This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Wang Jingshu looked at Cang Que quietly, seemingly with no intention of stopping.

Cang Que's gaze swept across Wang Jing Shu's face, slightly taken aback, and for a moment he was momentarily lost in thought.

"Holy Son, quickly seize this person! She dares to harm me for no reason..."

When Ji Heng saw Cang Que arrive, he immediately became bolder and jumped out, pointing at Wang Jing Shu.

"Shut up..."

Cang Que did not do as he said, but instead turned around and scolded him.

At this moment, the other members of the Qingyun Sword Sect also arrived one after another after hearing the commotion.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, everyone drew their swords, ready to fight at any moment.

But Wang Jingshu remained calm, her hands behind her back, looking at everyone without the slightest fear.

Cang Que saw this and couldn't help but admire it.

"What an extraordinary woman..."

This was the first time he had ever met a woman with such extraordinary bearing.

In comparison, he even felt that the elders of the Qingyun Sword Sect at the ninth level of heaven did not possess such an aura.

This made Cang Que look at him with new respect.

"Everyone, step back and put your swords away..."

Cang Que turned to the other disciples and scolded them.

They dared not disobey the Holy Son's command.

Only Ji Heng, still gripping his sword, retorted:

"Senior Brother Holy Son, she..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cang Que raised his hand and pressed down, and a terrifying aura descended from the sky, directly pressing Ji Heng to the ground, causing him great pain.

Cang Que coldly looked at Ji Heng and said:

"Can't you understand what I, the Holy Son, am saying?"

Ji Heng was terrified. He finally realized that the Holy Son was the number one person under the Holy Lord. He had the power to be second only to the Holy Lord in the Qingyun Sword Sect. Even if he was a member of a powerful family in the sect, the Holy Son still had the right to execute him.

"This disciple dares not presume, please forgive me, Holy Son Senior Brother..."

Seeing that Ji Heng admitted his mistake, Cang Que finally let go.

Then he pulled her up and brought her in front of Wang Jingshu, saying:

"Miss, it is my Qingyun Sword Sect's failure to discipline its disciples that has allowed this unfilial disciple to offend you. Please forgive him this time, as he has not yet committed a serious offense. I will definitely take him back and punish him severely."

Having said that, Cang Que turned to look at Ji Heng and said in a cold voice:

"Admit your mistake..."

Where was Ji Heng's arrogance at this moment?

All they could do was keep admitting their mistakes and begging for forgiveness.

Wang Jingshu looked at Cang Que in surprise, not expecting that this Holy Son of the Holy Sect would have such magnanimity.

As the heir to the colossal Qingyun Sword Sect, he is arguably one of the most prestigious figures in Lizhou and even the entire Xuan Domain.

Which of these people didn't grow up surrounded by flattery and sycophancy from childhood?

Who among them hasn't long been accustomed to being high and mighty and looking down on everyone else?

It's truly remarkable that he could maintain such a high level of composure.

Of course, there might be some reason for this being due to fear of her strength, but if this holy son is used to looking down on everyone, he wouldn't be so polite even if he fears her strength.

This shows that he is a humble and unassuming person.

Since that's the case, Wang Jingshu had no reason to continue making trouble, so she spoke up:

"Let's drop this matter and leave..."

After saying that, Wang Jingshu went inside the house.

As she turned around, Cang Que instinctively took a step forward for some reason.

"Wait a minute..."

Cang Que suddenly spoke.

Wang Jingshu stopped and turned around, frowning as she said:

"What? Is there something else?"

Cang Que was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little embarrassed.

He stammered:

"As the saying goes... no friendship is formed without a fight. I am Cang Que from the Qingyun Sword Sect. May I ask your name, young lady?"

Wang Jingshu's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the good impression Cang Que had just built in her mind vanished.

"We're complete strangers, and we'll never cross paths again, so I don't think it's necessary to tell you my name..."

After saying that, Wang Jingshu didn't give Cang Que a chance to continue speaking. She went straight back to her room and slammed the door shut.

Cang Que looked at the tightly closed door with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

But he didn't say anything, and turned to look at the other disciples, saying:

"What are you waiting for? Go back..."

The group exchanged awkward glances.

No one dared to speak; they could only bury their heads and walk back.

Ji Heng turned back to look at Wang Jingshu's door, gritting his teeth, his eyes filled with malice.

"Smack..."

With a sharp crack, Cang Que slapped Ji Heng on the back of the head.

"What are you looking at? What else do you want? Are you going to run home and call your grandpa to vent your anger for you?"

"In recent years, the Qingyun Sword Sect has become increasingly alienated from the people, all because of self-important spoiled brats like you..."

Having said that, Cang Que stormed off, muttering to himself as he turned away:

"Otherwise, Senior Brother Ye wouldn't have perished within the cave..."

Ji Heng dared not show any more dissatisfaction and could only bury his head and go back.

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In the other room, Wang Jingshu leaned against the door, her back to him, as if a sword was floating in front of her, her eyes fixed on the front, her face full of vigilance.

About ten steps in front of her stood an old man.

It was the Earth Immortal realm expert who led the team from the Qingyun Sword Sect.

"Your scent seems familiar..."

The old man suddenly spoke up for no apparent reason.

Wang Jingshu immediately thought of her master; perhaps this person had seen her master before.

"Who is Li Daoxuan to you?"

Sure enough, the old man spoke up and asked.

Wang Jingshu straightened her posture and cupped her hands in greeting:

"It is indeed my master. So you are an old friend of my master. May I ask what your instructions are?"

The old man was none other than Ye Yuan, the patriarch of the Qingyun Sword Sect.

Upon hearing that Wang Jingshu was actually Li Daoxuan's disciple, Ye Yuan's eyes sharpened noticeably.

However, it returned to normal in an instant.

But Wang Jingshu still noticed this subtle change.

Ye Yuan stared at Wang Jingshu for a long time, and a powerful pressure enveloped every corner of the room.

Wang Jingshu remained unmoved, standing still in the same spot.

The magical power within her body was becoming increasingly active, seemingly showing signs of breaking through its limits and beginning to form her core.

However, Wang Jingshu was unwilling to form her core just like that, and instead tried her best to suppress it.

Ye Yuan was greatly shocked to see that Wang Jingshu, who was clearly not an Earth Immortal, could remain calm under his pressure.

Recalling Li Daoxuan's terror, I couldn't help but feel somewhat unwilling.

This master and disciple are both incredibly talented.

If we were to forcibly kill Wang Jingshu here today, I wonder if it would be a good thing or a disaster for the Qingyun Sword Sect.

Wang Jingshu also sensed the faint killing intent emanating from Ye Yuan. A protective talisman she had hidden close to her body was quietly activated, and she connected with a Five Elements Escape Talisman through her mind, silently reciting the incantation for the Immovable Shadow technique.

If Ye Yuan makes any move, she will not hesitate to use any means to leave this place.

This oppressive atmosphere lasted for a long time, then suddenly, the oppressive feeling throughout the room dissipated.

The faint killing intent emanating from Ye Yuan also disappeared.

Wang Jingshu still dared not be negligent, staring intently at him without moving.

Ye Yuan chuckled lightly and said calmly:

"Don't worry, I wouldn't stoop to bullying the weak..."

After saying that, Ye Yuan's figure transformed into a streak of sword light and disappeared through the window.

Only then did Wang Jingshu finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But she still held the Five Elements Escape Talisman firmly in her fingers, never letting go.