Fairy, don't be afraid, I'm about to begin my strategy.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Shen Mo did not do anything more unreasonable to Lin Zhixia, but there was also a slight sense of disappointment in their hearts.

"Who are you? How could you do this... You... you're not dead?"

The Taoist in the green robe walked up to Shen Mo and was about to question him loudly when he saw his face clearly. He was so shocked that he swallowed his words.

He forced himself to remain calm, then turned around and glared menacingly at the audience below.

"Guards, take her away immediately!"

Han Cheng was about to step forward upon hearing the sound.

"Hello!"

Shen Mo swaggered up to the Taoist priest in the green robe and asked, "Which sect are you from?"

"I...I am Wang Rui, the senior disciple of the outer sect..."

He paused halfway through his sentence; wouldn't such a question-and-answer format be beneath his dignity?

Wang Rui flicked his sleeve and said, "Take her away immediately! What kind of behavior is this, disrupting the immortal's morning sermon?"

Shen Mo pressed closer, pressing his finger firmly against Wang Rui's chest with a contemptuous look, "Oh, so you're just a little punk."

Seeing Shen Mo's actions, everyone attending the morning class gasped, their mouths agape as if they could fit an entire egg inside.

Han Cheng, who had just stepped out of the crowd, stood there stunned. "She's so brave!"

If Shen Mo was seen flirting with Lin Zhixia, everyone would just think she was incredibly audacious and wish they were the ones who had done it.

But daring to be so disrespectful to his senior brother Wang Rui is a death sentence.

"you……"

Wang Rui was so angry that he was speechless for a moment. As the senior disciple of the outer sect, no one had dared to speak to him like that for many years.

Shen Mo's interruption of He Daoren's sermon had already caused him, as the senior disciple, to lose face.

If the current situation is not handled properly, He Daoren might make things difficult for us again.

Especially since he practices martial arts in private, He Daoren doesn't know how he'll punish him!

Thinking of this, Wang Rui felt a surge of anger. He glanced at him almost imperceptibly and noticed that He Daoren's brows were slightly furrowed and his face showed displeasure.

Before Wang Rui could make his next move, Shen Mo put her hands on her hips, struck a pose as if she were the most important person in the world, and casually uttered a remark.

"Ha, te!"

The saliva splattered onto Wang Rui's spotless Cloud-Stepping Boots, landing precisely on the pattern on one side of the boot and dripping down the surface.

Tick, tick.

Each drop of saliva shimmered with a crystal-clear light under the sunlight, as if mercilessly mocking Wang Rui.

Wang Rui's anger, which he had already suppressed, surged up again.

He clenched his fist and suddenly flicked his sleeve, unleashing a burst of true energy. Shen Mo was sent flying backward, crashing into a corner like a kite with a broken string.

A piercing pain struck, and Shen Mo tried several times but couldn't get up.

He hadn't expected the game to be so realistic. He quickly glanced at the game settings and saw that the pain level was set to 100%.

Shen Mo hurriedly adjusted the pain sensitivity to 50%, but then felt it was not right and adjusted it to 20%.

On his second attempt, Shen Mo was able to stand up.

Wang Rui frowned slightly. He had just used at least 3% of his strength, which was enough to nearly kill this crazy woman.

He was quite surprised that the other person could still stand up.

Lingyun Sect is, after all, a righteous immortal sect, and everything must be done according to the rules.

In front of so many disciples, Wang Rui couldn't bring himself to kill them, especially with Daoist He watching.

The authoritative image he had built up over the years could not be easily destroyed by this crazy woman in one day. As for how to kill her in private, that was fine with him.

Shen Mo glanced at his health bar; it was down by more than half. That was a really ruthless attack.

A glance at the personal information section immediately sparked an idea.

He tore his clothes, disheveled his long hair, and with all his might, screamed at the top of his lungs.

"My senior brother... he's such a hypocritical bastard! He always acts like a gentleman, but he actually... groped me in front of everyone! He's ruined my reputation, I... I have no face to live anymore!"

"you……"

Wang Rui was trembling with rage, wishing he could chop Shen Mo to pieces with a single sword stroke.

