix shadow, isn't it?"

Just then, the door burst open, and Luo Qingsi stormed in, sword in hand. Her eyes were blank but revealed a stubborn ruthlessness. Without saying a word, she jumped up and slashed Danxi on the head with her sword.

"Don't harm my sect leader!"

Danxi glanced at the corner of her eye and casually caught the incoming sword between her fingers. Luo Qingsi blushed and tried to pull the sword, but the blade did not budge.

"Step back!" Jiang Yurong shouted coldly.

"Oh!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Qingsi immediately let go and obediently turned to leave. However, after taking only two steps, she suddenly turned back and snatched the sword from Danxi's hand.

"Give it back! It's mine!"

Danxi raised an eyebrow, refusing to let go. "Just because you say it's yours doesn't mean it is. Why don't you call it and see if it responds?"

These words were ostensibly meant to tease Luo Qingsi, but were actually a veiled attack on Jiang Yurong.

Luo Qingsi stubbornly said, "Master said that sword cultivators must never let go of their swords."

Danxi couldn't help but chuckle, deliberately brandishing her sword to tease her, "I'm not returning it, what can you do about it?"

Luo Qingsi frowned in deep thought, then suddenly remembered her master's teachings, "You wait here! I'll go find Senior Sister!"

She was unaware that her senior sister, who always protected her, had already passed away. Xu Manxiu only told her that her senior sister had gone on a long journey and had not returned, just like those long periods of secluded cultivation in the past.

Jiang Yurong suddenly made a move, snatching the longsword from Danxi's hand and throwing it to Luo Qingsi.

As the girl accepted the sword, she didn't forget to glare fiercely at Danxi, "Ten years from now, I'll come back for revenge!"

After saying that, she hugged her sword and left.

Jiang Yurong waved her sleeve, and several sword energies instantly formed an array, sealing the entire room completely.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Danxi leisurely lifted the hem of her dress, leaned lazily against the armchair, and lightly tapped the armrest with her fingertips.

"Last time I saw you, Alliance Leader Jiang, weren't you indifferent to your daughter's matter? You said that if she wanted to go back, she would go back naturally. Why are you so distraught today after seeing someone who looks similar?"

Danxi's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"You, the dignified leader of the Immortal Alliance, do you have two faces?"

Jiang Yurong's jaw tightened, she tilted her head and took a deep breath, and when she turned her gaze back, her eyes had regained their clarity.

Danxi continued, "Today I also want to tell you clearly that your Fengying is dead. Now before you is my disciple, Jiang Heying, whom I, Luo Danqing, have respectfully declared to Heaven and Earth and who has been recognized by the Heavenly Dao."

Jiang Yurong said coldly, "Do you really think I can't even recognize my own daughter?"

Danxi smiled mischievously and gestured for them to proceed.

"Alright, then tell me, how does my eighteen-year-old disciple, with dual earth and wood spiritual roots, who cultivates demon-controlling techniques and has not a trace of sword energy in her body, match your daughter who is over fifty years old and whose sword energy soars to the sky, apart from her appearance?"

"Even if you argue until the end, they're not alone. Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're the leader of the Immortal Alliance. The Immortal Alliance isn't your personal fiefdom. If you continue to push your luck, I'll still find a way to sue you!" "You!"

Jiang Yurong's knuckles turned white from clenching her fists. She suddenly turned and looked out the window. Her Nascent Soul stage divine sense swept across the square like a tide, thoroughly examining the red figure on the arena.

Jiang Yurong herself was taken aback upon seeing this.

There was truly no sword energy within her body; instead, there was extremely pure earth and wood true essence, along with a special true energy without any attribute.

Does she no longer have a fire elemental root?

Jiang Yurong's throat bobbed, her gaze fixed on the girl's fingertips plucking the strings.

Just now, a sharp sword aura clearly burst forth from the Seven Strings, but now it has vanished without a trace. The sword aura did not come from her body, so where did it come from?

What shocked Jiang Yurong even more was that the body's bone age was exactly as Danxi had said, clearly the youthful appearance of an eighteen-year-old, with even the corners of the eyes and eyebrows radiating vitality.

In Jiang Yurong's memory, Jiang Yi was always stern and cold, only occasionally showing a slight smile when he was fighting with Liu Taozhi and the younger generation of disciples in the sect.

