The Beauty and the Swordsman

As Pei Lingyou left the Zhenwu Hall and flew away using her light-footed skill, she could clearly hear the laughter of the crowd behind her.

Out of consideration for Pei's reputation as a troublemaker, no one dared to laugh too loudly.

But this still made her, who always cared a lot about her image, feel extremely embarrassed.

She left the palace, unsure of where to go, so she decided to continue searching for Kuang Ye.

She now has a lot of questions to ask Kuang Ye and is determined to find him this time no matter what.

In the past two days, she has searched every inch of the Tongchen Sect, asking everyone she meets, "Hey, have you seen that kid Kuang Ye?"

The disciples of Tongchen Sect who were asked the question, regardless of gender, all looked terrified and tried to avoid it at all costs.

First of all, after so many years in the Tongchen Sect, this was the first time they had heard someone refer to the sect leader as "that kid."

Secondly, over the past two days, most people have already experienced how terrifying Pei Lingyou is.

Therefore, as soon as they saw that eye-catching red figure from afar, the disciples began to push and shove each other, scrambling to hide.

Those who were truly destined to meet Pei Lingyou head-on dared not even raise their heads, only daring to point in a direction.

Pei Lingyou followed the direction of the search, but at each place she went, the disciples said that the sect leader had just been there and had just left.

No matter where she went or how fast she went, she was always just one step behind Kuang Ye.

If Pei Lingyou still can't realize that Kuang Ye is deliberately avoiding her by this point, then she's incredibly stupid.

"Fine," Pei Lingyou said with a wicked grin.

Since you, Kuang Ye, are acting like a shy, timid young man who dares not show his face to anyone, don't blame me, Pei Lingyou, for being ruthless!

A wicked smile crept across her lips as she surveyed the entire Tongchen Sect. A wicked idea, powerful enough to make the entire Huaguang Mountain tremble, was rapidly forming within her.

Not far away, Shou Mo, who had just finished mocking Pei Lingyou's exam paper with everyone in the Zhenwu Hall, passed by and saw Pei Lingyou looking like she was plotting something. For some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but shiver.

Shoumo pondered whether he should discuss with Chen Gui the possibility of assigning several people to keep an eye on Pei Lingyou day and night to prevent her from doing anything out of line again.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he decided to let Pei Lingyou go for the night and deal with her tomorrow.

Little did they know that this "let them go tonight" would lead to an unprecedented disaster for the mountain gate.

As night fell, Shoumo returned to his room to rest as usual.

The Tongchen Sect has nearly a thousand disciples. Apart from the sect elders and the disciples in charge, the others are divided into male and female dormitories, and all live in large shared rooms with twenty people per room.

The disciples practice martial arts diligently every day, and with the recent sweltering heat of late summer, their clothes are soaked with sweat almost every day.

Before going to sleep, the disciples would habitually change out of their dirty clothes and put them into the large dirty clothes basket at the door.

While the children were fast asleep in the early morning, the disciples on duty in the laundry room would push carts to collect the dirty clothes and put the clean clothes back at the door.

Outer robes, inner shirts, and trousers were each placed in a basket, so that the disciples could easily take them out to wear in the morning.

But this night seemed a little unusual.

One disciple, who was a very light sleeper, vaguely heard a small cart carrying clothes come and go twice in the early morning.

No one bothered to get up and check this small detail.

But the next morning, when the disciples got up and went to get their clothes, they were dumbfounded—

The clean laundry baskets piled up at the entrance contained only shirts, no trousers.

The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment and walked out of their rooms, only to find that all sixty-odd rooms in the men's quarters were exactly the same.

The more than six hundred male disciples were only wearing inner shirts and outer robes, their thighs and crotches bare, trembling blankly, looking just like a group of philanderers who had fled in panic from some shady place.

The group looked at each other, taking in each other's disheveled appearance.

On the women's side, the female disciples, having finished washing and dressing as usual, called out from the courtyard gate as they passed the men's quarters, "Senior brothers, let's go together!"

This inevitably means that you will see what's happening inside the courtyard.

When the female disciples saw a large group of male disciples running out in broad daylight without pants, their screams ripped through the sky.

The male disciples then realized what was happening and frantically searched for something to cover themselves.

Some people wrapped their thighs in bedsheets, while others took off their outer robes and tied them around their waists.

Unfortunately, no matter how they tried to block it, they only covered the front and not the back; they could cover their buttocks but not their thighs.

Everyone was in a panic, not knowing what to do, when suddenly they heard a loud and exciting gong coming from not far away.

Looking in the direction of the sound, a bright white flag was slowly rising from the top of the Zhenwu Hall.

Everyone stared intently—

That's not a white flag! It's clearly their underwear! Some lunatic tied them together to make a flag!

"Pei Lingyou! It must be that demon Pei Lingyou!"

Shoumo was so angry that his hands were trembling. He covered himself with two pillowcases, then, disregarding propriety, he rushed out of the men's dormitory with a red face.

Amidst the screams and scattering of the female disciples, he grabbed the closest senior sister and pleaded:

"Dear sister, there are winter clothes in the storeroom in the backyard. Could you please bring us our winter pants to wear first? Please!"

The female disciple covered her eyes and nodded repeatedly. She left for a moment and then returned.

"For some reason, the warehouse has been locked with three heavy brass padlocks, and we can't open it without the key!"

Shoumo was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that it was also Pei Lingyou's masterpiece.

Hearing the increasingly dense and loud drumbeats from the direction of Zhenwu Hall, which seemed like a summons, Shoumo finally gritted his teeth, covered his pillowcase, and ran away.

With one person leading the team, the rest naturally followed.

The male disciples, their faces flushed, hurried past under the astonished and giggling gazes of their female seniors.

Pei Lingyou stood on the roof of the Zhenwu Hall, watching the disciples of the Tongchen Sect gather from all directions. She grinned from ear to ear, and busied herself with drumming and waving flags.

Seeing that the crowd had gathered, the male disciples huddled together on one side, while the female disciples stood on the other side, half-covering their eyes and occasionally whispering and laughing. Pei Lingyou nodded in satisfaction.

She leaped onto the mountain of "underwear" piled high on the roof, leaned casually against the "underwear flag" fluttering in the wind, and her excited voice echoed throughout the hall:

"Those who want to wear underwear, line up now and come to me one by one to get your pants."

These words caused an uproar among the disciples, who all asked each other if they had misheard.

Shoumo clutched his groin and buttocks, furious.

"Pei Lingyou! Are you crazy?! What are you doing with our pants?! This...this...this is outrageous!"

"Hehe..." Pei Lingyou chuckled mischievously, but before she could respond, a person with a dark expression stepped out from the crowd.