Shen Mo's unexpected move stunned everyone, making them realize that they had never seen so many interesting things in all their years at Lingyun Sect. It was truly spectacular.

If it weren't for the consideration of the senior disciple and the inner sect elder, everyone would have been able to clap and cheer.

After all, it's quite a feat to make Senior Brother Wang Rui lose face in the outer sect of Lingyun Sect.

Wang Rui, as the senior disciple of the outer sect of Lingyun Sect, is a man of deep cunning and skillful means, and is extremely adept at playing both sides.

Whether they are inner sect masters or outer sect disciples, at least on the surface, there is nothing wrong with them.

However, this person is very vengeful, and if you don't do what he wants, you can forget about having a good time.

With the connections he had cultivated over the years, it would be incredibly easy for him to destroy a new disciple with no background. He wouldn't even need to put in much effort; his henchmen would handle the job perfectly.

At this moment, many disciples present had some complaints about Wang Rui, but due to his power, they dared not be angry or speak out.

Seeing that Wang Rui was about to go berserk, Shen Mo used Han Cheng, who was walking towards him, as cover and suddenly pounced on He Daoren's side, constantly snuggling into his arms.

"Immortal Master, you must do justice for me! My senior brother... he takes advantage of his noble status and profound cultivation to run rampant in the sect."

"If female disciples resisted even slightly, he would threaten and coerce them, even forcing them to...warm his bed and serve him in bed; if male disciples refused to submit, he would use force to extort so-called 'offerings,' causing immense suffering to everyone in the outer sect!"

Squeezing out a few tears, Shen Mo looked at Daoist He with teary eyes, "Immortal Master, you have always been just and upright, and your virtue benefits all living beings. We disciples can only rely on you to set things right and restore a peaceful place for our sect to cultivate!"

Shen Mo's accusations were so moving and emotionally charged that even an outsider who didn't believe them would have to think twice.

As he finished speaking, he spat a mouthful of foul blood onto He Daoren's snow-white, gilded Taoist robe, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

I had no idea what Wang Rui was like or how quiet he usually was, but when it comes to throwing dirty water, he would naturally say the most offensive things, and coincidentally, he actually hit the nail on the head a few times.

"You...you're talking nonsense..."

Wang Rui's eyes were already filled with murderous intent. If he hadn't retained a shred of reason, he would have wanted to tear Shen Mo to pieces right now.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife; Wang Rui's own hands are indeed not clean.

At this moment, Shen Mo, who had fallen into He Daoren's arms, had a strange glint in his eyes. Under the cover of his robes, he inadvertently grasped a bulging bag in his hand. Although he didn't know what it was, he was sure it was something good.

Shen Mo was thinking about how to quietly take the bag away...

"Okay!"

A soft shout interrupted Wang Rui's words.

With a gentle flick of his wrist, He Daoren pushed Shen Mo away without any resistance. "Someone, take this female disciple away to treat her injuries. Junior Brother Wang, you went too far!"

He Daoren was indeed somewhat displeased at being interrupted in his preaching, but things developed in a way that far exceeded his expectations, which aroused his great interest.

He didn't stop Shen Mo when he lunged at him, and the mouthful of blood that stained his Taoist robe was something he hadn't expected.

It's pointless to challenge a new disciple, and there's no profit to be made from him, but Wang Rui is a different story.

Hearing He Daoren's accusatory tone, Wang Rui panicked visibly. "Immortal He, don't listen to her nonsense, she's just a madwoman..."

"Alright, this disciple has disrupted the morning lesson order, but considering it's his first offense, his disciple benefits will be confiscated for three months."

"Master He, I..."

"That's enough for now, let's continue with our morning class, cough..."

Suddenly, He Daoren's face flushed, and he couldn't help but cough lightly. Seeing that no one noticed anything amiss, he waved his sleeve, and his true energy surged, causing the bloodstains on his Daoist robe to disappear without leaving a trace.

Meanwhile, Shen Mo, who had been pulled away by Han Cheng, was fiddling with something under his wide Taoist robe, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.