Junior Sister must ascend this time!

Yun Qing looked at the elite disciple who had spoken and asked, "May I ask what this senior brother's name is?"

The elite disciple's lips curled up on one side. He really was a good-for-nothing from the sect. He didn't dare to fight back when mocked like this. His first reaction was to ask for his name. Could it be that he wanted to get close to him and curry favor with him?

He leaned against the railing, his tone dismissive, "Remember, my name is Ji Ming."

"So it's Senior Brother Ji Ming." Yun Qing said sincerely, "He truly lives up to his name!"

Ji Ming frowned, feeling that these words didn't sound pleasant coming from her. "I'm warning you, don't try anything funny!"

"How could that be?" Yun Qing said humbly. "Senior Brother Ji is right. Our strength is so poor, yet the Immortal Alliance is still willing to train us with the other senior brothers. They are giving us an opportunity. We should cherish it and absolutely not try anything funny to offend them."

"So, we've prepared some gifts and would like to take this opportunity to give them to our senior brothers. We hope you will take good care of us."

Ji Ming snorted coldly. Just as he had guessed, these good-for-nothings dared not offend them at all and could only tuck their tails between their legs to curry favor. What use was their high talent?

Yun Qing and the others each held a storage bag in their hands, and said mysteriously, "Could you senior brothers come a little closer? These are all treasures collected by our sect, and our sect leader said that he must personally deliver them to you."

Several elite disciples hesitated, exchanged glances, and none of them made a move.

"Senior brothers, are you perhaps afraid we're playing a trick on you?" Yun Qing asked innocently. "This flying boat is Immortal Alliance territory. Even if we wanted it, we wouldn't have the guts. Since... you don't want it, then we'll just have to keep it..."

Seeing that the group was really going to put away their storage bags, Ji Ming quickly pulled Mo Weiqing, the leader of the elite disciples, forward. The other disciples, seeing that their leader had stepped forward, naturally followed suit.

Only Su Han silently retreated several steps. Yun Qing's familiar smile and familiar actions... he wouldn't go and throw his life away.

Sure enough, when the other nine elite disciples stepped forward, Yun Qing and the others almost simultaneously pulled out magical artifacts, talismans, poison powder, and even shovels from their storage bags and attacked the nine disciples in the face.

Explosions and screams echoed throughout the room.

Mo Weiqing was able to become the leader of the elite disciples because his reaction speed and movement were much faster than Ji Ming and the others. He turned around and dodged the shovel that Yun Qing slapped down.

He simply turned around and ended up in front of Ling Yue, who felt uninvolved because he had too many teammates.

Ling Yue looked at Mo Weiqing standing in front of him in a daze, then looked at his teammates, and then without hesitation took out the alchemy furnace and smashed it hard on the back of his head.

"Thump!"

With a loud bang, Mo Weiqing's vision went black instantly. If he hadn't been used to carrying defensive magic artifacts, he would have died here today.

Su Han watched from behind, wincing in disbelief. Luckily, she was smart enough not to go up.

Suddenly, Yun Qing looked at him. Su Han felt a chill run down his spine, and then he collapsed with his tongue lolling out.

"Ouch! That hurts! I'm dizzy..."

The tricked Ji Ming and the others quickly realized what had happened, jumped back a few steps, and then summoned their magical artifacts.

Ji Ming covered his swollen eye and said fiercely, "You dare to play me! See how I deal with you bunch of arrogant bastards!"

Just as the elite disciples' attack was heading towards Yun Qing and the others, a voice carrying an oppressive aura rang out.

"What are you doing!"

Upon hearing this voice, Ji Ming and the others simultaneously sneered. Elder Hu has arrived; these sect disciples who acted without permission are finished!

It would be best to send them all back, so they won't get in the way of the Immortal Alliance.

Ji Ming quickly stepped forward to complain, "Elder Hu, they..."

But before he could finish speaking, Yun Qing coughed up a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

Behind her, Pei Shubai and the others were all bleeding from the corners of their mouths, covered in wounds, and some even had bruises and swelling on their faces, making them unrecognizable.

Ji Ming's eyes widened in disbelief as he rubbed his face hard. Just a moment ago, these people were perfectly fine; how could they have changed so drastically in the blink of an eye? They even looked more seriously injured than they appeared to be; anyone who didn't know better would think they'd been beaten up…

Elder Hu's face darkened. "What's going on here?! Who gave you permission to engage in a private duel on the flying boat?!"

Yun Qing clutched her chest and staggered to Elder Hu, tears streaming down her face. "Elder Hu, I know our cultivation is inferior to Senior Brother Ji and the others, but we were personally invited by the Alliance Leader to the Immortal Alliance training camp."

"Ever since we boarded the flying boat, Senior Brother Ji and the others have been targeting us with their words and actions. We originally thought we could just endure it. But... but they felt we weren't worthy of going to the Immortal Alliance, so they attacked us, saying that killing us would be as easy as crushing an ant."

Ji Ming was furious. "Stop talking nonsense! I'm telling you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yun Qing wiped away her tears, looked at Elder Hu, and continued in a composed manner, "Since the Immortal Alliance looks down on us, then we might as well go back. Anyway, it's not too far from where our Seven Sects are located..."

Ji Ming sneered, "Then hurry up and go back. Who are you trying to fool with this pitiful act? What? You think we'll try to keep you here..."

"Shut up!"

Elder Hu interrupted him this time. Yun Qing was right about one thing: this place is very close to the territory of the Seven Sects. As long as they send a message back, the leaders of the Seven Sects will arrive soon. They can't afford to ruin things at this time.

Ji Ming and his group are incredibly stupid. Why can't they wait until they get back to the Immortal Alliance to voice their grievances? They have to stir up trouble at this time. Even if he wanted to protect them, there's nothing he could do.

He looked at Ji Ming, "Aren't you guys going to apologize to Yun Qing and the others?"

Ji Ming was shocked by Elder Hu's words and retorted indignantly, "Why should I apologize to these good-for-nothings? No way!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Qing coughed twice, and more blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. "Since the senior brothers don't want to apologize, we won't force them. As for the fact that they injured us, let's just consider it as the senior brothers wanting to spar with us."

As she spoke, she limped toward Elder Hu, saying, "Thank you so much, Elder Hu, for standing up for us. My senior brothers and sisters and I will remember this."

What else could Elder Hu say? If he were to say a single word in defense of Mo Weiqing and the others, he would be slapping himself, no, the Immortal Alliance, in the face!

He had no choice but to follow Yun Qing's lead and ask, "Where are you young friends injured? How serious is it?"

Yun Qing glanced at Ji Ming, then quickly lowered her head, seemingly frightened by him. Her voice trembled, "Elder Hu, you mustn't blame Senior Brother Ji and the others for this. It was our fault..."