Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

Alliance Leader Du asked, "Yue Changhai, what do you have to say?"

Yue Changhai quickly distanced himself from the matter, innocently stating, "Alliance Leader, I expelled this person long ago; it has nothing to do with me."

Is this a case of deliberately denying it to the death?

Alliance Leader Du's face was grim: "The evidence is conclusive. Even if you deny it, it will be of no use. Yue Changhai, the Martial Alliance does not welcome troublemakers. You have two days to leave my Alliance Leader's residence with your Iron Palm Pavilion members."

Yue Changhai froze, then tried to deflect the conflict, letting out a forced laugh: "Alliance Leader Du, this is merely a conflict between the Iron Palm Pavilion and the Sword Casting Manor; it doesn't really concern the entire Martial Alliance, does it?"

Alliance Leader Du glanced at him, his gaze shifting slightly before sweeping over the black-clad men bound hand and foot on the ground: "So you now admit these two are from your Iron Palm Pavilion?"

Yue Changhai's eyes darted around as he carefully considered the pros and cons of the matter. After a moment of contemplation, he admitted, "Yes, Lin Weiqu interfered in my affairs with Nangong Du of Biyue Palace. I was just responding normally, and it wasn't excessive. I never intended to kill them. To put it bluntly, it was just a friendly spar between sects."

Lin Weiqu sneered, "Sparring? What kind of sparring requires someone dressed in black and masked to break into our room in the middle of the night while my junior brother and I are asleep?"

"Our Iron Palm Pavilion's traditional sparring has always been like this. You haven't seen it because you're not knowledgeable enough," Yue Changhai retorted stubbornly.

Alliance Leader Du couldn't help but interrupt: "Enough, your traditions have truly broadened my horizons."

He rarely adopted the demeanor of a martial arts alliance leader, his expression extremely serious: "The martial arts alliance is at a critical juncture in dealing with the Blood Fiend Sect. Those who attack their own people and start a war for personal gain are unacceptable to the martial arts alliance. Yue Changhai, you probably didn't listen to what I said earlier. I will repeat it again: please leave the alliance leader's mansion with all the disciples of the Iron Palm Pavilion."

"If you stay for two days and don't leave..." Alliance Leader Du paused for a moment, then said bluntly, "that won't be a polite invitation."

Yue Changhai felt a pang of panic. Instinctively, he gripped the armrest of the wooden chair, his knuckles turning white, his face maintaining a thin layer of calm. "Alliance Leader Du, you yourself said that this is a crucial time to deal with the Blood Fiend Sect. Is it really worth it for such a small matter?" He then glanced at Lin Weiqu and Alliance Leader Du, his words carrying a hidden meaning, "Or are you afraid of the Sword Forging Manor? Worried about losing their support?"

"What kind of talk is this?" Alliance Leader Du laughed angrily. "Don't try to understand the friendship between the Martial Alliance and the Sword Forging Manor with your filthy mind."

Qiao Yanyin was also present. She stood up at the right time, clasped her hands, and performed a traditional martial arts greeting: "The attitude of the Sword Casting Manor towards the Blood Fiend Sect has always been consistent with that of the Martial Alliance. This is true for me, Qiao Yanyin, my senior brother Lin Weiqu, and my four junior brothers and sisters."

Alliance Leader Du's face softened, and he said in a comforting tone, "Young Hero Qiao, rest assured. It was I who sent people to the Martial Alliance to ask the Sword Forging Manor for assistance. The Martial Alliance will not be swayed by such despicable provocations."

The Martial Alliance and the Sword Casting Manor remained steadfast and unaffected. Isolated and besieged on all sides, Yue Changhai suddenly realized that he had made a terrible mistake and ruined everything.

In the past, Yue Changhai was very powerful and influential in the Iron Palm Pavilion. Apart from his father, no one in the entire pavilion dared to disobey him. He became complacent and carried away with his success.

Before I left, my father repeatedly told me to control my temper...

Yue Changhai's heart skipped a beat, and he was filled with regret.

Without wasting words, Alliance Leader Du, displaying his last shred of composure, said, "Please."

Yue Changhai returned to the courtyard in a daze, recalling that it was after the appearance of that woman named Peng Shan that he was continuously provoked.

Yes, it's true that he had a problem with not controlling his temper, but wasn't it also right for Peng Shan to further provoke him?

Yue Changhai, his face full of anger, turned and left, inwardly cursing Peng Shan several times. Because of her, he was expelled from the Alliance Leader's Mansion, and Peng Shan would not have an easy time either.

After resolving Yue Changhai's matter, Lin Weiqu and Qiao Yanyin left the council hall.

The following day, discussions continued regarding the campaign against the Blood Fiend Sect.

Once the manual arrived, Chu Zhuo officially began practicing martial arts. He grasped the concepts quickly and achieved considerable results in just two days.

Ying Ming's private investigation had yielded some clues, so he no longer concealed his identity: "Alliance Leader Du, I have something to say."