At this moment, the girl in red on the arena laughed freely, like a red maple growing freely in the mountains, rather than a proud pine tree on the summit of Xuan Ying Sword Sect.

But the tremor deep within her bloodline couldn't be faked; it was Yi'er, whom she had watched grow up and taught step by step until now.

How can a person change so much all of a sudden? It's only been eight years.

"What did you do to her? Did you tamper with her soul or memories?"

puff--

Danxi, who was drinking tea, spat out her tea as she remembered Jiang Yi's threats to her, saying that she would tell Jiang Yurong that she had kidnapped her and that she would erase her memory and brainwash her.

No, Jiang Yurong, you actually believe that!

Danxi felt wronged. It was clearly that little fox who ran up to her, swaying and twisting, trying to seduce her and plot against her!
With three resounding kowtows, the heavens responded with a thunderous roar, leaving her no room for regret!
Danxi coughed and wiped the tea stains from her lips. "Jiang Yurong, you've never really seen your daughter clearly, nor have you ever seen me clearly! Do you really think I'm such a filthy and despicable person?"

Jiang Yurong's gaze shifted slightly downwards, landing on the faint scar on Danxi's cheek. Her expression remained unchanged, and everything was self-evident.

Danxi's cheeks flushed, but she stubbornly insisted, "I, Luo Danqing, have always acted with integrity and would never stoop to such despicable behavior! What is mine will come to me even if separated by mountains and rivers; what is not mine will not stay long even if imprisoned in a golden cage!"

Ignoring the veiled meaning in Danxi's words, Jiang Yurong said in a deep voice, "She is my daughter. If we hadn't met, it would have been fine, but now that we have, I can no longer let her ruin her future. I will take her back and guide her back to the right path she should be on!"

Danxi exploded upon hearing this, "You think you can just take her back like that? What if I dug up your parents and said they were going to take you back to their graves? Would you go with them? Besides, she's my disciple. Whether her future is ruined or which path she chooses is none of your business. Even I don't have the final say. Only she can decide her own path!"

"Didn't you choose the path of the sword yourself back then? Why can't you choose your daughter's own path? Before you saw her, you were too scared to go looking for her. Now that you've seen her and found out she hasn't gone astray, you're not only glad she's still alive and well, but you're also pushing your luck?"

"What kind of mother are you? You've already driven her to her death once, isn't that enough? I'm here today to tell you that Feng Ying is dead, and the one standing in front of you now is Jiang Heying!"

"That's my daughter!"

"That's my apprentice!"

"Luo Danqing, you're being completely unreasonable!"

"Hey, I'm not going to talk, what can you do about it? From now on, I'll do nothing but stare at you, I'll drive you crazy!"

Jiang Yurong's chest heaved violently from Danxi's words, and a chill emanated from her body uncontrollably, instantly freezing the entire room with a thick layer of frost.

Upon seeing this, Danxi was startled and took a step forward to grab Jiang Yurong's wrist, continuously channeling scorching fire magic into her body.

"I'm telling you, you're not so easily angered by a few words from me that you'd go berserk, are you? How long have you had this problem with your unstable breathing?"

"open!"

Jiang Yurong suddenly flung her hand away, but Danxi held it firmly in her grasp, and an unnatural crimson tinge appeared in Jiang Yurong's eyes.

"My affairs are none of your business! Get out! All of you, get out! Leave me alone!"

Danxi suddenly sensed something was amiss. Jiang Yurong was indeed more emotionally stable in the Sword Sect than outside. The last time she went to see Jiang Yurong, Jiang Yurong was in the back mountain formation, her heart as still as water, completely different from her current state.

has a problem!
"Come on, Junior Sister Yuhu from the Yuqing Sect happens to be outside Suishi City. Let her take a look at you, so you won't bother my disciple here."

Without a word, Danxi grabbed Jiang Yurong and dragged her outside. Jiang Yurong struggled, but Danxi held her pulse point, and Danxi's martial arts were very effective against her.

"Luo Danqing, let me go!"

"I won't! Go ahead and hit me if you dare! The people from the nine great immortal sects are all here, let them see that you really did attack me first this time!"

"........."

(End of this chapter)