These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Ye Bingluan shook her head.

"It's exactly the same as the information you know. There was no discussion whatsoever, including our argument and his departure. He... probably doesn't even know what I'm going to do. It was my own arbitrary decision, which is why you think it's like I messed up my act and fell into your trap and scheme. Actually, I hope you all think the same way."

"Are you worried that if you don't do this, I won't step in? My foolish sister... are you underestimating your brother, thinking... even if you give in like this, I still can't do it?"

Ye Bingluan finally smiled, a radiant smile as beautiful and crystalline as a snowflake.

"That's roughly the idea... maybe not as easy. But... never mind, you wouldn't understand, this is our family matter, right? On one hand, I want you to step forward yourself, to stand before me, upright and honorable, in armor. On the other hand... this matter doesn't require his involvement, but he probably already thinks of me as that kind of person. It's alright, he'll know my intentions, only he knows... he definitely will."

Ye Yunhen narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming serious and even gloomy, as if his previous confidence was gradually disappearing.

He smelled an even more sinister aura, which made him uneasy and made the short flight of stairs seem to stretch on forever.

"Ye Bingluan, stop playing tricks. You're just spouting empty words after exhausting all your options. The moment you removed Wei Tu from the position of Imperial Preceptor, you lost any chance to turn the tables. I control the capital and its surrounding areas. What chance do you have left? Relying solely on your Imperial Guards? Or the Crimson Dragon Camp outside the North Gate? I control three camps! I hold the majority of military power!"

People only fawn over those in power. Those who seem loyal to you will abandon you when disaster strikes, once the tide turns! They might already be looking for ways to pledge their allegiance to me. Ye Bingluan, my last chance for you is the abdication edict. I will bury you and Wei Tu together. Are you sure you still want to be stubborn?!

Ye Bingluan smiled slowly, and then her laughter grew louder and louder.

Her clear, melodious laughter seemed to fill the air amidst the wind and snow.

She pointed at Ye Yunhen.

"Ye Yunhen, let me tell you, so far, I haven't made a single wrong move, while you've made the biggest mistake. Treating me merely as a woman, that's your biggest mistake. You think I'm incapable of political maneuvering? You think I act on emotion? You think I drove Wei Tu away out of selfishness? You're all wrong, your judgment... is completely wrong."

Outside the imperial city.

Two figures moved like lightning.

We traveled through the heavy snow.

They didn't exchange any words; each held a long sword and searched in a steadfast direction.

Until they finally saw two figures standing outside the mountain god temple, whose roof was covered with snow.

A man and a woman; the man is handsome, and the woman is delicate.

They look so well-matched.

They stopped.

The handsome young man smiled and looked over.

"You're here?" PS: Actually, I didn't want to add an extra chapter today, and I wasn't planning on writing such a long one... but I'll still write a bit more and be more detailed. If you still have questions, please read it a few more times before asking, and then just wait for the next plot development. Actually, I did expect there might be misunderstandings, and some people might feel a temporary dislike for this character, but some people's reactions were a bit too intense, so I still typed it out. I'm so sleepy.

27. Do you like your senior brother?

A young boy and girl stand in the wind and snow, with the blue sky and white snow above them.

The snow fell in a flurry, yet it seemed to avoid their shoulders and hair with such poetic grace, as if the heavens had granted them such good fortune that the snow didn't even want to touch them.

The two of them stood side by side, looking as if they were calmly watching the snow, which made people want to laugh.

However, Chu Yi and Shi Wu knew that things were not so easy. Some people could ignore it, but these two were better off not to, especially that nonchalant young man.

They stopped on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month, each holding a sword, and looked like the most astute swordsmen.

"Aren't you tired after following me all this way?"

The boy stood in front of the dilapidated temple, smiling as he asked them questions, as if welcoming guests from afar, which seemed somewhat absurd.

On the first and fifteenth of the month, they exchanged glances, then looked at Wei Tu.

"Whether I'm tired or not is secondary. What matters is keeping my promise. That's what all cultivators should do."

Wei Tu smiled and said, "Cultivators, huh? Where are you cultivators from?"

Chu Yi and Chu Shiwu replied, "Northern Xuan Prefecture, Yihua Palace."

Wei Tu chuckled, as if he had thought of something interesting, but he didn't say anything.

The girl beside him looked over curiously, "Senior brother, what are you laughing at?"

Wei Tu smiled, seemingly speaking very carefully and secretly, but in fact, her voice was loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

"I heard that the master of the Yihua Palace in Beixuan Prefecture has a peculiar hobby."

"hobby?"