Alliance Leader Du raised his arm slightly: "Young Hero Luan, please speak."

Ying Ming said, "Regarding the Blood Fiend Sect, my men have already uncovered some information."

Alliance Leader Du's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and he tentatively asked, "May I ask which sect or school Young Hero Luan comes from?"

"The leader of the Shadow Gate," Ying Ming announced his background.

Everyone gasped, and all sorts of gazes subtly peered over.

The Shadow Sect is famous for its lightness skills, and it is neither righteous nor evil. It is said that its leader has an unpredictable temperament, which makes everyone suspicious.

This... Luan Yingming doesn't seem unpredictable at all. Standing next to Nie Chuzhuo of the Sword Casting Manor, he looks like a wolf that has been soothed, showing no trace of the rumors.

After two elders of the Thousand Machines Pavilion went missing last time, Chu Zhuo and Ying Ming discussed taking action in secret and sent the top-ranked members of the Shadow Sect in terms of lightness skills to investigate the disappearance of the Thousand Machines Pavilion elders.

The Shadow Gate's lightness skills are superb; they come and go without a trace, making them relatively easy to find.

Alliance Leader Du immediately showed obvious delight: "Sect Leader Luan, please speak."

Ying Ming said, "Following the direction where the Thousand Machines Pavilion elder went missing, we discovered something unusual at the bottom of a cliff..."

Chu Zhuo and Ying Ming were in contact with each other. After he finished speaking, Chu Zhuo added, "Passing through the water, deep inside the cave, there are many tattered clothes. Judging from their appearance, they match the clothing of the missing sect disciples. The clothes are arranged in strange shapes."

After speaking, Chu Zhuo took out a piece of paper from his lapel, unfolded it, and showed it to everyone.

Qiao Yanyin slowly explained, "Alliance Leader, I once saw this formation in a book of anecdotes in the library of the Sword Casting Manor. It's called the 'Dry Bone Pagoda Formation,' which cleverly uses the clothes worn by people to set up the formation..."

Everyone gradually quieted down to listen to her.

After hearing Qiao Yanyin's description, Alliance Leader Du was so angry that his beard trembled. He clenched his fist and slammed it on the table with a loud thud, accompanied by his furious outburst: "Where in this world can you get all the benefits without lifting a finger! It's truly evil and crooked, doing things that go against human nature."

The various sects exchanged views, their faces flashing with strong condemnation.

After the sun had set and they finished their lunch, the heroes and warriors exchanged their thoughts.

*

After that day, Yue Changhai left the Alliance Leader's Mansion. Before leaving, he spoke with Peng Shan and destroyed most of her jewelry and clothes.

Peng Shan was furious and turned to find Alliance Leader Du to stand up for her, only to find that Yue Changhai was no longer at the Alliance Leader's residence.

After explaining why Yue Changhai had been driven away, Chief Du found himself empty-handed on both ends. Peng Shan was furious and did not attend the discussion meetings for several days.

But she wasn't a particularly influential person to begin with, and after several days of not seeing her, no one came looking for her.

The contrast was too great, and Peng Shan had the idea of ​​packing her things and leaving several times. But then she thought that if she left in such a dejected manner, people would probably laugh at her behind her back.

Peng Shan was used to being flattered and endured it all. One day, she glanced at the plaque of the Alliance Leader's Mansion, curled her lip, and muttered under her breath, "The so-called leader of the martial arts alliance is nothing special. He has no manners at all."

She was about to buy some new jewelry when she entered a shop and was picking out a hairpin when she unexpectedly heard a strange man's voice behind her.

"Young hero, I find your bearing quite impressive. Would you be willing to make my acquaintance?"

Peng Shan turned her head and glanced at him. She didn't recognize him, but the man's tone was respectful when he addressed her as "Young Hero," showing he had good judgment. Feeling pleased, she replied, "Who are you?"

The visitor's expression remained unchanged as he began to chat with Peng Shan.

After several conversations, Peng Shan became more and more satisfied. This person understood her so well; he was practically her soulmate.

Their relationship gradually became closer.

The timeline is vaguely described; Peng Shan is being used by several cults, but it's unclear who exactly they are.

Chu Zhuo was busy participating in the Martial Alliance's fight against the Blood Fiend Sect while keeping a close eye on Peng Shan's movements. At the same time, he also kept up with his martial arts training, practicing the Wind and Cloud Nine Heavens Technique. He was as busy as a spinning top.

"The fifth level is located in the middle, serving as a bridge between the previous and subsequent levels. Breaking through it will be more difficult than the previous fourth level..." Ying Ming poured a glass of water and handed it to the boy across the table.

"Understood." Chu Zhuo took the cup and drank it all in one gulp, then slammed it onto the table. He straightened up again, picked up his longsword, and performed a beautiful sword flourish.

The longsword moved with the agility of a dragon in his hands, its flashes creating afterimages, and then— *clang*.

For a moment, the flower seemed to come alive.