Su Mi didn't understand, but she looked very curious. However, the expression on the faces of Chu Yi and Shiwu on the other side changed instantly. Although they quickly pretended to be nonchalant, the slight fluctuation just now betrayed the inner thoughts of the two young sword cultivators.

Then Wei Tu said in a soft voice, "The Palace Mistress of Yihua Palace...I heard that her favorite thing to do is collect all kinds of beautiful women's clothes."

"Huh? Is it a man? Why would he have such a fetish..."

"I don't know, maybe... I just like to admire it... maybe... perhaps I just like wearing it?"

"Ah... a man who likes to wear women's clothes, could it be..."

Wei Tu smiled and shook his head, "Oh, it's hard to say, it's hard to say. Their disciples are still here, so don't slander their palace master."

The first-year student's face flushed slightly.

"What nonsense are you spouting! How dare you spread such baseless rumors everywhere?"

Wei Tu looked over with a smile.

Whether it's baseless or not doesn't matter. I was just joking and having fun, so why the rush?

"I...I'm not in a hurry!"

Fifteen tugged at the sleeve of First Day's clothes.

"Don't forget why we're here."

Upon hearing his junior brother's words, Chu Yi's expression instantly froze.

Then it slowly sank down.

He looked at Wei Tu.

"Since you knew we were coming, you must have been prepared to die. The world is bustling with people coming and going for profit, so don't complain about anyone."

The moment the sword was drawn, the flying snowflakes encountered on the blade melted into water droplets.

Wei Tu looked at the two of them with a smile.

"I'm just curious, what conditions did that person offer you that made you willing to do this, without fear of the backlash from the Heavenly Dao and its fortunes?"

Before the first and fifteenth of the month could answer, Wei Tu quickly said "Oh".

"That's right. After all, what we're doing is a major undertaking of usurping the throne. What you're thinking about is probably supporting a new emperor to ascend the throne. In the end, the backlash will not only offset the negative effects but also bring you benefits..."

The younger one, Fifteen, smiled and said, "What do cultivators and cultivators have to do with the Heavenly Dao? We don't care what those people are like. We just need to kill you and stop you from causing trouble."

Wei Tu raised her head and looked at the snow falling in a flurry.

"You really think he can win...?"

"Isn't your presence here, instead of in the palace, the best proof of that?"

At this moment, Wei Tu did not explain anything, but only said something ambiguous.

"It seems you really fooled everyone."

Then the young man focused his gaze and drew his sword from his Qiankun bag.

The snowflakes instantly reversed direction and flew towards the horizon.

As his aura grew stronger, the young man seemed to merge with the ordinary sword in his hand, appearing so natural.

The first and fifteenth of each lunar month are treated as if facing a formidable enemy.

They were prepared from the start, and their mission was simple: stall him until fate intervened and the dust settled.

They all drew their swords and faced each other, but Chu Yi's gaze had already turned to the girl beside the boy.

"superior."

Just one simple word.

Footsteps kicked up snowflakes.

Two figures sped away like lightning. The two young sword cultivators, both at the Dragon Slayer Realm, naturally had a psychological advantage when facing a teenager... especially a young sword cultivator from Nanjian Prefecture.

Besides, it's one against two, what reason is there not to win?

However, we cannot let our guard down; we must secure the victory steadily...

Thinking this, two figures appeared in front of Wei Tu instantly, one on the left and one on the right.

The sword flashed so fast it seemed to give no one time to react.

"boom!!"

But the next moment, sword light began to flow.

The dazzling lights seemed to overshadow the heavy snow.

They split up on the first and fifteenth of the month, and were astonished to find that the sword strike had not caused any real harm to the boy.

They didn't even know how Wei Tu managed to get both of them to step aside at the same time.

Wei Tu stood there calmly, while Su Mi, with her charming smile and beautiful eyes, stood behind the young man, seemingly without even the desire to draw her sword, merely watching the young man's back.

They exchanged a glance on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month.

He nodded at fifteen.

Take a deep breath.

His eyes gleamed slightly, and at the same time, Chu Yi suddenly tossed a cloth bag out of thin air.

Then Wei Tu saw many swords flying into the sky, seemingly chaotic and about to fall to the ground at any moment, but a strange thing happened.

All the swords froze in mid-air, and the falling snow also stopped.

Fifteen gripped the sword with both hands, and his closed eyes snapped open in an instant.

"Sword Waterfall!"

"Boom!"

Wei Tu seemed to hear the sound of a river rushing down and then plunging off a cliff, forming a waterfall that resembled a deep abyss.